The Somerset reporter., 1905-06-15
Fishing
BIZ KEITH GORDON
...Copunght. 1905. bp Keith Gordon.

When the young man at last reluc-
family furled his lines about the long
poles and slowed them away as best
he might in the covered buggy that he
had procured in the village the shad-
ows were already long and pensiye.
When he reached the village the hush
of early twilight lay on the broad, dec.
orous streets which We're almost desert
ed. Their very emptiness, however,
was full of suggestive cheer. Pictures
of broad, low rooms with bountifully
spread supper tables, on which feath-
cry biscuit, cold chicken and preserves
made tempting array, rose before his
dreamy eyes; cheerful, natural faces
doomed in the thick, red light of old
fashioned lamps; the rag carpets, rock
ing chairs and secretaries-all the de
tails Of the rural household scene were
wildly, pleasurably before him.
Behind him the long poles dipped
with a rhythmical, monotonous motion
as the horse logged evenly along. At
the crossing Of two streets the slight,
graceful figure of a girl paused for him
to pass. In the shadowy light she
seemed like spirt-lhe spirit of the
advancing night.
Thus sunk, lost, wrapped IN reNerY,
he drove on, the poles waving UP and
down behind him like long, hungry ten
taeles, exploring the evening air for
something TO catch and hold. A jolt
and rumble and the buggy rolled
over the crossing with an energy that
sent the poles dipping lower than ever,
and then the tentacles hooked some
thing hooked it tight and after d brief
resistance on the part of the hooked
thing, which manifested strong in
clnation to remain where it was-lift-
ed it high in a triumph and maliciously
disappeared down the dusky street,
leaving paralyzed, shadowy shape
staring after it with astounded eyes.
For moment the girl stood speech
less, bewildcred. TO have her hat sud
denly plucked from her head as If by
a hand thrust from the sky in d sleepy
little village of the new world well,
it was an experience that stopped her
mental machinery with jerk
Had ii been in Greece in the year
something or other b. G. it would have
goddess, jealous and angered at the
beauty of her love OF hat Jealous
goddesses. she recalled, had done even
more extraordinary things than snatch
ing a mortal's hat
Or had it been later in medieval
times, she might have ascribed this
bat lifting to black magic But in the
United States of America in the year
of 1908 neither of these explanations
could hold and that was the reason
she stood as if she had taken root
while these thoughts shot rapidly
through her mind.
Meanwhile her hat, dancing up and
down in Il tantalizing, diabolieal fash
ion, as If to wave her a hooking fare
well, was being borne, slowly but in
eXorably. into the cleaning Before
she recovered the power Of speech and
motion the buggy was halfway down
the block. She made step after it,
then stopped She had a sharp, hu-
morous vision of herself, hatlcSs and
disheveled, pursuing that dancing,
hooking, bobblng will-o' the-wisp Of Il
hat through the village streets. making
frantic, Intellectual jumps at it. rs a
dog at Il biscuit held just beyond its
reach, and the vision caused her to
pause.
"Here, Oh, say, stop, won't you?'
she called imploringly but the quad
ruped drawing the buggy proceeded
with dexterity that reminded her Of
the juggler who keeps four balls in the
air at the same time, while the fall of
its hoofs came to her in IA more and
more distant cadence.
"Oh, man" she called desperately,
but the owner of the fishing rods was
wandering in a dream world, shifting
the damp, earthly, evening smells, com
muning with the approaching spirit of
night, deaf to any but trumpet voices.
"Wellw she exclaimed explosively,
with an energy that emptied her lungs
to the remotest corners. We'll, like
that! I'd just like to know what I'm
going to do?"
And in answer to the query the Of
ficious, obtrusive, subconscious self
set her in motion, and she found her
self heading toward her boarding place
to the monotonous inward wall of,
And it's the only hat have with mep
Meanwhile the young man drove on
musingly, blissfully, until he reached
the house where he was staying, all
of his latest and most I'M
usual catch" The light was stream
ing warmly from the windows as he
drove past the side of the house up to
the barn and jumped out.
At the sight of the dark object dimly