Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1905-03-13
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Continued.
By Charles Garvice

Carrie utters an exclamation of de-
light as Sir Heron drives right into
the midst of the foaming water at the
foot of the fail, and throwing out a
weight attached to chain, anchors
the punt.
care you going to stop here? Right
in the middle of it? oh, this is beautt-
full! May, you must sketch this
But May looks up coldly.
''Not now, Carrie; we must not
stay. If Sir Heron will kindly put us
ashore"
Unjust you go? TO tell you the
truth, intended trying my luck for a
jack while you were sketching. This is
capital place"
"Oh, don't go, May" says Carrie.
eagerly eve don't dine till seven,
and you have had your breakfast
lunch-and l should like to see a real
live fish caught"
"And 1 think | should catch one
here" says Sir Heron, taking up his
jack-rod.
What can May do?
tive 0llC SCAO, 81 uuSA
"Thank you I will do my best to
crafty Miss Carrie in that short time.
You will want some water for your
coIors?"
May hesitates, then bethinking her
self that sketching will afford her a
good excuse for silence, she opens her
sketch-book.
He fills the little cup with water,
and sets it down beside her, opens the
paint case, arranges the sketch-book,
all without word; then, as if all his
thoughts were on fishing, he takes up
his rod.
eve must have new bait"
s'Now, Miss Carrie-now for your
sport. Suppose we try the eddy.
There!'' and he throws out the bait.
''Now, suppose you hold the rod-this
way, with the line on your finger, and
when you feel sudden jerk, that will
be a fish,"
Really"
Sir Heron stands, his back turned to
the silent figure behind him, and APP
pears wrapped in the sport. Carrie,
with eager face and wistful eyes, feels
her line All is still, save the ever
restless weir, which roars unsteady in
the calm air.
With grave, almost grim intensity,
May sketches in the outline, firmly
resolved that those five minutes shall
afford no excuse to Sir Heron for con-
versation so far as she is concerned.
Profound silence-the outline is COM
pIete
Carrie says the grave voice, "are
you ready? If you will be so kind as
to put us on shore, Sir Heron"
But Sir Heron is too absorbed in his
fishing.
zone moment-excuse me. That
was bite, Miss Carrie. Be careful.
Pray wait few moments think we
shall get jack"
May draws on with steady fingers,
and taking up the brush, dashes in the
blue sky and b1uer water; and still
the silence is profound. But sudden
ly, though quietly, Sir Heron breaks it.
81 did not know you were an artist,
Miss Dalton, /" he says.
''Nor t. says May, concisely, with
out turning her head.
.'But you are. Do you think do
not know the touch? You have
seized the salient points of the view
in moment"
"The five minutes are up" says May.
"Are you ready, Carrier"
ooh, do wait a little longer, May. I
am sure T feel SON ething."
s'Why are you III such hurry? Are
you angry because
angry" says May, provoked into
speech. "No-yes-you had no right
to bring me-us-here, Sir Heron"
''No right?' he says, with gentle sur
prise "And why shouldn't I bring
you here if [ chose and you cared to
''I didn't care to come, = she says.
SIN that case" he says, and he
arises and catches up the pole.
ooh don't move: I am sure that I
feel something"
He lowers the pole down quietly,
and resumes his place-at her feet, it
may be said, for he has thrown himself
on the boards of the punt beside her.
II am very unfortunate. I am al
ways offending you. There is a fatality
in it. 1t almost seems as if
''As if?' she says relentlessly.
"As if 1 had forfeited your esteem.
Have 1 done SOP"
She does not answer.
.'For instance" he says, "the first
time we met-the first time I had ever
seen you-you spoke and looked at me
as if 1 had sinned beyond pardon. And
now"
"And now that you nave entrapped
me into your boat" says May, ''you
expect me to be all affability."
''You are right. I have entrapped
you; well, what then?"
''What then? What then? You have
no right to do so. Would you entrap
Miss VayaSOur?"