The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-12-15

that pleased her.
II am the magic waterfall
Whose waters leap from fathomless
and living springs.
Far in the mist-hung silence of the
Past"
She paused, turning the leaves with
languid capriciousness, then:
Il fill the woods with songs; the trees
Through whose twigs flow prophecies
l deck with vestments green"
And again she read:
THE shower has freshened the song OF
the bird
And budded the bushes
! And gilded the maple and tasselled the
linden and willow.
Staining with green the forest-fringed
path"
She sat silent, idly touching the hut-
tering pages. Then she raised hel
| head, singing softly odd bits of songs
to herself-to the thrushes around her
A great belted kingfsher dashed past
blurr of blue and white against the
! trees. His loud harsh rattle startled
her for an instant.
ANU she turned 10 WaICn mis-
flight along the winding stream, / rose
and slipped noiselessly into the forest
Before 1 had taken a dozen steps, how
ever, / remembered my rod, and halt
ed irresolutely. Looking back through
the thicket fringe, / saw that she had
| turned my way again, and it was OUT
of the question to recover it without
being seen.
''If she only had her stockings on" ]
sighed
Should I wait. taking discreet obser.
vdtions occasionally? Should l go and
let The rod take care of itself? Suppose
the big trout should seize hold and drae
it into the river? Suppose Miss Thorne
| should step on the barbed hook with
her bare little feeti At the thought ]
turned hastily back in my own tracks
halted again. started on. wavered, took
one ir~esolute peep, and stopped,
1 could see her now quite plainly
without being seen. She had tossed her
book up on the moss, and was picking
her way along the ascending bank
| holding on to branch and root.
shes coming for her stockings
that's what she's DOING thought
| Until she had safely passed the poo
where the hook lay, I kept my eyes or
her. After that l waited until / saw
/ her reach up 70 the oak-limb for the
stockings; then looked the other way
| l gave her ten minutes to complete
| her toilet, holding my watch in my
| hand.
Once she sang pensively that puzzling
but pathetic old ballad:
Mother, may l go out to swim?'
| Yes, my darling daughter
Hang your hose on hickory limb,
! But don't go near the water"
The ten minutes were IN at last
Now" said to myself. shall look
| No-yes-no, indeed!-I don't know
| I'll just see whether"
| I turned around.
| She had left the shelter of the oak
and was hurrying down the bank
toward my rod, with every appearance
! of excitement.
| I'll bet there's fish on it," said ]
! to myself: by jingol there island
! it's bending and Juggling as if a por-
poise had the line, tn be into the
river i'm a moment There, It's GOMEZ
| But I was mistaken, for Miss Thorne
grasped it just as it slid over the edge
of The bank.
She'll break it! I'll bet it's my big
! fish. There! She's pulling the fish out
she's trying to drag the fish up j
can't stand this! It's no use-Ive got
to 90
When she saw me Fastening down
/ the slope she did not cry out, neither
did she drop the rod. but her blue eyes
| grew very large and round. And as ]
hurried up she gave one last convulsive
tug and hauled up. over, and on to the
bank an enormous trout, tapping and
bouncing among the leaves.
In a second l had seized the fSh-i-
| took all the strength of my arm TO hold
him-and the rest was soon over. There
he lay, a monarch among trout. glis-
tening, dappled, crimson fiecked.
| walked down to the waters edge
washed my hands mechanically, and
slowly climbed back again.
81 didn't know 1t was your rod" she
said. II only saw a big fish on it, and
1 pulled out"
Il thought you had left Clover
mead" I stammered.
Il thought you had Also she said
''all the others have gone. Tomorrow
1 go; my guardian is coming"
Tomorrow"
Yes, at o'clock in the morning."
There was an awkward pause.
glanced askance at the fish, already
ashamed of my work, dreading to know
what she thought of a man who fished
with bait
at is a large trout" she said tim
idly; 81: is wonder that I didn't break
your rod and line. You see never be-
fore caught a trout"
"Aud-and you would not-you don't
think less of a man because he fishes
with bait?" I asked, red with shame.
81? Why, no. What else would you
use?"
Flies" I said. desperately, "you
know it,"
"Flies?" Can you catch enough"
81 mean artificial flies" I said. You
don't understand you can't conceive the
depth of depravity that leads a man
to catch a trout as I've caught this
can you? It's simple murder"
But" said Miss Thorne, with a puz-
zled glance at the fish, 81 thought that
caught him.
II baited the hook" I faltered.
Then" she said. eft is a clear case
Of collision, and we're both RESPONSE
BILE
We looked at each other for an in