The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1909-02-18

dangle those flies
In Brier Water TO see whether there
are any trout there. Well. there are
Austin stocked II years ago. and be
never fishes. SO no doubt it's full Of
fish"
The Brler Water, a cold, deep, lei
surely stream, deserved Its name. If
anybody ever haunted 1t with hostile
designs upon Its fishy denizens, Austin
at least never did. Belted kingfisher,
heron, mink and perhaps furtive
small boy with pole and sInker and
barnyard worm-these were the only
foes the trout might dread. As for
man and fly rod. they knew him not,
nor was there much chance for cast.
ing line. because the water every
where flowed under weeds, arched
thickets Of brier and grass and leafy
branches crisscrossed above.
This place is impossible" said Sci
wyn scornfully. what is Austin
about to let It all grow up and run
Wild
He reeled In his line until only six
inches OF the gossa mer leader remained
free. From this dangled a single sill
yer bodied 6y, glittering in the wind.
There's likely pool hidden under
those brlers." be said I'm going to
poke the top Of my rod under--this
way Hahl" as heavy splash
sounded from depths unseen and the
reel screamed as be struck.
Up and down, under banks and over
shadows, rushed the Invisible fish, and
Selwyn could do nothing for awhile
but let him go when be insisted and
check and recover when the 6sh per-
mitted.
Eileen. a spray Of green mint be-
tween her vivid lips. watched the per-
formance with growing interest, but
when at length big. fat struggling
speckled trout was cautiously but sue.
cessfully lifted out into the grass she
turned her back until the gallant tight
er had departed this life under a mer.
ciful whack from stick.
That she said family. 'is the part
! don't care for ls he out OF all painf
Whati Didn't feel any1 Oh. are you
quite surel"
She walked over to him and looked
down at the beautiful victim Of craft
"oh. we'll" she sighed. you are very
clever, Of course, and ! suppose I'il eat
him. but wish be we're alive again
down there In those cool, sweet
depthsm
killing frogs and insects and his
smaller brother 6shT
Did be do thaty"
mo doubt Of It. And II | hadn't
landed him a heron or a mink would
have done il sooner or later. That's
what trout ia for--to Kill and be
killed"
She smiled. then sighed The taking
Of life and the giving Of II were mys-
teries TO her. She bad never Willingly
killed anything
''Do you say that II doesn't hurt the
trout r she asked.
There are no nerves In the Jaw
muscles of trout HAIR a. bis rod
switched and swerved under water and
bis reel sang again.
And again she watched the perform
ance and once more turned her back.
let me try" she said when the
coup de grace had been administered
to iusty. brilliant tinted bull trout
And. rod IN hand. she bent breathiess
aud intent over the bushes. cautiously
thrus,ing the tip through q thicket OF
mint
She lost two tsh. then booked
third. small one. but when she lifted
II gasping into the sunlight she shiy-
cred and called 10 selwyn.
"unhook II and throw II back IL
simply can't stand thatT'
Splash, went the astouished trout.
and she sighed her relief
There's no doubt about H. she said.
-yon and | certainly DO belong to dif.
fsrsnt species Of the same genua Men
and women are separate species Do
you deny iiT-
Il should hate TO lose you that way"
be returned ,essingiy
We'll. you can't avoid H. gladly at-
nj, sha, woman IL not too closely re- 1
.stcc 10 msn We don't Ike % XII !