The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-07-03
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sA germ cemetery decided the girl, erinSing deep of the cold. limpid water, -ts there any fishing in this pond' l eonder?"
 s.Well,'' drawled the guide. piqued that his medical advice should have gone for naught, therell be better f1shin' tonight than there is just now. There's pretty sure to be a heavy mountain fog after a day like this. And those fogs get so thick, around here, sometimes, that the fish can't tell the difference between the fog and the water. And they swim sight up into the tents. I've caught Nem that way dozens of times. Forrest Bird and Smiling Kelly was telling me they came here once and"
 Was 1t that sort of a bait you used?" asked Desiree innocently. point ing to a hask-neck that had worked its way into view from the pocket Of the guides jacket as he leaned over the fire.
 He showed back the offending flask; grinntng sheepishly-
 s.Because' went on Desiree with the same wide-eyed innocence, I've all ways heard it attracted more snakes than fish. Isn't it lucky there are no snakes in the Adirondacks?"
 Rex fsniffed longingly at the candy box lying on the pile of wraps near the fire. Then he looked at Desiree and waved his taii with an air of dis interested friendliness. After which he resumed his study of the box.
 "It will make you quite i'll if you eat candy before dinner. Rexie. the girl told him.
 The dog seemed impressed; for he moved away from the coveted treas Sure. But he eyed Desiree so sadly that searched till she found a chocolate wafer and tossed 1t to Rex. He caught it in mid-air. Caleb absent niindedly helped himself to a piece of candy from the open box.
 There was a young man so be- nighted." she admonished Conover.
 .He never knew when he was slight He'd 70 to party
 And eat just as hearty
 As if he'd been really invited.
 "And the moral of this is:-wait till people say Please have some before Caleb7 Now. what are you looking at ?'
 .ssay. but you're pretty to-dayr' re- marked Conoyer. his glance rowing ap- reughing costume, and at the tanned. eager little face. "As pretty's you can be-
 T suppose everyone is." laughed De- siree, in embarrassment: noting Mrs. Hawarden's air of seeming not to have
 
 beautiful green caterpillar that's come to our partyi And a whole army of nice hungry aunts! There's a spider too. Do drive him off, Jack! Don't kill him. though. It's bad luck For the spider. anyway"
 '.Ayant. dread monster of the wilder ness." acclaimed Jack: brushing the offender away.
 row of exploration about the ponds edge. a visit to the island; a ramble through the woods ;-and ntghtfaH found the campers eating a frelight supper with the crass hunger of the unaccustomed outdoor sojourner. Then a short, yawn-punctuated chat around the campfire, and the signal for bed.
 It is one thing for a man of cities to be delightfully."- sleepy after his first long day in the woods. It is quite a different matter for him to be able to fall asleep on a many-projectioned bed of balsam, while a guide snores rauc- ousiy on one side of him and second man losses in uneasy, muttering slumber. con the other. After counting up to one hundred. and keeping tabs on a flock of visionary sheep as they 1eaped an equally mythical wall (and hoping in morbid disgust that some of them would fall and break their imag- mary .necks,) Conover rose quietly, pulled on such garments as he had removed. groped about till he found his thick waterproof coat and stumbled out into the open. He kicked the fires snaoulding logs into a blaze and looked thirty. He took out a cigar and pre- pared to sit down beside the logs and smoke himself sleepy again
 Then she came.
 He was not surprised. Even before he turned his head or noticed the fall of her light feet on the mold, he some how knew she was drawing near. He looked around to find her close behind h4+n. Her hair was caught up loosely, and shimmered like a rust-shot aureole n the waning frelight. She wore the steater and walking skirt of the after noon. But her high boots had been changed for moccasins.
 T couldn't sleep,'' she whispered, cIasping the hands he held out to her ..All the forest and the silences seemed calling to me Besides, Mrs. Harvard en sleeps so.-so audibly. All at once. felt you were out here So I came. Is it very late?"
 "No," he answered in the same key, Mot much morn half past nine. Sit down here an I'll get a blanket to wrap round you. ought to send you back, so's you won't catch cold. But it's-somehow it's so good to have you right here by me This time to-mor- row night I'll be glad to remember it.''
 Don't get me any wrap," she for bade. stretching out her hands to the blaze he ws again stirring into life.
 
 over something and swear and that would wake somebody. Then I'd have to go back to the stuffy tent.'
 Rex. curied up asleep on the far side of the fire, lifted his head; wakened by the sibillant whispering. Seeing De- siree, he began to smite the earth re- sounding1y with his wagging tail.
 zeHushn' whispered the girl, raising her finger in warning; as the collie'e sleepy. golden eyes blinked more and more friendly greetings and the bushy taif increased the tempo of it's beats Mistaking her gesture, Rex rose with lazy grace, stretched himself, alter nately, fore and aft, collie-fashion and picked his way daintily across the cleared space to Desiree's side He lay down at her feet. thrusting his cold nose affectionately into the hollow of her hand.
 What a gorgeous .nightr' murmured Desfree looking up at the black, star strewn sky, And we were going to waste it in sleepi The woods are call- ing The dryads and fauns want us to come to their enchanted dell and