The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1910-09-08

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er end.
1t was only a pickerel. but its five
pounds or less of electrically ami
mated matter put up gallant fight,
and to have killed 1t was glory
enough for one day for an artist who
did not profess even to be an am.
ateur.
That was what Hope Terriss said
when she met them at the landing
and walked with them TO the camp.
holding one end of the forked birch
the afternoons catch. She repeated
1t as they sat on the boathouso We.
randa after dinner.
And I've been fishing every day
for week ard haven't caught a
thing" she added so pathetically
that, al! unseen in the dark. Bob
! kicked his fathers foot TO call his
attention to it.
Don't you get any bites?" asked
the artist .ngenuously.
II hardly know. Sometimes | have
fancied that | was getting queer
little nibble, don't you know. but
nothing comes of It."
Remember the advice Of the In
mortal Sir lsaak-'Persevere ard
keep on perseyering.' counseled
Bob wickedly.
Perhaps will follow Sir lzaak's
advice" she said. rising. I'm the
meantime | am going to play lot OF
Schumann for your father accord
ing to my promise of this morning
He's the only person in the camp
whose musical taste scars above rag
time"
Il don't mind Schumann at all
when-when I'm in good health.
Bob protested.
For an entire week the subject
which had been brought to such a
sudden interruption by the pickerel
was not resumed. Hope Terriss was
the life of the camp. and even old
Mrs. Vechton, who had ceased long
ago to speak in unqualified praise OF
anybody or anything on the foot
stool, was greatly taken with her
and admitted it openly.
That girl is Of the right sort"
she declared. Shes got more man.
ner and more common sense than all
the rest of US combined. She's the
real thing. Don't you agree with ne.
Mr.. Hunter"
And Bob-whc chanced to be the
Mr.. Hunter addressed. his father and
Hope having gone Tor a stroll into
the village--had the effrontery to
reply, !anguidly;
Miss Terriss-oh. yes, quite so-a
trife younsish, don't you think
Excellent society for father"
Young jackanapes" the old wom-
an muttered as Bob disappeared
around the end OF the veranda. He's
hasn't some OF his fathers good looks
and attractive manner"
That hight as they fingered on the
boat house veranda after the others
had retired the artist and his son
were discussing the lattor's business
prospects.
ITO hear you talk, Dan," the young
man laughed between vigorous draws
of his pipe, which was not behaving
its best. "one who did not know you
might think that you were contem.
plating something serious"
For instance, Bob?"
We'll. providing me with brand
new stepmother."
Better stop that business, Bob"
counseled his father seriously. "Sug.
gestion plays strange tricks now and
then"
Then l wish suggestion would
get busy. Only let me choose her
and everything will be we'll
On the morning Of the day appolrt.
ed for the breaking up of the camp
Bob and Miss Terriss were in earnest
conversation in a secluded corner OF
the veranda.
Its come to a climax" croaked
Mrs. Vecnton to herself and to any
one else who happened to be within
hearing.
DO you recognize this hand?"
Hope asked serenely. holding an en-
velope before Bob's eyes.
II ought to- he returned prompt.
ly. Dad must have helped himself
to my stationery"
1T contains proposition to be-
come your stepmother." she con.
tinued. without looking at him and
entirely without embarrassment.
Noble old DAM" he cried raptur-
ously. He's the salt of the earth."
What would you advise me to
dor =
Accept Internationally"
II shall impose one condition" she
said with a flush that made her
charming. "Ycu are to leave off call.
ing him Dan. 1t isn't respectful"
AS an earnest OF his intention 70
comply with her terms no kissed her
What did | tell your" demanded
MRS. Vechton. who accepted what che
saw as confirmation OF her wis
dom In such matters.