Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-10-11


across the water. He caught and
steadIed the fraiI craft.
81 was coming to fish. Well, yes;
he said 1 might find one"
"a trespa sser? A stranger" She
hesitated; there was hurt astonish-
ment in her voice. Suddenly her face
took a deeper flush, as though she
had come to an unexpected decision;
her entire manner changed TO serene
self possession. What are you going
to do with me?" she asked curiously.
Her smiling defiance softened a
trifie. did you rea<ey wish to catch
this fish very much?" she asked. II
Il never supposed you would come
here-today"
She smiled uncertainty and lifted a
rod from the canoe.
by Jove, that looks like one of my
rods!" he exclaimed. Where did you
get ito"
| Her eyes were bright with excite
ment; she shook her head, laughing.
"Are you in league with my doc
! tor? Who are your ne insisted.
"Only a poacher,' she admitted
They were both laughing now; she
standing beside the canoe, rod in
hand, he balanced on a rock oppo-
site.
Are you a neighbor of mine?" he
asked. IF you are you will know
why l ask it. If you are not, never
mind he added YEARLY
She shook her head. His face clear
ed.
81 thought you were not a neigh
Dor; I was certain that l had never
seen you-as certain as a man can be
awakening from-from illness, with
his mind-his memory-shaky-
most blank" He bent his head, gaZ-
ing into the water. Then he looked
up. "You know the doctor? l think
l saw you on the lawn this morning"
Are you sure you never before
saw me?" she asked, with a ghost of
a smile.
u thought at frst-for an instant
the canoe on the rock, and the sun
shine, and you" He fell silent
cropping through the darkened corri-
doris of memory.
In the sunlit hush ripping noise
sounded far out across the pool; then
up out of the CLASSY water shot a
snuous shape dark against the sun
"a fish in silhouette, curving over
with a tapping splash.
The long dormant passion awoke
in him; he looked across the pool
where the pretty intruder stood an
eager question in her eyes.
nd like to try" he said. do you
mind?"
Tell me what to do"
paddle very quietly over here
carefully and without a splash. Can
you do it,
She loosened the canoe noiselessly,
1.-the figure in her wet brown skirt
eli fFf m
the pool; she knelt in the stern; then,
with one silent push, sent it like an
arrow across the water. He caught
and steadied the frail craft; she
stepped from it and sprang, without
sound, beside him.
He was muttering to himself: i've
forgotten some things-but not how
to throw a fly, I think. Let us see!"
He stood motionless as he en-
barked, watching him raise his rod
and send the tiny colored flies" out
over the water. The delicate accu-
racy seemed to fascinate her; her
dark eyes followed the long upward
loop of the back cast, the whistling
fight of the sillSen line, the instant's
suspense as the leader curved,
Strengthened out, and fell, dropping
three flies softly on the still surface
Of the pool.
AS the canoe drifted nearer the
spot where the trout had leaped the
sharp dry click of the reel the wind
like whistle of the line, grew fainter.
Suddenly, far ahead of the floating
flies, a dark lump broke in the water;
there came spatter of spray,
flash of pink and silver, and that
was all-all, though for two hours the
IL,
water, and many feathered flies of
many hues fell vainly across the
CLASSY mirror of the Golden Pool.
She was still standing in the same
place when he returned. He drew
long breath of disappointment as
he stepped ashore, and she echoed
his sigh. The tension had ended.
Showed color, but wouldn't fight"
he said in a low voice. Biggest trout
I ever saw. ! must rest him. You
can't force a fish like that by per-
sistent worry. ] dare not bother him
for an hour or two"
He looked into her sensitive face
then. suddenly conscious of its youth
full beauty, he fell silent, reeling in
his wet line inch by inch.
| The rod slipped from his hand; his
musing eyes rested on her. She was
seated on a messy log, head bent.
slender stockinged feet trailing in the
pool.
"All this has happened before" he
said quietly. But there was no con-
viction in his voice.
Her eyes fell, were lifted to his,
then fell again.
Cant you help me?" he said visit
fully.
Can you not remember" she
breathed.
Then we've have known one an
other Have we2"
II once knew a friend of yours-a
close friend-named Escourt."
"Escourt," he repeated blankly.
And after a long silence he turned
away with a gesture that seemed tC
frighten her But into her face came
a flash of = termination. reddenine
"You say friends name was
I Escourtg - ~ friend dead?"
| "Please.d do not let IT matter"
1T does matter Lit is a fancy