Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1913-11-15
Little Fisherman
By Kate Louise Brown.

6y Nate Louise Drown. .... .
"An' it's a fine day ye have for the
leavin,' ma'am!"
Old Corrie pauses In his occupation
Of street sweeping, and, resting on
his broom, glances kindly up from un
der those grizzled brows.
"And it's sorry I am, Corrie. It's al.
ways hard to leave Grasmere, but
never SO hard as on a day like this y
Corrie's glance wanders over the
peaceful valley with its encircling
mountains. Light silvery mists arc
curling up from the fells, AMI
through the silence comes the trium.
plant voice of Greenhead Ghyll Beco
as it thunders down through its ra
vine, sweeping onward into ROthay's
embrace. r
His eyes soften, and he murmurs
half alphabetically, ut be a sweet
place, ma'am."
We are going to Scotland, but even
the allurement of new region loses
its charm when one realizes that
goodbye must be said Everything
bids US stay-the friendly hills, the
breeze-swept fells. the loneliness of
valley peace, the lake with it's won
derful reflections of earth and sky.
There are dear old faces speaking
regret, darling child-faces and cling
ing hands. Weeks Of simple, unspoiled
pleasure must be put behind; but the
memory of so much unalloyed kind.
ness would still 60 with the traveller.
Never were the mountains about
Windermere more deeply blue, never
the dimpling waves more sunshine
shot.
"How can I leave it," was the
Adorer's passionate heart-cry, uncon-
sciously made evident by a tremend'
GUS sigh, causing whole row or
coach passengers to turn with glances
of curiosity. The Adorer, brought to
earth, meekly relapsed into proper
quiescence, and only too soon was the
ride over, and the business of attend
ing to luggage and securing ticket
to Edinburgh all absorbing.
AS the train pulled out of Winder-
mere station, change stole over the
JOYOUS landscape. English skies at
their best are seldom clear for long
period. Now, little filmy, feathery
masses appeared on the tender blue,
at first aimlessly, each Indifferent to
the others intentions, but soon there
was drawing together and a pen
sive, dove-gray crept through the
whiteness.
The shade gained over the land
scape. and Carlisle's smoky serum
was threaded with "tremulous skeins
of rain"
The Adorer sought the Cathedral
through the drazzle, to look just mo-
ment at the place where her friend. =
Good Shepherd of the North, offered
the gospel bread. There was but an
hour between trains, yet the traveller
caught a vision Of quiet and strength
under those mellow old arches Of red
sandstone. The changes Of a busy
world crept up to the very gates, but
here we were reminded that true
peace and satisfaction are fruits from
within. - s*,f.
The Adorer had settled herself in an
empty compartment of the Edinburgh
train. 1t was raining outside more per-
sistently than ever, and every one
moved about in dripping macintosh
and with an equally dripping umbrella;
it was not an enlivening prospect.
Suddenly the door of the compart-
ment was filled by a mass of luggage,
punctuated by sundry fishing rods, the
whole surmounted by round, rosy
eountenance, truly good to look at. Z
The Adorer rushed to the aid of the
little man, pulling him, luggage and
all, into the compartment. The inn
pedimenta having been settled, the
newcomer pulled off his cap, revealing
masses Of fair, curly locks.
Thank you-thank you, MAMA he
said, smiling, and showing a row OF
white teeth "It's very kind in you,
I'm sure. I'm greatly obliged"
"That was a big load. and the step
is high, and you are alone
"Of course" he replied with a slight
air of surprise. eve been allowed to
20 alone to Panton these two years.
You see, Macklin, the farmer, will
meet me at the station and some
times there are nice people on the
train" The dimple In fascinating
wild rose of a left cheek twinkled
roguishly, though the face was still I'M
conscious. Was the little lad already a
courtler?
cit isn't very pleasant outside, vent
ured the Adorer.
mo, It's a nawsty day, if you want
any sport but a fshin'."
$50 you're going to Panton to fish, l
take it," -"
Eyes, I'm goin' to stay with the
farmer Macklin, and the fishin' won't