The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1914-08-15
The Eoenine Story


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F1sheEman's Lack.
(By Constance Lce.)
Hannah Mead read the telegram
with smiling face. OF all the Wood
ward family who came down to visit
the old homestead. Peter was her fav-
orite.
Expect me at noon Thursday. Chick
en- and waffles. ETER W."
Bless his heart, chicken and waffles
indeed!'' chuckled the old housekeeper
AZ she hurried to make preparations.
"Jake!" she called TO her nephew,
man-of-all-work about the place. You
go over to Winston's and get some of
Miss Bessy's strained honey. Mr.. Peter
Will want 1t for his wan1es; and when
you come back you can kill two fat
pullets. There's NO time to waste. I've
got to hang clean curtains In the green
ROOM"
When Peter Woodward reached the
Oaks he was greeted by the appetizing
odor of frying chicken.
well. Miss Hannah, you are q dear!"
he cried enthusiastically AZ he wrung
her toil-worn hands. You grow young
er every day!"
mr.. Peter. you grow handsomer
YOURSELF" retorted Hannah.
Later, when luncheon was over and
Peter sat thcughtfully smoking his pipe
| IN the rose-covered side porch. Han
mains look of happiness gave place to
one OF anxiety.
| Surely. Peter Woodward might be as
handsome as ever in his dark, clean-cut
way. but heavy shadows brooded in his
gray eyes and his finely modelled lips
were set grimly about the stem Of his
pipe.
Mr.. Peter il in .ro 5le.'' worried
Hannah as she returned to her duties.
Il hope 1t hasn't anything to do with
btisiness-but no. it couldn't be that
because his pa said Peter was the MAIN
stay Of the business"
"AnJ fishing in the old brook, Han
nah?" asked Peter before he went to
bed that night.
There ought to be. Mr.. Peter" was
the housekeeper's reply. Jake has
been most pr 'ticular to keep poachers
on. and. he brought in q mess Of trout
last Sunday. All your fishing tackle is
locked up in the harness room closet.
lust as you left it last time you came
down.
I'll try my luck in the morning, Han
NAH"
The next morning was an ideal fish
erman's day. cloudy. bright and cool.
Peter. who was looking anything but
d0wncast this June morning, was soon
on his way through the orchard with
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fence into the oak woods and struck
into narrow wood road that led gently
down to the brown brook that bounded
the estate on the east.
| He found Jake Mead hanging a basket
of luncheon on a sapling. and his heart
| glowed warmly at this evidence of Miss
Hannah's thOughtfulness.
well, Jake, suppose shall have
tho brook to myself" said Peter. as he
sat down on fallen tree trunk. mo
other fishermen around these parts.
Except Miss Kit from next door, y
said Jake eagerly. She's fishing
iaround from morning till night"
Peter frowned as he opened his fly
book.
''She can scare the fish away" he
; said emphatically. who is Miss Kit %
! ''Dr. Fenn's daughter. sir. You
used to play with her when you were
la little lad-but after your pa and
1.-THE doctor had trouble over the
boundary line, there was i'll feeling
between the families. and the visiting
stopped. The Fenns have lived abroad
for the last ten years. Miss Kit Is an
outdoors girl"
Peter fitted the joints Of his rod to-
gether and fiicked his line into the
lstream with an impatient gesture.
"A lot Of fun I can get out of fish-
ing with red-headed. freckle-faced
girl around" he muttered.
j All day he thrashed tho brook with
out success and at sunset he returned
to the house with an empty creel.
ssFisherman's luck" comforted Han
nah, as she set dinner on the table in
the big dining room.
I'm afraid that girl from next door
has spoiled the fishing In brown
brook" complained Peter.
Ibid you see her today. Mr.. Peter?'
lasked Hannah, anxfouely.
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