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

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20 va startled - the sight. SheI
va such pretty fish, or perhaps one
WO01o nave called her mermaid, for
nef 1eet ana ankles were in the stream
s hesr n esss glorious rippies Of red-gold
unconffned radiance Of red ana FOLD
VS. enmeahed Peters hook. while his
1aVorIte ny wac perched like 4 white
mesn amid the tresses.
am sorry, please wait q moment|
and will detach the hook. anoIn-
si:ed Peter as he approached the girl.
On-lt startled me for a moment.
dio not Anow any one was near" eaid
a. captive as he fumbled with the
aiky fineness OF her hair. ''Never
please!'' = go
Reluctantly. Peter drew out his pen-
kntfe and shipped the hopelessly tam
s sae 'nairs from her head. When. at
moth was beaCtified by mist of red
gold hair. Peter promptly detached
the hook and guilty put it in his
pocket Just as the girl turned around
ana looked up at him.
How do yon do, Peter woodward %
she asked coolly as she put out slen-
ITS not-l1itty Fenn?" hazarded
Feter Tor ne was sure that the home
ago could never grown into this
TINS charming young woman.
III II Kitty Fenn-and il you will
De 50 good as to help me up, / will
take my feet out of the brook. slip
ped in when your hook caught me and
have ruined my new white Shoes"
Peter assisted Kitty to arise and
tnen ne knclt in the dampness and
carefully dried the little shoes as best
ne might with a pocket handkerchief.
reluctantly, 'but those wet shoes mean
hard cold il you don't change them
May /! suggest that the fish will still
ne biting when you return"
Kitty smiled demurely. ST shall not
return today" she sighed. Father
mas forbidden my coming to the brook
but I simply cannot keep away: and
1t does seem. pity that his quarrel
with Judge Woodward should prevent
my enjoying the dear old brown brook,
at does. indeed" agreed Peter en-
phatically. II wonder If couldn't
persuade DR.. Fem that we Woodwards
cont tsat bear any grudge on account of
That's sweet Of you when your people
won the suit!''
| Peter looked the dismay he felt. I'VE
did? You see. I never really knew-but
whatever it was about. I'm sure It WASH I
worth quarreling about with our neigh
''Pm afraid you are NOT a clever ,.v.
yer" laughed Kitty.
am successful fisherman retorted
| Feter boldly.
He could not see Kity's face as she led
the way to the narrow door in the wall
"nich led into DIR. Fenn's property
Hannah Mead opened her eyes wide
| Wnen Peter came whistling home with
three tiny trout in his basket and a look
OF contentment on his face.
Is that all you caught, Mr.. Peter?''
n ns.ss. Hannah. when she opened the
''Ffsherman's luck, Hannah" LAUGHED
Feter I'm going out after lunch-can
you hustle the meal along? Thanks. And
Hannah. do you know where the tennis
rackets are?'
In the hall cupboard Mr. Peter. And.
Mr. Peter" went on Hannah siyiy. 'did
you happen to see anything OF Miss Kitty
Peter Redeemed as he thrust his face
over the banister
.Why..er-yes. Hannah. I met her at
the brook. I'm going over to play tennis
this afternoon
Hannah waited until she had closed the
dining room door before she broke into
a delightful chuckle.
knew he'd change his mind II he met
Miss Kitty. Ffsherman's luck! The
And Peter Woodward, standing in his
room. was looking tenderly at a fish hook
hair. eo
Ffsherman's luck." he murmured. an
ne put 1t safely away.
| Kitty Fem. brushing the tangles where
| those golden wisps had been shipped.
Whispered softly to herself "Ffsherman's
luck!"-(Copyright, 1914 by the MCCLURE
Newspaper Syndtcate.)