Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1914-07-04
eIt Is too bad thnt Antonio viii

othy.
"Indeed?" he asked coolly. 'Why
not, please?"
Because it belongs to my aunt,
Miss Fem. There are signs plainly
reading No trespassing,' and yet you
have trcspasscd on her property.
Please throw it back in the stream"
pardon me, but it is my own" he
sud with puzzled stare at her, with
which Was mingled reluctant admira-
ton.
"jhcn will throw it back" said
Dorothy bravcly, for if there was one
thing more than another that she
loaihed to touch it was the cold body
of fish.
He stood looking at her with an
CRY amusement in his eyes as she
went toward the fish and touched its
brown tail,
1t Topped wildly. Dorothy jumped
back. Her foot slipped on the mud
dy bank and she fell into the arms of
the shabby fisherman, whose pipe
went to destruction on the stones be-
low.
"Not hurt, hope?" said the fish
erman, not unkindly. There was a
strange light in his eyes and Dor
othy's cheeks were like two roses as
he quickly released her.
mo, | am not hurt" began Dor
othy, strongly inclined to cry be-
cause of her varied feelings. At that
instant her eyes lighted on the great
pistol which had fallen unheeded
from her blouse.
The strange fisherman spied it at
the same instant.
as that yours?" he asked.
"Yes-at least it's Martha's-I
brought it along for protection" said
Dorothy with what dignity she could
summon.
He actually picked it up and did
not smile as he restored the ancient
weapon to her.
81 hope you will have no occasion
to use it," he said, and Dorothy loved
him at once because the smile that
twitched his lips never materialized.
She took the pistol and held it
rather gingerly. "You will go-and
you will put the fish back before it
dies ?" she asked almost -pleadingly.
eyes, l will go, if you desire it,
and 1 will put the fish back into the
stream-but you don't know An
tonic; he can swear in three Ian
guages p
The youth grasped the trout and
deftly whisked him into the brook
where he struggled for a moment be-
fore sinking slowly down with gently
moving fins until he was out of sight
in the dark pool.
"There !" breathed Dorothy with
relief. ''Thank you so much. -
The young man looked at her hesi-
tatingly; then, as if arriving at some
decision he picked up his rod and
empty creel and made as if to leave
the spot.
81 wonder why YOU think 1 should
leave my own property he said with
whimsical smile.
"Your own property? echoed
Dorothy. "Why this is part of Miss
Fenn's place"
"Pardon me, but you are mistaken.
This is the Whitaker land-you see
Miss Fenn's property is divided from
ours by that brushwood hedge on the
other side of the brook" He pointed
back along the way she had come,
But on this side Of the brook the di-
viding line is that stone post half
covered with cstbrisr, and you evil
IDENTIFY crossed the boundary on to
our land without knowing it"
Dorothy was rosy, with mortifca-
ton. Then am a trespasser, not
you'll" she cried ruefully.
"Never Q trespasser on Whitaker
land" he smiled calamity.
"Thank you-and the fsh-why,
it was your own |"
"Neyer mind - expect he's
thanking you for his life"
Sand your horrid Antonio who
swears in three languages"
lie laughed gaily.
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