The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1916-01-13

the vine, and over the calm.
& clear water of the mighty lake
came the incompatible perfumes Of
loan and field.
The girl in the fishing boat closed her
eyes in drowsy ecstasy. Her lips stir
red, and she breathed deeply and
strongly in vain to catch the essence Of
those namable yet intangible perfumes.
At the same time there was a swirl
Of water about the oar blades, and the
grizzled old guide smiled as he saw the
rod describe half circle and heard
the line speak like a softly touched
harpstring. moment later there was
a silvery fash thirty feet away, and
then the battle began.
The girl set her teeth upon her Meth
er lip, supremely excited. Oh, the
brave fish! Sure that her strike had
gone home, she relaxed her thumb, and
the reel purred under the wild dash for
the deep ledge which fell away abrupt
ly from the shoal.
Twenty feet she let him go, then her
thumb came down relentlessly. With
the butt of the rod snug under her left
arm, her left hand clasping the reel,
she began slowly to bring him in. Up
up he came. broke. spangling the air
with topaz drops; down into the deeps
again, to the right. to the left, toward
the boat Could she beat him? A bit
of slack now and she would lose him.
But well she knew the game. She
swept the rod into her right hand
holding it high. Just in time. He was
straight below now. Easily she low
cred the rod; the tip almost touched
the water. Mighty tugs, strong and
savage. She had him.
She began to strip the line expertly,
and presently she saw him, tiger of
the lakes, streak of golden brown
against background of jade and en-
erald and malachite.
1.-THE nett" imperiously.
She played him till he came to the
top. on his side, and deftly she reach
ed under him with the mesh. Golden
brown for moment longer. and then
black as coal he lay at her feet, gasp
ing, beaten.
She stared down at him-so small a
thing, yet so wild and strong, his fins
stretched their widest, his tail like q
beautiful fan.
Soberly she passed the net over to
the guide, who reached down inside
and thrust a blunt finger into the gills.
"Whut d'y' know bout that?" he
cried as he exhibited the hook, which
had fallen out. "'F he'd on'y known
ft-one more yank m he wouldn't be
here. Take i'm home! He'll 60 three
poun' N half. ] never see a more
perfeck fish,
her aching wrists.
The guide laid the bass in the wa
ter. The erstwhile tiger righted him.
self, sank foot or two and vanished
like the shadow OF n flying bird.
You're tn best sport. Miss Wynne,
/ ever see!'
''Thanks How many bait left?"
-Four" after a glance into the bait
pail.
He will not die?"
Nope; they WANT no blood on him
s long S they don't bleed none they're
all right But it amt no use lettin'
tn bleeders go back. They make q
big fuss at tn start-off, but they comes
up sooner r later, N tn gulls git EN-"
Brave things!''
That's cause you're a real fisher
man. miss. Some O tn folks as fish
from tn village amt pertickler whit
they cit in tn box. We amt brought
home fish under fourteen inches
m when tell tn boys that you throw
back two m three Founders. why they
gimme tn haw-haw Ketch 'em again.
sez |. Whit folks want? They want
tn air n the sunshine, til gittin' up