The Mena weekly star., 1916-12-21
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one of it's meetings. Practically al the characters in the story are wei known to many people living in Mena, The story is largely true excepting the romance. IL IS pub lished at the request of some ol those who heard it read.
 If there is anything in a name why was May Small veritablf giantess, and Dave Long a scant five feet in his Sunday shocs2 It may not have been the fault of thelr progenit0rs: the storks may have gotten them mixed when they de- livered them. Who knows but thai May Small was intended for the Longs, and Dave Long for the Smalls? Such mistakes sometimes occur in naming the race, but not so with Louise Knobel.
 The summer was warm, the warmest in many years. People were hunting the cool spots. Moth CTS with growing prospects, young ladies with numerous prospects, old maids with no prospects, widows with dead prospects-all hunting the comfortable places for the sul- try summer days and sleepless niEhts.
 Already the mountain inn was taxed to it's utmost There were the Beasleys and Stewards from Texarkana, the Quayles and Hotch- kisses from Little Rock, the Nor mans and Andersons from Ashdown, the Reetors and pettys from Mena; these, and scores of others, slowed away in the rambling old structure that served as human sardine-box during the hot months of summer.
 The latest passengers, on August first, were Colonel G. Knobel and his only daughter, Louise, from Hope. Arkansas.
 Where in this world do you ex- pect to put us?n asked Louise of the Baker Springs host.
 At Saints Rest" he replied.
 Is that a grave yard2'
 No, oh no. Miss Knobel, that is what We call the old building you see beyond the sulphur spring; we use it in connection with the inn"
 That's just the place for us, father; the name sounds interest inglH
 As their travelling bags, minnow buckets, fishing rods, and other be- longings were unloaded, Louise overheard the word "haunted spoken by a small boy standing near. Then 1t made no impression upon her, but like many a bit of debris caught by memory's 0n-rushins tide, it was recalled many days later
 Louise had been planning her va cation for months. Coming in daily contact with the serious things of life. ennobling though they were youth was gently slipping away while painting her brow with the finer tints of the soul. As a soldier dreaming of his furlough, she, too had been dreaming of a time when she might leave the great army of those fighting mankind's most for midable enemy--disease and en- joy the real freedom of others; when she might indulge her own moods, and participate in the pleas ures of girlhood, so long denied herself
 After having registered in the quaint old book in the corner of the lobby-olliee- -waitingroom of the inn Colonel Knobel and Louise were conducted to the weather-heaten curious looking building they were to occupy From their rooms on the second door of the creaky structure they had the finest view of the rug ged mountain sides. the chameleon scenery. with its wonderful sky curtain changing at every swing of the silent pendulum that marks the passine of day into night
 Their train had been late, One of those sudden summer showers had delayed them further, SO that be- fore they had disposed of their lug gage the supper bell rang.
 Hurry. father! 1 was never so hungry in my lifel Don't you hope they will have fried chicken to- night2'
 "Chicken will do for tonight, but tomorrow night We shall have fresh troutW
 There you go daddy, counting your fish before you catch them Wouldn't it be wonderful if all were as sure of their success as fishermen are2n
 "yoa don't understand lhc Divine Art, replied the Colonel There IS no possibility of failurel Oi course an dc not eatuh fish. but the real fisherman has unbounded con- ildenee in the God If Luck When the fish refuse to bite, he fshc. mentally and soon finds himself a famous angler He becomes an author of marvellous tales Do you know Of any other profession whert failure assures sueeess2"
 Ha Ina Now understand why all men ike Go hshl Well. have hac no mck with men, 50 believe shall try he fish"
 Hurrying over Co the inn to join the throng moving toward the din ing room. many smiles welcomed the strangers, many hands were eX. tended Co greet them
 Colonel Knobel and Louise wer, seated ai one of the center tier o tables, from which vantage ground they could book into a half hun.