Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1917-10-12

pool shaded by ov~erhangfng rocks. In
a moment she had her rod at work
and a tiny fly rippled the surface of the
water. She tried again, but this time
1t caught In the bushes. The next time
her patience was rewarded, and a fair
sized trout lay beside her on the bank.
mot SO bad" rejoiced Jeanette. 81
wish Arthur could see you" She tried
several nearby pools with 40 success;
then the line and fly became hopeless
ly ~entangled In q tree. In despair she
climbed into the low branch of a nearby
scrub apple tree and with a long stick
was trying to poke the line from the
branches of the other tree when It
slipped from her hand and fell with a
crash. She heard a sudden exclama-
nation and. turning quickly, almost
lost her balance. A young man was
standing In the brook behind her, rod
In hand, his line ~entangled with hers,
establishment in his face.
what he began, then stopped.
Were you going to say, What am I
doing in this tree?' I'll tell you what
I was trying to do. Did my stick hit
your" Jeanette paused for want Of
breath.
1T did. It hit my arm with that re-
suit" and the young man waved his
hand toward the tree full of lines. But
what were you doing In the tree? 1t Is
a good thing you made yourself known
or you might have heard some Ian
guage. There is a trout In that pool,
just one, that / have tried for every
day for a week on every fly I possess.
but 1 can't suit his taste. He's a
mighty particular old gentleman. But
l am bound to have the old chap II I
have to devote my entire vacation to
the job"
"Oh, I'm afraid | have your trouti'
jeanette exclaimed. Look p and she
held the trout up for his inspection.
"By Jovel Did you get him out of
that pool? If you did, he Is the same
old boy. I'm glad to know he Is caught.
It takes a load off my mind. Would
you mind showing me the fly he took?"
"Not at all, but l can't. The fly is In
the tree" and jeanette pointed to where
the two lines hung in the branches
overhead. In another moment they
were both at work d~isentangling the
lines.
"There! The trick is done. Is that the
fly he took? 1t would have been about
my last guess" he said. by the way,
| have a few small trout, and I'm as
hungry as q bear. What do you say
to cooking them and eating them IN
the spot? l know you don't live In the
village, but from what you say you
must be visiting there. I'm Deacon
Alden's nephew, Stephen Alden, and If
you are visiting relatives you are prob
ably a second or third cousin of mine.
You know about every is related
In a village of this size, so everything
will be perfectly proper. Come on.
cousin, let's get luncheon" and he
laughed with such boyish good nature
and good will that Jeanette laughed
also.
"You certainly sound respectable. I'll
add my trout and sandwiches to yours.
You make a fire and I'll cook the
trout"
The thought of food brought the ba-
bies to Jeanette's mind. Would they
give Bobby the right food and the
baby's milk? But she resolutely put
them out of her mind and tried to have
the good time that she would have
had before the advent of Arthur and
the babes.
Stephen Alden was having a good
time and a good feed" and he ratified
on In a happy, care free fashion.
= III. "a lo-.oIP T1or1&+1 ancxrnra6
rather absentmindedly. How had she
happened to forget that coat of Ar
thurs? 1t should have gone to the
cleaners that morning.
She answered a question about a re-
cent novel SO vaguely that the young
man looked at her in a puzzled way.
Probably not much of a reader" he
thought. "She's a mighty pretty girl
and a good little companion. Didn't
fuss a bit about smoke or bugs, and size
can fish. I'll try her on something
else"
"Oh. dear" thought Jeanette. I'D
forgotten what stupid things used to
like to talk about. Tennis, ball games,
dancing, were all very we'll, but how
would Ike to get hold of those blessed
babies. l simply can't stand 1t"
II really must be starting now for
lome.'' sic began. gathering up her
things. Its been very nice and Jolly
and thanks for getting me out of the
mess | was in. No, you must not leave
your fishing. I'm not far from home
and she left so abruptly that Stephen
Alden wondered what he could posi-
bly, have said to offend her.
AS she came into the village she saw
people hurrying along the street.
"What is all the excitement?' she
called as two boys ran past her.
"Been an accident. Baby run over
by an automobile. The yeller haired
kid what belongs to them city folks.