The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1918-07-06
Some Fall
Fishing
By c. B. LEWIS
copyright, 1918, by the Mcclure Ne"spa'
per Syndicate)

Iertie Ashford to stay in the country
IS long as she could, on account of
he state Of her throat. and that was
Why she was yet Mt her grandmoth-
,r's when mid-September came.
It hadn't been very lively summer
for the girl. She had taken long
walks. She had fused with the old
fashioned flowers; she had sought In
vain to win the confidence Of the
chiplnnnks and rabbits which came
about, and she had hunted for QuAllS'
nests In the wheat fields. There was
one sport, however, she had not par
ticipated In. There was creek me-
anderjng its way over the country and
crossing the highway a few rods be-
low the house, and In that creek were
fish ut least as long as her finger. She
knew 1t, because she had seen them,
and because a neighbours boy twelve
years old had told her:
"Why, Of course there are fish
slathers and slathers of 'em, and they
are achin' to be cotched. jest as a cat
aches for cream. Haven't hauled out
more'n a hundred this summer"
"But was taught In Sunday school
that it was wicked to catch fish," was
protested.
"Humph! Would we have Goldfish
cakes IL folks didn't go a-fishin'|
The boy rugged up q line and pole
for her, and Miss Gertie went fishing
He stood on the bank with her for q
while to advise:
"Now, lower your hook"
snow, stop webbing the pole!"
Now, don't you dare breathe!"
snow, shet you eyes and say your
prayers, for there's fish as long as
rail comm for your hook"
When half an hour had passed ant
the fisher hadn't had nibble yet, the
boy wandered away in disgust. A
the end of the second half-hour MIS-:
Gertie said to herself:
al know why l don't have any luck
It's because the fish can see me. II
play a trick on them"
Thereupon she stuck the end of tn
pole into the bank and left the hooi
to do its own fishing while she retired
to the house for rest. F'errer
Yorke, the author and artist, wa
planning a new story. The Openlni
chapters would tell of a meadow,
brook, bridge and pretty girl, ant
! the girl would be fishing in that broob
The author was great on local color
and he had come out into the countr
to find the spot that another Woul
have to imagine. He was quite sur
that he could find all but the girl wit
q fishEoIe in her bands, and there wa
one chance In q thousand that n
would find her. He had discovere
two or three brooks. bridges an
meadows when his search brought hi
to the willows opposite to where &c
tie stood.
A rash young man would haV
stalked out of the bushes with q hell
and a wave Of his hat, and waded tn
brook and asked how many fish ma
been caught, and how many had g
away. Mr.. Yorke was not rash. ID
did not betray his presence among tt
willows. Not that he was spy [
nature, but that, having found n
heroine, he must study her bit.
The heroine of a story must ha'
auburn hair which the sunshine turn
to gold.
She must have neck like a swa
though not as long.
She must have a Grecian nose-n
the sort you see around the Gree
restaurants Of New York, but OF
made to order in Athens and sent
packed in pink cotton.
Her eyes must be like stars. II
stars worn by constables are
Guided from the contest.
Her form must be divine, viii
means 1t must not be nodded on t
lines Of q sack of -four.
She must have twinkling feet.
She should sing as she fished.
Did the girl across the creek frc
the artist fill the bill? Yes, and mo
She was q sylph-a houri-an ang
With her for a heroine that ste
would 90 like buckwheat cakes on
winters morning. Even when she
came discouraged about the fish a
turned away with a shrug of
shoulders, he was delighted with
Shrug.
An artist and an author has t
souls, as we all know. One is dre'
soul. and can hear the whispers OF
! angels with every breeze that bio
through a patch of bull-thistles-
other gives him proper appetite
a boiled dinner.
When Mr.. Yorke had looked vi
Gertie with one soul, he laid it as
TO look with the other. The girl W
away, but she would return.
would confidently expect to find sol
thing on her hook. If there was
a victim she would be disappointe'
How farmers cast-off boot ca
TO be lying on the farther bank
plain sight is a mystery to be
nIained some other time. In days g
nv n bear might have overtaken
at that spot and devoured everyth
Int the boot. For the two-souled
fist to leap the brook and seize
boot and make it fast to the hshh
ond leon hack among the willows