The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1918-10-10
Some Fall
Fishing
o0
By c. a. LEWIS
Copyright. 1918. by the Mcclure Newspa
per Syndicate.)

per Syndicate)
The doctor In the city had told Miss
Gertie Ashford to stay In the country
rs long as she could, on account uf
the state OF her throat, and that was
why she was yet Mt her grandmoth-
er's when mid-September came.
1t 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
chipmunks and rabbits which came
about, and she had hunted for quails'
nests In the wheat fields. There was
one sport, however, she had not par
ticlpated In. There was creek me-
anderjng Its way over the country aud
crossing the highway few rods be-
low the house, and in that creek were
fish Mt least as long as her finger. She
knew II, because she had seen them,
and because neighbor's boy twelve
years old had told her:
"Why, Of course there are fish
slathers and slathers Of 'em, and they
are achln' to be cotched. Jest as cat
aches for cream. Haven't hauled out
more'n hundred this summer"
"But was taught In Sunday school
that It was wicked to catch fish," was
protested.
"Humph! Would we have Goldfish
cakes II folks didn't 60 a-fshin'r'
The boy rugged up line and pole
for her. and Miss Gertie went fishing
He stood on the bank with her for q
while to advise:
snow, lower your hook"
snow, stop wobbling the polew
Snow, don't you dare breathei"
snow, shet you eyes and say ycul
prayers, for there's fish as long as
rail comm for your hook
When half an hour had passed and
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:
II know why ! don't have any luck
It's because the fish can see me. III
play a trick on them"
Thereupon she stuck the end of tn,
pole into the bank and left the hool
to do Its own fishing while she retiret
to, the house for rest. Ferrer,
Yorke. the author and artist wal
planning a new story. The opening
chapters would tell Of q meadow, ,
brook. bridge and pretty girl. ant
the girl would be fishing In that brook
The author was great on local color
and he had come out into the countr,
to find the spot thar another woult
have to imagine. He was quite sur
that he could find all but the girl will
a fishrole In her hands. and there wa
one chance In thousand that ~
would find her. He had discovers
two or three brooks, bridges an,
meadows when his search brought hin
to the willows opposite to where Ger
tie stood.
A rash young man would hay,
stalked out Of the bushes with Lei,
and q wave Of his hat, and waded tn
brook and asked how many fish ha,
been caught, and how many had go
away. Mr.. Yorke was not rash. II,
did not betray his presence among tn,
willows. Not that he was a SPY b,
nature, but that, having found hi
heroine. he must study her bit.
The heroine of story must hav
auburn hair which the sunshine turn
to gold.
She must have a neck like q swan
though not as long.
She must have q Grecian nOse-n0
the sort you see around the Greel
restaurants Of New York, but on
made to order In Athens and sent Of
packed In pink cotton.
Her eyes must be like stars. Tn
stars worn by constables are ex
cluded from the contest.
Her form must be divine, whicl
means Il must not be nodded on tn
lines Of sack Of -four.
She must have twinkling feet.
She should sing as she fished.
Did the girl across the creek from
the artist all the billi Yes. and more
She was a sylph-a houri-an angel
With her for heroine that stor,
would 60 like buckwheat cakes on
winters morning. Even when she be
came discouraged about the fish ant
turned away with a shrug Of he
shoulders. he was delighted with tn
shrug.
An artist and an author has tw'
souls, as we all know. One IL dream
sOul and can hear the whisDers Of tn