Daily Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1918-191?, 1918-07-02
Some Fall
Fishing
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by c. n. LEWIS


per eyndicate)
The doctor In the city had told Miss
Gcrtle Ashford to stay In the country
rs long a. she could. on account ~
tho state ~ her throat, aud that was
Why she was yet nj her grandmoth-
cr's when mid September came.
II hadn't been a very gsely summer
for the girl. She had taken loue
walks. She had fused with the old
fashioned flowers: she had sought In
vain 10 win the confidence Of the
chlpinunks and rabbits which cnmc
about. and she had hunted fof qualls'
nests IN the wheat fields. There was
one sport. however. she had not par-
ficipnted In. There was n creek me
nBdering It's way over the country aud
crossing the highway n few rods be-
low the house. and IN that creek were
fSh nj least as long as her finger. She
knew ~. because she had seen them.
and because ncighbor's boy twelve
years old had told her:
"why. of course there are fish
slathers and slathers Of 'em. and they
ARE ncffn' TO be cotched. jest as n cat
aches for cream. Haven't hauled out
more'n a hundred this summer"
'1,ut was taught In Sunday school
that II was wicked 10 catch FISH," was
protested.
"Humphl Would we have Goldfish
cakes n folks didn't 20 a-hshln'r'
The boy rugged up n line and pole
for her. and Miss Gcriie went fishing.
He stood or the bank with her for a
while 20 advise:
snow. lower your hook I"
snow. stop webbing the polel"
snow, don't you dare breathei"
snow. shet you eyes aud say your
prayers. for there's n fish as long rs
n rull comm for your hook -
When half an hour had passed and
the fisher hadn't had nibble yet. the
hoy wandered away In disgust. At
the end ~ the second half.hour Miss
Gertic said to herself:
II know why don't have any luck.
It's because the iish can see me. III
piul a trich on tneiu.
Thcreupon she stuck the end OF the
pole into the bank and left the hook
10 do It's own fishing while she retired
10 the house for rest. Ferrers
Yorke. the author and artist. was
planning a new story. The opening
chapters would tell OF n meadow.
brook. n bridge and a pretty girl. and
the girl would be fishing In that brook.
The author was great on local color.
and he had come out into the country
TO find the spot that another would
have to imagine. He was quite sure
that he could find all but the girl with
a fishrole In her hands. and there WIS
one chance In n thousand that he
would ind her. He had discovered
two or three brooks. bridges aud
meadows when his search brought him
to the willows opposite 10 where Gee
tie stood.
A rash young man would have
stalked out Of the bushes with a hello
ana y wave Of his hat. and waded the
brook and asked how many fish had
away. Mr. Yorke was not rash. lie
did not bctray his presence among the
willows. Not that he was n spy by
nature. hut that. having found his
heroine. he must study her hit.
The heroine Of n story must have
auburn hair which the sunshine turns
70 gold.
She must have a neck like n swan.
though not rs long.
She must have n Greclan nose-not
the sort you see around the Greek
restaurants OF New York. hut one
made TO order In Athens and sent on
packed In pink cotton.
Her eyes must be like stars. The
stars worn by constablcs are ex-
cludcd from the contest.
Her form must be divine. which
means II must not be nodded ON the
lines Of a sack Of fiour.
She must have twinkling feet.
She should sing as she tished.
Did the girl across the creek from
the artist fill the blllp Yes. and more.
She was n sylph-a houri-an angel
With her for heroine that story
would go like buckwhent cakes on a
winters morning. Even when she he
came discouragcd about the fsh and
turned away with n shrug 81 her
'shouiders. he was delighted with the
shrug.
An artist and an author has two
souls. as we all know. One Is dream
soul and cnn hear the whispers ~ the
angels with every breeze that blows
through n patch OF .bull-thistles-the
other gives him a proper appetite for
n bottled dinner.
when Mr.. Yorke had looked upon
0ertie with one soul. he laid II aside