Carroll County democrat. (Huntingdon, Tenn.) 188?-1971, 1918-05-31
Some Fall
Fishing
GA<S
~ c. B. LEWIS
Copyright. 1918. by the Mcclure Nswspa-
per gyndicate)

A1kAS AsIA0Iu 70 stay III the country
as long as she could, on account Of
the state Of her throat, and that was
Why she was yet at her grandmoth-
er's when mid-september came.
Il 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 Qualls'
nests In the wheat fields. There was
one sport, however, she had not par
ticlpated In. There was a creek me-
anderlng It's way over the country aud
crossing the highway few rods be-
low thc house, and In that creek were
fish at least as long as her finger. She
knew 1t, because she had seen them,
and because neighbours boy twelve
years old had told her:
"Why, of course there are fish
slstders and slathers Of 'em, and they
are achin' to be cotched. jest as a cat
aches for cream. Haven't hauled out
m0re'n hundred this summer"
''But I was taught In Sunday school
that ii was wicked to catch fish," was
protested.
''Humphl Would we have Goldfish
cakes If folks didn't go a-ishin'T
The boy rugged up line and pole
for her. and Miss Gertie went fishing.
He stood on the bank with her for a
while to advise:
Nov, lower your hook"
snow, stop wobbling the pOlel"
Nov, don't you dare breathel"
"Now, shet you eyes and say your
prayers, for there's fish as long as
a rail comm for your hook!"
When half an hour had passed and
the fisher hadn't had a nibbe yet, the
boy wandered away In disgust. At
the end of the second half-hour Miss
Gertie said to herself
Il know why don't have any luck.
It's because the fish can see me. I'll
play trick on them"
Thereupon she stuck the end of the
pole into the bank and left the hook
to do its own fishing while she retired
to the house for rest. Ferrers
Yorke, the author and artist, was
planning new story. The opening
chapters would tell of a meadow, a
brook, 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 thar another would
have to imagine. He was quite sure
that he could find all but the girl with
fishrole in her hands, and there was
one chance Ia a thousand that he
would find her. He had discovered
two or three brooks, bridges and
meadows when his search brought him
to the willows opposite to where Ger
tie stood.
A rash young man would have
stalked out of the bushes with hello
and wave Of his hat, and waded the
brook and asked how many fish had
been caught, and how many had got
away. Mr.. Yorke was not rash. He
did not betray his presence among the
willows. Not that he was a spy by
nature, but that, having found his
heroine, he must study her a bit.
The heroine Oh story must have
auburn hair which the sunshine turns
to gold.
She must have neck like swan,
though not as long.
She must have a Grecian nose-not
the sort you see around the Greek
restaurants of New York, but one
made to order in Athens and sent on
packed In pink cotton.
Her eyes must be like stars. The
stars worn by cOnstables are ex-
Guided from the contest.
Her form must be divine which
means 1t must not be nodded on the
lines of a sack Of -four.
She must have twinkling feet.
She should sing as she fished.
Did the girl across the creek from !
the artist fiji the bill? Yes, and more. |
She was sylph-a houri-an angel. |
with her for heroine that story |
would 20 like buckwheat cakes on a
winters morning. Even when she be- |
came discouraged about the fish and |
turned away with shrug of her
shoulders, he was delighted with the |
shrug.
An artist and an author has two |
souls, as we all know. One is dream |
soul, and can hear the whispers of the |
angels with every breeze that blows |
through a patch of bull-thistles-tEe |
other gives him proper appetite for |
a boiled dinner.
When Mr.. Yorke had looked upon |
Gertie with one soul. he laid 1t aside
70 look with the other. The girl went
away, but she would return. She
would confidently expect to find some
thing on her hook If there was not
q victim she would be disappointed.
How a farmers cast-off boot came
TO be lying on the farther bank in
nlain sight is mystery to be ex-
Dloined some other time. In days gone
by bear might have oyertaken him
az that spot and devoured everything
but the boot. For the two-souled ar
fist to leap the brook and seize the
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