The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1919-08-13
EVENING STORY
Sarah, ConYersationaIist.
BY DORA NOLAN.


Come Sarah. put the rods together
Doctor Garfield spoke from the couch
hammock, where he had been pretend
ing to doze.
but you said we hadn't any bait
dad" Sarah did not cease for a mo-
ment her incessant rocking, nor I'M
fold the hands tightly clasped in her
lap.
all I'll take along some clubs"
But the chugs are only an expert
ment. For my part I don't think the
trout will touch salt water bait fish"
Sarah's tone was decided.
''Well, you use the worms, my dear"
mildly suggested the doctor.
What! And let you catch all the
trout" retorted the girl Grossly.
Doctor Garfield looked at his
daughter sharply. "Calomel for you
before bed; indicated by the unselfish
consistency of that remark" he said.
Now, dad, there's nothing wrong
with my liver, and you know it. It's
being dragged away from my work.
just when 1 was beginning to get re-
suits, and brought to this God-for-
saken place, where it's a question of
What will you do or go fishing? I'm
wasting so much timei"
You mean l dragged you away
from nervous collapse" growled the
doctor. Take an intelligent interest
in your surroundings, child" he con-
tinued in a more kindly tone. you've
chosen food conservation for your
life work. Well, I don't know that
there's any better place to learn some
thing new on that subject than in a
fishing village"
Two hours later, somewhat mol
lifted by having made three worms ac-
count for two good-sized trout, as we'll
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pertinent with the clubs, Sarah stroll
ed down the shore road. Out of
tune with her surroundings as she was,
weather-beaten house standing close
to the shore, looking as much at
home as a mushroom in a meadow,
drew from the girl a reluctant admira-
ton. garden separated the house
from the road and at a small wharf
behind lay a fishing smack. A man
was working in the garden. His back
was turned. But what on earth was
he doing? Sarah pressed close to the
fence Apparently unsuspecting her
presence, the man continued at his
task of planting fish-fish-in long
burrows. AS he picked the fish out
Of a key they shone like silver and
| wriggled.
Are you using those live fish for
At Sarah's question the man turned
quickly. He saw a young woman re-
garding him severely thru large gray
eyes. OF whom did she remind him
Searching his memory. he absent
mindedly answered, "Yes; they are
very good for that purpose"
Are they edible fish ?"
He had It now-the girl reminded
him of his mother; she had worn her
hair the same way, showing the ears.
Most women nowadays had no ears.
He liked the mother fashion.
Sarah repeated her question.
I'm going to have some for my
supper" the man answered.
Then why don't you take them to
market?' Sarah's expression was
stern. She was right on her own
ground now. Don't you know that
this country needs to conserve re-
sources now as never before? Are
you holding the fish back for a high
price? There are plenty of unedible
| fish to use for fertilizer-menhaden
for instance"
The man smiled tolerantly. showing
even teeth, their whiteness accentu-
ated by his bronze skin. But that's
| just what these are" he explained;
'bony fish, they call them in these
parts. Their name queers them. Peo-
pie won't buy them-suggests fertil-
| izer. like clouds suggest rain"
How ridiculousi The name could
| be manipulated" Sarah eyed the
young man thoughtfully. Would
you give me some. and tell me how
"As many as you want. I'll dress
them for you-it's rather a particular
/ job" The man took a knife from his
pocket. picked up a shingle from q
! pile near the house and began the
! operation. Sarah drew a businesslike
notebook from her bag, opened the
| gate and walked in. I'll write down
the directions for cleaning them" she
| remarked. y land perhaps your wife
won't mind my watching her cook
| some. It's easier to learn irst how
that way; and" she added important
| ly, "Ill write an articles about them
The man looked properly impressed
Sorry haven't any wife, Mss -'
he hesitated.
Garfield" supplied the girl.
Mines Hazard" explained the man
But you're welcome to watch me
cook them" he continued.
Sarah was very much in earnest
| about this work to which, in heI
twenty-third year. she had dedicated
her life. She accepted the invitatio
| in that spirit
| Half an hour later Doctor Garfield
started down the road in that SAME
direction. For the first time since
| they left the city he heard his daugh.
| ter's laugh. But in the direction from
whence it came-no human being wa!
in sight-only weather-beatenh house
| Slightly puzzled tho accustomed Il
Sarahs independent ways. the doc
tor opened the gate and made his wal
toward the laugh. Thru a mosquito
Melted window he could see into Z
large kitchen. Sarah, standing clost
to blonde giant. was watching some
/ thing fry on a pan on the stove.
"By Jove! What a handsome pair!'
| thought Sarah's father as he opened
the door after a preliminary knocl
and walked in. Whats the excite
| ment?" he asked. laughingly. in thu
same easy manner. accepting hi
| daughters introduction and Bert Haz
ards suggestion that they both stay