The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1920-03-25


literally dragged her catch up tn,
shelving shore. Fortunately he wa.
well hooked. and her gear was of the
best
"oh. golly!" exclaimed a voice close
beside; "but amt he the pippin l"
The girl looked into the freckIed
face of the small boy. But she was
too intent on her task to answer.
With unwinklng eyes the urchIn
watched her as she valnly tried to ex-
tract the hook. and finally ended by
borrowing his knife and cutting the
line. With flushed faces the girl and
the small boy. In the freemasonry of
Sportsand, examined. admired and
exclaimed over the speckled beauty.
Gee Bet It's big as the one old Pea
body caught here. Gollyl I'm going
now and tell him about It." And the
small boy disappeared.
The fish proving too large for the
creel. the girl put 1t In a knapsack
she carried suspended from her shout
| der, and. climbing up to the road. un-
| joIntlng her rod on the way, seated
herself In the gray roadster and soon
| was merely part Of cloud Of dust
! vanishing In the distance.
The small urcliln had slowed down
to a walk when he met the man In
slonch hat and macklnaw returning.
Say, mister" he snld bursting with
importance. you ought to "a seen the
plppin the lady just caught In the big
pool. This big !" And he measured at
least yard with his grlmy hands.
THAT SOP said the man. But J
you're exaggernting q little. aren't
you. sonny?"
Jest you go there and see II your
self" returned the boy, starting OF
again on the run. The man qulckened
his pace, but when he reached the
pool no fair angler was 10 sight.
That evening, seated In the lounge
Of his club. the sportsman was re-
lating the incident to several com
panions, who received 1t with the Gus
tomary skepticism. One OF them
laughed. "You didn't fall for that
kids yarn, did you. Hammond? You
know the small boys power Of exag-
geratlon."
well. It's an accepted fact around
here that some unusually big trout for
this part OF the country have been
taken from the Pebbly brook pool;
und I've always put lot Of faith in
It," Hammond spoke rather louder
than his wont.
A young chap stood In the doorway.
At Hammond's words he came for
ward. Il don't know how you heard 7
about 1t, for when l came away she I
vas lamenting that she had had no [
me to talk ii over with. but that must r
De the very trout my sister caught to- {
lay II weighs just an even two I
pounds to the hair. | don't know much I
bout fishing, and care less. but Anne +
S bugs over it."
The group turned to him Interested
y, and Hammond asked him several
uestons, but the boy seemed rather
ored by them, and gave very unsatis- y
actory answers. I'D give a good Zeal u
o see that fish," exclaimed Hammond. =
The boy frightened considerably.
Say, III call Anne up and Introduce =
GU over the phone. and you can go
light down. She'll be tlckled to pieces
D find one who's interested-and
zen won't have to go home at TO- as
promised her"
"PlI take you up on that" replied
When Billy Crane did return that
'ening 1t was considerably after 10.
At Trask Hammond and Billy's sister
ere still porting over catalogues, try
Z to decide the best place to send
e trophy to be mounted. They had
ready made date to fish Pebbly
'ook together the next day, and over
ruled Anne's tackle and got II In
adlness for the trip, managing to be-
me very well acquainted in the
ocess.
1t was month later. one evening at
ndown. when Anne stood again on
e bank of the Pebbly brook pool.
sting her bait under the low-hanR-
: branches of the big tree opposite,
d remarked to the man who was
lndlng close by watching her: Its
olish to try, know; probably shall
yer land a two-pounder out OF here
ain. That was my lucky day."
The man spoke slowly, while the
,wn swirling waters laughed down
ar the stones: THAT has been the
,kiest day In my life, so far But
u can make today the very luckiest
,r II you wish"
The girl watched her curling line
sely for moment; then said, arch
You're too big to go In my creel.
so was that -pounder-and
mt put Ii back, did II"