Cottonwood chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1917-current, 1921-01-28
LOBSTER-ROMANCE
BY MARY CONNOLLY.

the winter months. on this particular
occasion they were simply fisherman
and his sweetheart going lobster
catching at 8 O'clock of a summers
morning, and as the man steered for
the open sea he divided his atten-
ton between the girl opposite him and
the brightly painted buoys which
bobbed In the green water. marking
the place where the lobster pots lay
hidden.
Sea-gulls screamed overhead, and
occasionally skinned the water grace
fully few yards from the side Of
their boat; Mother Carey's chick
ems" with their ministerial coats Of
black and white fiuttered to within
few feet of them In answer to the
hsherman's coaxing whistle; and now
and then buoy footed calmly by
with solitary mackerel-duck as pas
senger. The sun rose higher and high
er. and the southwest wind sent the
salt spray into their faces as they
sped over the water.
HS hShei iHhu spOhe IOT the uFst
time since they had become entangied
In the rope of buoy.
Here's a trap / haven't pulled for
a week" he said, as he leaned over
the side OF the boat and drew the line
toward him. The sound Of his voice
quite normal and showing no hint of
the conflicting emotions that had been
going ON within his breast that morn
ing, gave him courage. He turned
toward the girl, half-smile ON his
lips.
Lets bet on It." she suggested, and
she returned his smile quietly.
ut will be empty" she said begin
ming to show interest
He laughed merrily, Impossible |"
he exclaimed; after u week there
ought to be something here. It's neer
rocks, too. II you lose" he added.
you pay forfeit. you know"
There was complete silence as he
drew the pot from the bottom hand
over hand. and as II came to the sur.
face covered with dank sea-weed and
full of tiny star fish, they both leaned
over 1t eagerly.
Empty" exclaimed the girl, as she
sank back in her seat with q little
laugh OF triumph. The man dropped
the trap back into the water and flung
the dripping buoy angrily from him.
Her laughter hurt him In his disap-
pointment.
We'll have TO try three times" he
told her; ITS the only way to make
IL fair for both of U.S."
Again he stopped the motor and
caught at the buoy as 1t swept past.
The game was growing exciting and
the girl came and stood beside him
She wasn't exactly sure whether or
not she wanted to win this time. As
the trap neared the surface he closed
his eyes and guessed quickly.
'Therell be two" he said. almost
grimly, as he unfastened the little
door. A perch imprisoned within sent
the salt water into his eyes with Its
terrified Tapping, and II was a mo-
ment or two before he could exam
Inc the contents of his trap. One
large lobster, and. yes, hidden in one
corner; little chicken lobster. He
measured It critically and then smiled.
mine and one-half inches" he told
her, II win this time"
Preparations were made for the
third and final catch. A snowy-capped
wave sent white buoy bobbIng into
view and the girl felt little tug at
her heart-strlngs as she watched the
man lean over and pull 1t from the
water. Suddenly, with all her heart.
she prayed that he would lose. The
game had gone too far. She saw II
In his eager glance and felt II In the
quickened beating OF her own heart.
II seemed almost as though her lib
erty were slowly slipping from her.
and she wanted so much to be always
free. II was her turn to guess. and
she glanced about her quickly. They
were far out to sea by this time, and
the rocks were no longer visible. She
repeated her first bet.
st will be empty here" she said.
He looked at her and sighed. 81
was afraid that you would say that"
he said gravely. II seldom get much
out here at the present time"
Hand over hand he drew In the rope
until the trap rested dripping upon
the side Of the boat. He cleared away
the sea-weed and looked into the trap
while the girl sat with averted head
almost as though II mattered nothing
to her how II would all come out. Then
glad little chuckle from her com.
panion made her turn. and she saw
him standing with a giant lobster held
by the back She did not know wheth-
er TO be angry or glad, but as she
saw the unmlstakable look of happi-
ness in his eyes she began to smile at
him. Hurriedly he snapped the lob
ster's claws and cast II into the barrel.
Instinctiyely they both felt that fate
had decided more than a mere forfeit
for them. Shutting OF the motor he
came toward her, and suddenly realized
that she was undeniably glad to see
him coming.
Whether or not the man asked the