The L'Anse sentinel., 1922-06-30
The TROUT SEASON
BY JEAN NJ. GRAY
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g. 1922. by Mcclure Newspaper syndicats

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married almost a year when Mr.. Billy
brought home the invitation from his
big and genial boss to spend two
weeks with him at his camp In the
<dirondacks. Little Mrs. Billy almost
w&ot with delight, although she hated
to ,eave their pretty little apartment.
"An anniversary honeymoon" she
tsld her husband.
"And raise, with membership In
view," he returned. I'VE must make
success Of II. honey, for I'm pretty
sure our whole future depends on these
two weeks. Mr.. Henry's bug on fish
ing, so he and l will hit II off all
right and II anyone could help loving
you"
After the ecstasies and the packing
and the trip, the visit started auspi-
ciously. and continued so for a week
and half. Mrs. Henry and Jack and
Jill. the incorrlgible seventeen-year-
old Henry twins, took Honey to their
hearts at once, and Billy and Mrs.
Henry waded miles Of brook for trout
and bass and came back to the camp
tired. content, and empty-handed.
SCOT to go down to the village with
this letter, Honey"
"Not in this downpour, Billy"
"Silly! It's important, and Mr..
Henry wants 1t to go at once. met
Jack and Jill just coming In. soaked
from head to foot They're going to
have corn pop and promised to walt
till got back. Doesn't that sound
good?"
"Yes. but-oh. run along, I'm going
to have a nap till you get back. cause
I'm sleepy, sleepy, slee-ee-py." She
nearly yawned big, impolite yawn.
Billy hugged her. and hurried Off
Honey tugged the screen around the
couch. disappeared behind 1t, and
snuggled down by the leaping fire.
Some time later she woke to the
sound of voices, one irritated and fret
full. the other soothing.
"But, dear" the soother was say
ing.
II know, I know" the irritated voice
of Mr.. Henry answered his wife, you
are going to tell me It's my own fault,
but how the-but how could l know
II was going to be like this? Usu-
ally when we've been up here at this
time of the year everything's been fine,
but"
Honey, an unwilling eavesdropper,
neld her breath. What could he mean2
Mrs. Henry was speaking.
Surely, dear, you can afford to
be magnanimous, and forget that these
two weeks haven't been all that you
expected"
She was laughing at him, and he,
MS always when she laughed at him.
forgot his crouch and laughed rue
fully.
you're an angel, Clare" he told
!: her, "but this blamed trout season has
got me. Let's go and see If Bill Is In
sight YETI
Honey lay covering among the pill
lows. "This blamed trout season This
blamed trout season!" II beat into her
brain. Then she had failed. after all,
and Billys life. was ruined. Their
visit was not success, but miser-
able failure, and 1t was her fault.
Poor Billy. 1t meant so much to him,
rolled down her cheeks. What had
she done? Why? Why? She would
go to- Mr.. Henry and ask, and tell him
that Il was her fault. Billy must have
his raise.
She staggered to her feet, pushed
aside the screen and stared at Billy,
still In his dripping oil-skins.
"Why, sweetheart" he began, and
the storm broke, rivaling the one rag
ing out-of-doors. On his breast Honey
painted out her story, and Billy, at
first inclined to laugh at her, grew
serious and then alarmed. This thing
meant so much to Honey, and II he
had done anything to queer 1t, he'd
straighten 1t out or
"There, there" he said lightly, don't
cry, Honey. You're just silly little
girl. He didn't mean anything It's
lust your imagination. Too vivid.
He wants to see me now, just as soon
as l get off my coat, and everything'n
be all right"
"But he said "This bl-blamed trout
season"
swell, but" Billy was worried him
self. Honey, listen, I'm going to see
Mr.. Henry now. Battle your eyes and
wait for me here and then well see
what's to be done. Will you, HoneyT'
Honey went off with her tears and
troubled SOUL and Billy squared his
shoulders and marched into Mr..
Henry's den. Honey came back tear
less, and waited, still companioned by
that same troubled soul. And then.
when she could bear 1t no longer, Billy
shot out of Mr.. Henry's den. hugged
her. kissed her, and sat upon the
couch and held her on his knee. He
laughed and laughed until Honey was
ready to burst into tears again.
DEAREST he gasped, "you dear,
silly little kid Mr.. Henry's crazy
about us. You're sitting on the knees
,f the Junior partner of Henry, Mill
,rd & Henry. right now, and Mr..
Henry says owe 1t all to you. He's
stuck on you, darling"
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