The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-11-16
tContinued From Yesterday.)

O1 you SpOlllnS lff2 things that later you would like to remember" Suddenly she drew him down and
 kissed his lips. It was the kiss of a child. he knew. but wonderful. "And, besides" her manner be-
 came lighGly energf- tic, you must feed your family, MI. Chief of tnIs tribe I want food.'' She began busily gathering the breakfast dishes. Reluctantly ne turned away, took up his rod and basket and blundersd heavily through the undsrgrowth toward the stream. Fishing was excellent that day. The trout leaDed to his fly with an entnsI- siasm no sportsman could ignore. Be- | fore an hour had passed he was ab- sorbed in the fly drifting tantaizingIy over the surface at the end of his line
 There is something inexpr ess1bry fascinating about trout fishing. The fine, still days of summer glide over an angler in uninterrupted benedic- tfon- The clear, cool stream sups past in endless melody, a rare accom- l paniment to the multitude of mur- | murous sounds undetoning the silence | of wooded canon. Now and then a bird darts across | the stream from bank to bank chirp- l ing over industrious intentions.
  | where, on a bed of soft green grass | the still brightly speckled brook k-trout | lie witnessing your skill. A twig snaps behind you, or far | up the hill some greater sound breaks | through the peace, suggesting bits of natural drama among the silent pines. l Surrounded by such peace, Jerry for | got his distressed thoughts. Held by | the need for alert eye and ready hand | he ceased to think of Edith save l to wish now and again that she might | have seen that esepcia1ly superb | catch or this bit of placid sunlit l stream.
 Noon came and passed. Absorbed
 in the attempt to provoke an excep- | at his fly he sat intently watching
 while he allowed the hook to drift to l and fro across a deep pool besides | a great gray rock.
 Other and smaller victims swelled
 his catch, but the big fellow ignored
 the strange fly that had stung his nose so sharply. It was three o'clock be- fore he abandoned the effort and then proceeded to count the contents. of his basket.
 '"T3wenty-seven fine ones," he unused,
 "enough for today, and I'm going to swim
 Hastily slipping out of his clothes he poised on rock for a plunge. The cold mountain water gave his body refreshing energy. When he emerged his soul was at peace Remembering the scenes of the evening and morning he laughed agreeably, shrugged his shoulders and started toward camp seriously confi- dent that he cared not whit wheth CT
 she did or didn't care for his love.
 His sport had carried him farther
 upstream than he had imagined. Edith had dinner waiting for him | when he entered camp among the shadows of gathering evening. | 1T was about to institute a search for you," she greeted him. He re- counted the days play while he wash ed, watching her fry some of his trout
 with a feeling of pride in their sizl- ing.
 Too hungry for speech he devoured 1 his meal and threw himself beside the | fire in contented silence. She made no attempt at conversation, washing l the dishes while he snl nloked. At last 1 he turned toward her and spoke light ly.
 Your farmer comes for you in the morning, doesn't he?" "He will arrive about noon." | And back you go to civilization" l She paused, her hands resting idly
 in the dish-water while her eyes grew misty.
 "Yes, back to the routine of daily things
 | Something in her increased haste over the remaining skillet and pans | bespoke a restlessness not quite con- cealed. When she had washed her ! hands she came to the fire. dropping upon her big hairy rug with a little distressed sigh. | You sound tired. Were you climb ing today?"
 | She nodded, then added: I'm not tired, though. I just hate l 3, little to go back to town
 "It is a bit droopy thinking of all 1 the clattering streets and the beastIy i awnings along the bui1dings.'' He finished his pipe silence. Edith lay moodily gazing into the fire. The l longer he watched the dancing reflec- | ton play over her face and among l the falling strands of her hair the more he felt disposed to join her in regretting that the end had come. "So you had a fine day?" She turn ed her head to look at his healthy young face alert with thought. Fine
 '"The calm of it all is most possess ing"
 "It does make 9 fellow feel smooth | inside"
 Mature alawys irons out humani- ties, I suppose
 Well yes; If that's the way you would put it'
 We are easily managed after all. we mortals." What do you mean?' "Oh, there is a days fishing between my meaning and you.'' Sensing the faint challenge in her tone he shifted position with an un- comfortable air of escape from her discomfort.
 "A few words can generally sur mount that sort of barrier to percep- ton. I suppose I'm stupid, but you'll have to explain"
 '1 suppose shall. or-or leave the day unscaled."
 'Td rather you explained"
 She kept her eyes on the fancy weaving flames.