Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1922-03-18

1 through tne woods that borderea n.
Two envied boy fishermen established
| themselves upon a bank upstream
with hooks and lines thoughtfuily
brought with them, and poles which
| they fashioned from young saplings.
They took musseis from the shadows,
for bait, and having gone to all this
trouble, declined to share with friends
less energetic and proyident the per-
qulsites and pleasures secured to
themselves.
Albert Paxton was one person
who proved his enterprise. Having Wis
tied the spot some days before. he had
hired for his exclusive uae throughout
the duration of the picnic an old row.
boat belonging to shanty squatter;
It was the only rowboat within mile
or two and Albert had his own uses
for 1t. Albert was the class lover and.
after first taking the three chaperoa
teachers tout for a row." an excursion
concluded In about ten minutes. he dis.
embarked them; Sadie Clews stepped
into the boat, pocket camera in one
hand, a tennis racket In the other: and
the two spent the rest OF the day, ex.
cept for the luncheon interval. solemn.
ly drifting along the banks or ground.
cd on shoal. Now and then Albert
would row few strokes and at al-
most any time when the populated
shore glanced toward them, Sadie
would be seen photographing Albert,
or Albert would be seen photograph
Ing Sadie, but the tennis racket re-
NAMED an enigma. They We're six.
teen. and had been engaged" more
than two years.
On the borders of the little meadow
Of baskets there had been deposited
two black shapes, which remained un.
disturbed throughout the day, a closed
sguitar case and a closed mandolin
case, no doubt containing each its
proper instrument. So far as any use
Of these went they seemed to be Of the
same leisure class to which Sadie's
tennis racket belonged for when one
Of the teachers suggested music, the
| luuniNIuub pipfCu SHJ. WSsACJ AptH
der said they hadn't learned to play
anything much and. besides, he had
couple o. broken strings he didn't know
rs he could fix up; and Ramsey said
he guessed 1t seemed kind O. too hot to
play much. Joining friends, they or
ganized contest In craftsmanship
the target being floating can which
they assailed with pebbles; and after
that they skipped fiat stones upon
the surface Of the water, then went to
Join group gathered about Willis
Parker and Helnle Krusemeyer.
No fish had been caught, laek Of
luck Grossly attributed by the fisher.
men to the noise made by constant ad.
vice on the part OF their attendant
gallery. Messrs. Mllholand, Bender,
and the other rock throwers came up
shouting. and were III received.
"For heavens sakes" Heinie Kruse.
meyer demanded, cant you shut up1
Here we just first got the girls to keep
their mouths shut minute and al.
most had a big pckerel or something
on my hook, and here you got to up
and yell 50 he chases himself away
Why can't nobody show little sense
sometimes when they'd ought to? A
fish isn't goin' to bite when he can't
even hear himself think Anybody
ought to know that much"
But the new arrivals booted. s'Fish |"
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dred dollars there hasn't been even q
minny in this creek for the last sixty
years"
eThere Is, tool" said Heinie, bitter.
ly. "But wouldn't be surprised there
wouldn't be no longer II you got to
keep up this noise. II you'd shut up
Just minute you could see yourself
there's fish here"
Ramsey leaned forth over the edge
Of the overhanging bank, q dirt preci-
pice FIVE feet above the water, and
peered into the Understandable depths
below The pool had been stirred,
partly by the inexpert pokings Of the
fishermen and partly by small clods
and bits of dirt dislodged from above
by the feet Of the audience. The wa.
ter, consequently, was but brownly
, translucent and revealed Its secrets re-
luctantly; nevertheless certain dim lit.
tie shapes had been observed to move
within 1t, and were still there. Ram.
sey failed to see them at first.
where's any ole fish," he inquired,
scornfully.
"Look !" whispered the girl who
stood nearest to Ramsey. She point
ed. "There's one. Right down there
by Willis hook. Don't you see him?'
Ramsey was impressed enough to
. whisper. "Is there? don't see him.
/ can't"
The girl came closer TO him and, the
better to show him, leaned out over
the edge Of the bank and, for safety In
maintaining her balance. rested her
left hand upon his shoulder while she
pointed with her right. Thereupon
something happened to Ramsey. This
touch upon his shoulder was almost
nothing, and he had never taken the
slightest interest In Milla Rust ito
whom that small warm hand belonged)
though she was the class beauty and
long established In the office. Now. all
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