The Bienville Democrat. [volume] (Arcadia, Bienville Parish, La.) 1912-1980, 1922-03-16

into the boat, a pocket camera in one
hand, tennis racket in the other; and
the two spent the lest of the day, ex.
cept for the luncheon interval, solemn.
~ drifting along the banks or ground.
ed on shoal. Now and then Albert
would row a few strokes, and at a.
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 were 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
guitar 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
musicians proved shy. Wesley Ben
der said they hadn't learned to play
anything much and, besides, he had a
couple o broken strings he didn't know
as he could fix up; and Ramsey said
he guessed it seemed kind O. too hot to
play much. Joining friends, they or
ganized contest in craftsmanship,
the target being a 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 Heinie Krusemeyer.
No fish had been caught, a lack Of
luck GROSSLY attributed by the fisher
men to the noise made by constant ad.
vice on the part of their attendant
gallery. Messrs. Milholland, Bender,
and the other rock throwers came up
shouting, and were Ill received.
For heavens sakes," Heinie Kruse-
meyer demanded, cant you shut up7
Here we just first got the girls to keep
their mouths shut a minute and l al
most had big pickerel or something
on my hook, and here you got to up
and yell so 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 hooted. "Fish y
Ramsey vociferated. I'll bet hun
dred dollars there hasn't been even a
minny in this creek for the last sixty
years.
"There is, tool" said Heinie, bitter
ly. but wouldn't be surprised there
wouldn't be no longer II you got t
keep up this noise. If you'd shut W
just a minute you could see yourself
there's fish here"
Ramsey leaned forth over the edge
of the overhanging bank, a dirt preci
| plce five feet above the water, ant
peered into the Understandable depths
below. The pool had been stirred
partly Sy the lnexpert poklngs OF thu
fishermen and partly by small clod'
/ and bits Of dirt dislodged from above
by the feet Of the audience! The wa
/ ter, consequently, was but brownl!
translucent and revealed its secrets re
luctantly; nevertheless certain dim lit
tie shapes had been observed to mov'
| within It, and were still there. Ram
sew failed to see them at first.
"Wheres any ole fish?' he inquired
scornfully.
| "Lookp whispered the girl VIII
stood nearest to Ramsey. She point
ed. There's one. Right down Their
by Willis hook. Don't you see him?
1 Ramsey was impressed enough t
whisper. us there? / don't see him
] l can't"
The glrlscame closer to him and, tn
better to show him, leaned out owe
the edge Of the bank and, for safety Il
maintaining her balance, rested he
left hand upon his shoulder while sh
pointed with her right. Thereupol
something happened to Ramsey. Thi
touch upon his shoulder was almos
nothing, and he had never taken tn
slightest interest IN Milla Rust It
whom that small warm hand belonged
though she was the class beauty, an
long established In the office. Now, al
at once, a peculiar and heretofore er
tirely unfamiliar sensation suddenl
became important In the upper part 9
his chest. For a moment he held hi
breath, an involuntary action b
seemed to be standing In shower 9
flowers.
'Don't you see 1t. Ramsey Mill
whispered. TITS great big on
1 why, 1t must be as long as-as you
, shoe! Look
Ramsey saw nothing but the thic
round curl on Milla's shoulder. Thi
curl was shot with dazzling flbers I
sunshine. He seemed to be trembling
"Ths Old resentment rose
Il 4 -.