Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1922-03-31

themselves upon Dank upstream,
| with hooks and lines thoughtfully
brought with them, and poles which
they fashioned from young saplings.
They took mussels from the shadows,
for bait, and having gone to all this
trouble, declined to share with friends
less energetic and provident the per-
| quisites 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 use throughout
the duration of the picnic an old row.
boat belonging to a shanty squatter:
| it was the only rowboat within a mile
or two and Albert had his own uses
| for 1t. Albert was the class lover and,
after first taking the three chaperon
teachers "out for row." an excursion
| embarked them; Sadie Clews stepped
into the boat, pocket camera in one
hand, 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
ed on shoal. Now and then Albert
would row a 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 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, closed
| guitar case and a closed mandolin
case, no doubt containing each it's
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
| 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 a 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 a group gathered about Willis
Parker and Heinie Krusemeyer.
No fish had been caught, 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 i'll received.
"For heavens sakes," Heinie Kruse-
meyer demanded, cant you shut upl
Here we just first got the girls to keep
their mouths shut minute and / 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 a 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 !"
Ramsey vociferated. "Tll bet a hun
dred dollars there hasn't been even q
minny in this creek for the last sixty
years."
"There Is, tool" said Heinie, bitter
| 1r I1,yt IxS< bo
wouldn't be no longer if you got to
keep up this noise. If you'd shut up
| just a minute you could see yourself
| there's fish here"
Ramsey leaned forth over the edge
| of the overhanging bank, 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 It's secrets re-
| luctantly; nevertheless certain dim lit
tie shapes had been observed to move
within it, 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? l 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
| at once, a peculiar and heretofore en-
| tirely unfamiliar sensation suddenly
became important in the upper part of
| his chest. For a moment he held his
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