San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1923-09-02

Then Mr.. Chandler, after describing
the sagacity with which he had
stalked and killed fine buck that aft
erncon, asked accusingly:
"Who shot the doe / saw around In
back of the lodge:"
| Old Man Angus turned black as a
thundercloud.
II killed her." said Client calmly
"I'm sorry, Mr.. Angus. 1t was an
accident"
Columbine' silenced her father with
look, but the situation was strained
Then Rip, who was dining with
them-for democracy prevailed at the
hunting lodges-spoke up. He told
the story and took the blame upon
himself, ending with:
Anyway it was a good shot. H.
really killed the buck, but the fool doe
got in the way"
Angus didn't believe q word Of it,
and told Rip so.
Client was crushed, in spite Of Col
umbine's looks of sympathy. He Won
dered how soon it would be before he
could catch train for Denver.
"Never mind" said Columbine soft.
". Tomorrow you shall go out and
get buck bigger than Mr.. Chand.
ler's."
I'm through with killing deer" he
answered. Il can't stand the look in
their eyes when they die"
Mr.. Chandler was in great form for
the rest of the evening. He could NOT
let the topic of Clients doe rest.
Some good came out of Mr.. Chand'
ler's popularity. Angus was thereby
restored to cheerful frame of mind
Even Columbine seemed to regard
Chandler's comic muse with favor, for
she told him that she know where the
biggest buck on Paradise Peaks had
his stamping ground, and that tomor-
row they would go out together
without a guide-and get him. He had
the finest antlers she had ever seen
she said.
The suggestion caused Angus to
beam upon them, and sent Mr.. Chanu-
Ter to bed almost ready to announce
his engagement. Clients feelings may
be indicated by the fact that he spent
half the night sitting up with Kenneth
in a discussion of Baudelaire, with
benelictine and brandy on the side.
He slept late the next morning. and
awoke TO find the lodge deserted ex-
cept for himself and Kenneth, also i
tardy riser. The latter was inclined
to grumble because his guide and fac
totum had been commandeered agaIE
by the hunters, but he lent willing
hand TO the improvisation of break
fast. Then he had an inspiration.
Now that the deer shooters are out
of the way, and Sis has gone of with
the ineffabie Chandler" he said. ''let's
you and me go sightseeing like a
couple Of plain literary guys. I'll
show you the prettiest mountain lake
in the world"
Client was a dweller by the Great
Lakes, and his heart leaped up at the
thought of the sight of open water.
There's a shack on the lake with
some cooking tools in it," continued
Kenneth, land WE'LL find some trout
tackle too. And there's boat"
From the top Of a forested rise they
caught their first view of the lake.
Client caught his breath with pure de-
light.
That's right, don't say a word"
Kenneth remarked. and they descend
el reverently to the shores of Blue
Flower lake.
About noon time. as their boat
| eIAx,.l,- n,I tha nahIn
meth in the stern. began to groan in
his best hermit's fashion.
Look who's here" he said. point
ing. "This means four for lunch"
CHANGING over his shoulder, Client
saw Columbine and Chandler riding
down the hillside trail toward the
cabin.
"What luck?" Columbine called out
to him.
For me. none at ALL" he answered
blithely. I've tried all the well-rec-
commended trout-flies-the Pink Ia
rantula, the Red-headed Chauffeur
and the Prime Minister'S Delight
but the trout seem to regard them
with suspicion. Kenneth. however, has
been catching them two and three at
a time"
ION worms" Kenneth beloved
shamelessly.
Good! Wen have trout for a
campfire luncheon, won't that be nice,
Mr.. Chandler"
"It would be nicer IL Chandler had
to clean the fish" Kenneth declared
to the distant hills.
Client cleaned the f;-H; Kenneth
made the fire and peeled the potatoes
Columbine was chief cook, and Mr..
Chandler offered suggestions. But |;
was successful luncheon.
where's that prehistoric buck you
went out to get?" Kenneth wanted to
know of Columbine and Chandler.
"0h, we're trailing him." Columbine
answered evasively.
did you think he came down here
to take his daily bath"
Mr.. Chandler averred that they Ger
tainly had seen the hoof prints OF al
extremely large deer. Columbint
changed the subject.
The lazy hour after luncheon was
one of deep and quiet contentment.
II should like SWIM" said Ghent
sleepily.
Chandler spoke almost lyrically o.
the joys OF surf-riding at Honolulu
and Client was tempted in his youth
"How wide is this lake," he asket
Columbine.
From here to that point, almost {
mile"
Mr.. Chandler, / will swim yoI
from here TO that point"
Kenneth, without opening his eyes
applauded.
Fine Sis can withdraw into tn
shrubbedy while you peel. III roa
across with you and carry the clothes