Evening star., 1939-07-23

brook trout. our cat stole IT,
George" George sidled to her and droppeI
the fish as though he had intended 1t Tor
present all the time.
Its beautiful fish," she said getting he
tongue under control.
Two pounds, eight ounces. Caught 1t uslna
a Silver Doctor Played it nearly minute
Make nice meal.
Il love brook trout" she lied shamelessly
80 do I. Never eat anything else up here |
Il could eat brook trout all the time too}
But Dad S away tonight so have to get along,
on a few old lamb chops. :.
TOO bad." he muttered, poking the chops
with finger. Tell you what you take m!1
fish and | II get rid of the chops for you
She decided that dinner with HIM was
worth two lamb chops. "All right. But You'll
have to keep me company. Just SIT down on
the porch while cook your fish.
In twenty minutes she had dinner on the
table and was watching the chops disappear
She chased little pieces of trout around her
plate and occasionally dropped some on the
floor for George. She had almost disposed OF
her whole piece of fish in this manner when
George began coughing hollowly under the
table. He was double crossing her on fish
bone.
Brick peered under the table. You mus
have dropped some" he said. Here, hav
another piece He loaded her plate again AMI
leaned back comfortably. "Where'd you Cd
the cat, Cynthia? You didn't have him in tt
city"
Sue Elaine lent him to me. You know he
The girl who married Blake Leighton. the 70
director. She said it was time got married
Got married. What has that to do wit
borrowing cat?"
Sue Elaine says George arranged her mai
riage. OF course don't believe it.
He pondered. "Leighton's the big gam
hunter, isn't he? You never know about thes
hunters A little off, l call them. Might be jus
the sort to let cats run their affairs"
Sue Elaine says George married off Valer
and Lee Staunton."
He grunted, "Staunton, Rides to hound.
Probably little crooked from spills" &
And she says George married off Jobyn
and Graeme Witherspoon."
Huh. Witherspoon Coils. No wonder.
He speared the last morsel of lamb. You hav
ing any luck with George"
I'm afraid not, she said demurely.
Don't think you will, around tlshin:.
camp Fellows too sensible. l >. er. =. don
mean it's you," he added kindly Just tina
they're capable of making up their minds with
out cat giving them hints. Well, thanks 70
the chops. Now I've got to get back and max
a few dry flies. Fish wrecked my flies today.
Bring your work over here. Id love t'
learn how to make them"
She watched him stride toward his cabin
Yes, it had been worth the chops. Her teeth
gnashed hungrily, though, as she turned bach
to the table.
"George"'
George was on the table He seized the two
chop bones left on Bricks plate and jumped
down, growing She could not find it in her
heart to scold him for his bad manners. After
all, she owed George something. He hat.
brought Brick to her cabin.
Brick returned with box of feathers ano
odd pieces of fur. He showed her how to take
a bare hook and create artificial insects with
the feathers and fur.
when you get them made right they'll
fool anything. he boasted, futtering White
Miller through the air.
George was fooled He rose to the fly like a
trout. Unlike trout he didn't bother with the
hook He bit through the leader and carried
his prize to the steps.