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asked. "If you are", you -will know
why I ask it "if you are not, never
mind," he added' wearily.
She shook her head. His face
"I thought you were not. a neigh
bor; I was certain that I had never
seen you as certain as a man can be
awakening from from illness, with
his mind his memory shaky al
most blank." 'He bent his head, gaz
ing into the water. Then he looked
up. "You know the doctor? I think"'
I saw you on the lawn this morning."
"Are you sure you never before
seen me?" she asked, with a ghost
of a smile.
"I thought at first for an Instant
the canoe on the rock, and the sun
shine, and you " He fell silent,
groping through the 'darkened corri
dors of memory.
In the sunlit hush a rippling noise
soujided far out across the pool; then
up out of the glassy water shot .a
sinuous shape, dark against the sun
a fish in silhouette, curving over
with a flapping splash.
The long-dormant passion awoke
in him; he t looked across the pool
where the pretty intruder stood": an
eager question in her eyes.
"I'd like to try," he said. "Do you
"Tell me what to do."
"Paddle very quietly over here
carefully and without a splash. Can
you d6 it?"
'- She loosened the canoe noiselessly,
a lithe figure in her wet brown skirt
and stockings. The canoe slipped in
to the nool: she knelt in the stern r
then, with one silent push, sent it like'!
an arrow across "the water. He
caught and steadied the frail craft;
she stepped from it and sprang, with
out a souriff, be'side' him.
He was muttering to himself: "I've
forgotten some things :but not how
to throw a fly, I think 'Let us see!"
She stood motionless as he em
barked" watching him raise his rod
and send the tiny colored "flies" out
over the water. -The 'delicate accur
acy seemed to'fascinate her; her dark
eyes followed 'the long Upward loop
of the back cast, the whistling flight
of the silken line, the instant's -suspense
as the leader curved, straight
ened out, and fell, dropping three'
flies softly on the still surface of the
As the canoe drifted nearer, the
spot where the. trout had leaped, the
sharp dry click of the Teel, the wind
like whistle of the line, grew fainter.
Suddenly, far ahead of the floating
flies, a dark lump broke in the water r
there came a spatter bf spray, a flash
of pink and silver, and that was all
all, though for two hours the silkeU
line darted out across the water, and
many feathered flies of many hues
fell vainly, across the glassy mirror
of the Golden Pool.
She was still standing in the same
place when he returned. He drew a
long "breath of disappointment as he
stepped ashore, and she echoed his
sigh. The tension had ended. "
"Showed color, but wouldn't fight,"
he said In a low voice. "Biggest
trout I ever saw. must rest him:
You can't force a fish like, that by
persistent worry. I dare not bother
him for an hour or two." ""
He looked 'into her sensitive face;
then, suddenly conscious of its youth
ful beauty, he fell silent, reeling In his
wet line inch by inch.
The rod slipped from his hand; his
musing eyes rested on her. She was
seated on a mossy log", head bent,
slender stockinged feet trailing in-the
"All this has happehed before," he
said" quietly. But there was no con
viction in his voice.
Her eyes fell, were lifted to his,
then fell again.
"Can't you help me?" he said wist
fully. "Can you not remember?" she
"Then we we have known one
another. Have we?" ' ,
(To Be Concluded Montfa.) ' -
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