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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, October 16, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 19

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hood circle. That catch will advance
his ideas of the possibilities of our
purling stream. The essence of mys
tery about it will awaken interest and
sentiment in him. We must do some
thing startling to capture such a
prize."
"Why not run the boat under the
shelter of the bushes at the opposite
shore and see how he takes it?" sug
gested Nellie.
That led to new ripples of fun and
suspense. Mary essayed to fling sev
eral pebbles at the slumbering angler,
but they fell far short of the mark.
They were getting tired of their
sport, when he woke up. His face
brightened as a touch at the pole
told of prey expected.
Then his eyes opened wide and
eagerly as the fish came into view.
He landed it with care, proud of the
capture. The ribbon puzzled him
manifestly. Mary, viewing the scene
at a distance, had to snicker, and
, ended with a slight cough.
Perhaps the young man was aware
of the proximity of the donors of the
fish, perhaps not At all events he
went through an expressive and en
crgetic pantomime. He assumed a
joyous sort of pride as he viewed the-
splendid piscatorial specimen, care
fully placed it in his basket and left
the spot at a leisurely gait Before
he did so, however, he untied the
ribbon, stroked it half dry, folded it
nicely and placed It in an inside
pocket directly next to his heart.
The three young mischief makers
escaped when he was well "out of
sight.
"You had no right to use my hair
ribbon!" complained Alice. "I should
feel dreadful if he knew it to be
mine. If we should meet some- day
and he should find out I was the hoy
denish owner of it"
"Nonsense! It made a pretty ef
fect. See how he recognized it and
treasured the memento!" tormented
Mary.-
"Yes," said Nellie, "and I fancied
T moved as though, just "like the
knights of old, he had vowed to pre
serve the ribbon as gage of love
and find her who gave it to him, if
he roved the wide world over."
"I didn't give it to him!" protested
Alice, divided between tears and vex
ation and inexplicable blushes.
In time Nelson Warren, indeed,
became a' welcome addition to tEe
local group in which our three youtfg
mischief makers moved socially. If
he remembered the ribbon episode
he never referred to it in the most
reinote manner, much to the disap
pointment of Mary and Nellie.
They could not understand it
They mutually gossiped, but young
Warren took a fancy to Alice froni
the start He was on the lookout
all the time for the owner of the bill
of ribbon, but had so far made no
discoveries.
One day there was a picnic. Alice
was an industrious creature. She
had brought some embroidery work
to occupy idle moments. Her work
bag lay open by her side under a tree,
wher&'she was seated when Warren
discovered her.
"They are expecting you in our
group," he advised, "and I was to
come for you," and then he halted in
his speech, for his eyes had taken
in the outspread contents of the
workbag. Among them was a bit of
ribbon which Warren recognized as
a distinct counterpart of that which'
had ornamented his great catch.
"Yes," said Alice, arising and tak
ing up a paper sack, "they called on
me for a contribution of some of
mother's famous old-fashioned cook
ies," and as she lifted a small paper
sack in her confusion she dropped
it and the contents spilled on the
grass.
"Allow me" spoke "Warren quick
ly, and gathered up the cookies.
Then he deliberately drew the piece
of ribbon from an inside pocket and
tied up the bag.
Alice gasped. She flushed like a
I saw him lift his eyes and his lips 1 peony, consciously guilty.
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