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Show FISHERMAN'S LUCK ness if we could not catch a glimpse, now and then, of young people falling in love in the good oldfashioned way. Even on a trout-stream, I have seen nothing prettier than the sight upon which I once came suddenly as I was fishing down the Neversink. A boy was kneeling beside the brook, and a girl was giving him a drink of water out of her rosy hands. They stared with wonder and compassion at the wet and solitary angler, wading down the stream, as if he were some kind of a mild lunatic. But as I glanced discreetly at their small tableau, I was not unconscious of the new joy that came into the landscape with the presence of "A lover and his lass." I knew how sweet the water tasted from that kind of a cup. I also have lived in Arcadia, and have not forgotten the way back. A FATAL SUCCESS |