Chapter 8
The Amiable AnglerBaumberger—Johannes was the name he answered to when any of his
family called, though to the rest of the world he was simply
Baumberger—was what he himself called a true sport. Women, he
maintained, were very much like trout; and so, when this particular
woman calmly turned her back upon the smile cast at her, he did not
linger there angling uselessly, but betook himself to the store,
where his worldly position, rather than his charming personality,
might be counted upon to bring him his meed of appreciation.
Good Indian and Jack, sitting side by side upon the porch and
saying very little, he passed by with a careless nod, as being not
worth his attention. Saunders, glancing up from the absorbing last
chapter of "The Brokenhearted Bride," also receiv
