ainbow trout, the gamest of any fresh water fish.
It is indeed a paradise for either poet or sportsman.

In any direction near to Leadville a man can find Heaven and recreation
and rest.

Finding himself on Harrison Avenue, the main street of the county seat,
Larner, after renewing some old acquaintanceships, started west in a
flivver for Tennessee Creek. The flivver is a modern adjustment. Until
a few years ago the only means of traversing these same hills was by
patient, sure-footed donkeys, which carried the pack while the wayfarer
walked along beside.

* * * * *

The first day's fishing was good. Trout seemed to greet him cheerily and
sprang eagerly to the fray. They bit at any sort of silken fly he cast.

The site chosen by Larner for his camp was in a mossy clearing separated
from the stream by a fringe of willows along the creek. Then came a
border of aspens backed by a forest of silver-tipped firs.

It was ideal and his eyes swept the scene with satisfaction. Then he
began whittling bacon to grease his pan for frying trout over the open
fire.

Suddenly he heard a rustle in the aspens, and, looking up, beheld a
picture which made his eyes bulge. A man and a woman, garbed seemingly
in the costumes of another world, walked toward him. Neither were more
than five feet tall but were physically perfect, and marvelously
pleasing to the eye. There was little difference in their dress.

Both wore helmets studded with what Larner believed to be sapphires. He
learned later they were diamonds. Their clothing consisted of tight
trouserlike garments surmounted by tunics of some white pelt resembling
chamois save for color. A belt studded with precious stones encircled
their waists. Artistic laced sandals graced their small firm feet.

Their skin was a pinkish white. Their every feature was perfection plus,
and their bodies curved just enough wherever a curve should be. The
woman was daintier and more fully developed, and her features were even
more finely chiseled than the man. Otherwise it would have been
difficult to distinguish their sex.

Larner took in these details subconsciously, for he was awed beyond
expression. All he could do was to stand seemingly frozen, half bent
over the campfire with his frying pan in his hand.

* * * * *

The man spoke.

"I hope we did not startle you," he said. "I thought my note would
partly prepare you for this m