Capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1893-1895, 1893-08-08


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He held up his leg, and the convict
pulled off his wet fishing stockings.
he drew them on, and the fisher
man kicked the brogans toward
him. In exchange the convict hand
ed him his shoes.
Am to wear theseg' the fisher
man asked, with something in his
voice that might have been amuse
ment --
"Yes-they're q little out Of shape
I'm afraid. The queen is no judge
of shoe." Na 81 esy
II guess net" answered the other,
laeing. .",sg. - auysa.e s.ai
There was a little silence,
II suppose. said the convict, With
curious eagerness, that you have
seen bit of the world,
Here and there, y answered the
other, sear.hing for the return half
of his ticket. ,..-, ~ -.
Should you think, now, that
girl would wait four years for chap
who, in the eyes of the world, was
not worth waiting for3''
The fisherman, not being an abso'
lutte fool, knew. that there was only
one answer to thissoa But he was a
kind hearted man, 30 he told q lie.
There was something about this con
vict that made him do it, ge mts
Eyes, l should think she would.
Girls are not always rational, ]
giaess. a ufIa a v.efg5
The other said nothing aHetook
the macintosh coat and the creel
and the rod case without a word,
even of thanks. His manners were
brisker, as if the anglers lie had
done him good Ia 1- sr
The change of costume was now
complete, and the convict would pass
anywhere for an innocent disciple of
[zaak Walton. .-..a.l,
For a moment they stood thus,
looking at each other. Then the
convict spoke.
Can you lend me fiverG" he
asked.
"Oh, yes"
Carelessly opening his purse and
displaying a good number of bank
notes, he passed one to the unsteady
hand held out. e.a
want any more9" he asked, with
a queer laugh. .5 so4 80,
"I'll take another if you can spare
lit" H..
/, A second note passed from hand to
hand d----.. ------
Thanks, sad the convict. Now
tell me your name and address. J
shall want to send these things back
to you-if have any luck. "
| And the effort to steady his voice
was quite apparent.
Caleb s. Hardness, United States
frigate Bruiser, now lying at Plym
outh, replied the other tersely.
"Ah you are an Americana"
'That is why don't care a hant
for your laws" aa
"Mr. Hardness -or what|
I'm her captain, " he replied mod
estly. 10 asGa muII 81
They shook hands and parted.
1t was only as he plodded albnt
the Tavistock road, limping in th'
| regulation shoes, that the American
remembered that he had quite omit
ted to ask the convict any questions
He had parted with his mackintosh
and it was pouring. ~
Yet he regretted nothing, and a
times a queer smile fitted over hi
countenance. He was a man hold
| ing very decided views of his owl
upon most subjects, and no one sus
pected him of it, because he neye
sought to force them upon others.
What he loved above all in meI
was that species of audacious ant
gentlemanly coolness which is fount
in greater perfection in the ranks 0
the British aristocracy than any
where else in the world. a e
Two days later he received hi
{ waders, macintosh and brogues
also new fishing rod Of the yer.
best quality made In England an'
two e5 notes. ~ olI
Caleb s. Hardness in due cours
rose as high as he conveniently coul'
in the navy active and turned his al
Itention to the navy passive, whicl
, latter means q nice little house Il
Washington and the open. arms 0
the best society in that enhghtene'
ieity. 4 ciJls1y ~
thus in six years time we find Ca
leb s. Hardness moving, not in tn
J bed Of an English trout stream, bu
in the lap of Washington luxury.
1t was a great night in the govern
ment city, for England had sent on
OF her brightest stars to meet the IL
: minaries Of the United States Il
peaceful arbitration. The Brftisl
plenipotentiary had not yet been seel
of the multitude, but he was tho cid
a est SON Of a British earl and had
title Of his own. l,
That was enough for Washington
with some to spare for Boston an
New York. .v-
) Also he had proved himself equa