Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1907-08-29
The P1underers::
BY c. !. cUTLIFFE HYNE.
BY c. J. cUTLIFFE HvNl

He got a return message. II is true,
but not before noon on the following
day. II said: Take no steps. Am
writing" and seemed to him at a
Change OF plan.
In another place he might have re-
scented the delay. At least eleven laws
must pass. and probably more. before
q letter could reach him. and all he
while he would be condemned to mac
ton and anxiety. But as 1t was he
read Mr.. Theodore Shells reply cable
gram with "a frown which was quite
evanescent and felt a mild satisfaction
in the respite. In the afternoon he took
out Miss Kildare to fish for tarpon.
BY one OF those singular chances
which occur every century or so a
tarpon they did actually catch on that
first day of fishing-a thirty pount
monster. with glittering silver scales
on him as big as dollars. who gave
three hours frantic fight before he
turned his belly to the skies and sub
mitted to travelling backward in the
boat.
We got him between u.s." said Miss
Kildare That's my first. AMI I've
tried for him times out of number"
my first also. and Nv tarpon fishe6
for weeks"
w seem to bring one another luck"
ITS an u~ndoubted fact. Elsie. we
do"
The deduction seemed to give rise to
thoughts In each of them. and they let
their eyes rove vaguely over the gulf
waters for the next minutes without
speaking, while the boat rode gently
over the MINDLESS swells which slid in
through the outlying keys. A porpoise
surged past them, coughing as he
chased a shoal of mullet, and overhead
q string Of purple and yellow cranes
screamed YEARLY as they tapped home
to the Everglades after "a days hard
fishing on a growing reef.
They've all got to make their liv-
ing" said Cambel.
"WhO?" asked the girl.
Il was thinking of those animals IN
the water and In the air and, by an
alogy. the rest of the animal world. We
all OF us prey on something else, down
to the ass who eats grass. or else we
die"
That's a very sage remark, Pat.
Have you been reading Schopenhauer
lately. or is your bank account un-
healthy"
Cambel laughed. WAS 1t pesslmis-
tic? I'm not given that way as a gem
eral thing. It's so much p%leasanter for
oneself and everybody else to look at
matters from the cheerful point of
view. But l was thinking at the time
that IL I'd been well off and IL other
things had not happened as they did
my life would have been written very
. =
You mean you might have been her
maize sty's ambassador to the court of
Timbuktu?"
o something in that line. Pos
sibly, yes"
Mabel" said the girl. us free now"
Cambel nodded dreamily and once
more let his gaze roam out across the
waters. The boat rode uncared for
over the gentle oily swells. and the
sound Of the surf crumbling on the dis
tant keys fell on his ears and droned
to him a lingering tale OF might have
been. Mabel was free. The woman who
had once promised to be his wife; the
woman whose memory had driven him
from pillar to post across the world
through all those long wild years. be-
cause Of his abiding love for her was
too great a torment to be borne when
he rested for a breathing place in one
and had time for thought: the woman
who had by pressure been made to
marry another a whom. neither on
her wedding cay nor at any after
time. did she cver love She was free
again. Mabel Duvernay now and
Mabel Kildare no longer. but Mabel
otD., and free.