The Bon Homme County independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1904-1913, 1907-08-22
he P1underers.
HYcJ. cuTLIFFE HYNE
BY G. :. cUTLIFFE AYNE.

He got q return message. 1t is true
but not before noon on the following
day. II said: Take no steps. Am
writing" and seemed to hint at a
ebAnge OF plan.
~ another place he might have re-
pnsnted the delay. At least eleven days
must pass, and probably more, before
Z q letter could reach him, and all the
Z while he would be condemned to mac
tion anc anxiety. But as 1t was he
read Mr.. Theodore Shelf's reply cable
gram with q 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-pound
monster with glittering silver scales
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. and I've
tried for him times out of number"
MY hrst also. and I've tarpon fishe6
for weeks" ~
I'VE seem to bring one another luck"
TITS an undoubted fact. Elsie. we
do"
The deduction seemed to give rico 10
thoughts I'm 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 windless swells which slid in
through the outlying keys. A porpoise
eurged past them, coughing as he
chased shoal OF mullet, and overhead
q string of purple and yellow cranes
screamed wearily 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
ssWho?" asked the girl @
II was thinking of those animals In
the water and in the air and, by an
nlogy. the rest OF the animal world. We
all or 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 pessimis-
hc? I'm not given that way as gen
eral thing. It's so much pleasanter for
oneself and everybody else to look at
matters from the cheerful point of
view, But l was thinking at the time
that II I'd been well off and IL other
things had not happened as they did
my life would have been written very
differently.'
You mean you might have been her
maje sty's ambassador to the court of
Timbuktu?" m
"Or something In that line. Pos
Bibly. yes"
Mabel" said the girl, "is 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
so him lingering tale OF might have
been. Mabel was free The woman who
aad 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 torment TO be borne when
he rested for a breathing place In one
nnd had time for thought; the woman
who had by pressure been made to
marry another man, whom. neither on
her wedding day nor at any after
time, did she ever love She was free
again. Mabel Duvernay now, and
Mabel Kildare no longer, but Mabel
still, and free.