Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1907-08-24
The .Plunderers.
BY C.. cuTLIFFE HYNE.


He got a return message, IT is true
but not before noon on the following
day. II said. Take no steps. Am
writing" and seemed TO hint at a
change OF plan.
In another place he might have re-
sented tho delay. At least eleven days
must pass, and probably more, before
q letter could reach him, and all the
while he would be condemned to mac
ton and anxiety. But as il was he
read Mr.. Theodore Shelfs reply cable
gram with a frown which was quite
eyauescent and felt a mild satisfaction
I'm the respite In the afternoon he took
out Miss Kildare TO fish for tarpon
BY "ae OF those singular chances
which occur every century or 50 a
tarpon they did actually catch on that
first day OF fishing-a thirty-pound
monster with glittering silver scales
on him as big as dollars, VINO gave
three hours frantic fight before he
turned his belly to the skies and sub
mitted 70 travelling beachWard In the
boat
1--WE got him between US" said Miss
Kildare That's my first and I've
tried for him times out of number
MY first also, and I've tarpon tlsheo
for weeks
"We seem to bring one another luck"
ITS an undoubted fact, Elsie, we
do"
The dcductlon seemed to give rise to
thoughts in each OF them, and they let
their eyes rove vaguely over the gulr
waters for the next minutes without
speaking, while the boat rode gently
over the MINDLESS sweils which slid In
through the outlying keys A porpoise
surgcd past them, coughing as he
chased a shoal of mullet, and overhead
string of purple and yellow cranes
screamed weariy as they Mapped home
20 the Everglades after a days hard
fishing on a growing reef
They've all got 10 make their liy-
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-
Cambel laughed. "Was it pessimis-
tic? I'm not given that way as a gen.
eral thing. It's so much pleasanter for
oneself and everybody else to look at
matt rs from the cheerful point of
view But I was thinking at the time
that If I'd been well off and if other
lillllEN AltAtA ANbA lttA lPSiANAA tA7 ivy 'llA
my ite would have been written very
differently
You mean you might have been her
maie tys Ambassador TO the court OF
Timbuktu2'
"or something in that line. Pos
sibly yes,
Mabel" said the girl, '1s 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 whcr
he rested for a breathing place In one
and had time for thought; the woman
who had by pressure been made tc
marry another man. whom, neither or
her wedding day nor al any after
/ time did she ever love She was free
again Mabel Duvernay now anc
4 Mabel kildare no longer but Mabe
/ still and free