Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1908-11-11

the Anglers Anchorage.
.Poof! I'd give i've hundred"
laughed the New Yorker. who owned
several electric roads and was di-
rector in one or two banks.
ION your own hook and line, sir, "
amended the host, suaYely.
"os coarse. On my own hook
The Eostonian dropped a bead OF
oil on the axle of dismembered reel,
and Gelicately smeared it over the
steel with his finger-tip.
II had good one on yesterday,
but"
The New Yorker and the man VINO
favored an eight-ounce rod exchanged
the glance OF cynical brotherhood.
we. know that one, they said,
wearily. The cne that might have
bean."
"Eut ms reel was summy and the
line parted, continued the Bostonian,
with Characteristic deafness. Il think
he weighed at least one hundred and
thirty. One OF the Salem Kents
caught a hundred and ninety pounder
last season. But that happened at
Tampico."
There's no doubt that Mexican fish
run heavier" said the man who al
ways felt a desire to apologize for the
Bostonian. But these are big and
gamy enough for me-when / get
one. Three days without bite"
Its Z little early" reassured the
host. The main body hasn't struck
in yet. When they do there'll be
fishing"
The Eostonian, tenderly assembling
the oiled bits of steel, smiled coldly.
Yet YOU offered fifty dollars for
hundred and se"enty-fye pounder q
minute ago."
"sure. And 1 expect to Pay the
money" said the host. IF 1 had
time, Id go out and win the reward
myself. l want a nice fish for the
hall mantelpiece, that's all"
As he hustled indoors, the New
Yorker and the man with the eight
ounce rod exchanged another glance
Of understanding.
His fifty is safe." said the New
Yorker.
wish could feel as sure about
my little pile" said the other. This
place is too far up. Only the light
scouts will ever get mere. Wish
hadn't exchanged old camps for new
On the lowest step OF the veranda,
Bert Christianson and Sidney James
listened reyerently. The new An
glers' Anchorage had dropped like an
Aladdin's palace into their surround
ings, and every day they came to bask
in its atmosphere of elegant leisure.
Here were grown men from the
North, stout and fiorid with good liv-
Ing, who talked of fishing as If it were
the business of the land. 1t was up
setting yet,fascinating, this new light
on the unfamiliar waters OF the blue
lagoon.
They were fishermen themselves,
although in the surreptitious fashion
Of bcyhood. SEEMING. which is hard
.HorS, had the family sapprobation,
but sizing RI as iIIIroBl ned upo1.s|
THESE "a the North Woul 9sI:aai
soon alits on as sweep
l tt with a net, and here was Host
Simpson Offering half a hundred dol
lars for mere herring! Bert and
Sidney exchanged looks that recorded
common VOW.
"But where are we going to get the
sackle." mourned Bert. I've noth-
ing that will hold one as big as that"
! Neither had Sidney. AS he was
considering the problem, the host re-
appeared and called to him, Here
you, Sid! Take Mr.. Worthington out,
will you? It's mouse waiting for that
lazy darkys" he added. to the Bos-
tonian. Like as not he won't come
round, and the boy knows where the
6sh are all right"
The man from Boston studied the
boy through his glasses. The eyes
behind them were sharp but kindly.
Perhaps you'd like to try for that
fish of SIMPSONS" he suggested.
oI've several extra rods, and YOU may
use one.'
Poor Bert! He could not help
feeling envious as he watched the
joyous Sidney tuck the rod under his
arm and sally forth. One by one the
other gentlemen, accompanied by
their negro boatmen, went down to
the landing. No one noticed him sit
ting there on the step. Thefclear blue
of the sky and the flashing water
Knocked at him.
II s'pose they think l'm too
young" he said to himself. "Sid S
two years older. That's why"
1t was not much of consolation.
1t was none, in fact. He sat there
trying hard to be manly. but seeing
the little scattered fotilla of boats
through mist.
Again ths host came to the door,
and his eye rested on the rather for
lorn figure. Hello. young mani" he
said. How are you-pretty quick
on Your pins?"
What, sir?" asked Bert.
Good with your legs? Can you
use EN-? Make 'em move faster than
darky's? want an errand Gone at
the village, and want it done quick -
-Ireckon I'm quick, sir said Bert,
asa plan darted into his mind.
Lean and wiry from outdoor work
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