The St. Mary banner. (Franklin, Parish of St. Mary, La.) 1889-1931, 1908-12-05

tPoof! Id give five hundred"
nshed the New Yorker, who owned
veral electric roads and was di-
aefor In one or two banks.
ION your own hook and line. sir, "
knended the host, suavely.
~Of course. On my own hook"
The Bostonian dropped a bead Of
q on the axle of dismembered reel.
"a delicately smeared it over the
lei with his finger-tip.
VI had a good one on yesterday,
~"
The New Yorker and the man who
sored an eight-ounce rod exchanged
Y glance of cynical brotherhood.
1--WE know that one," they said,
arily. "The one that might have
een!"
.But my reel was gummy and the
ae parted" continued the Bostonian,
kith characteristic deafness. Il think
weighed at least one hundred and
Sifty. One Of the Salem Kents
sught hundred and ninety FOUNDER
Vt season. But that happened at
hmpico."
There's no doubt that Mexican fish
= heavier" said the man who al
nys felt a desire to apologize for the
gtonian. But these are big and
my enough for me-when l get
Three days without a bite!"
tits a little early" treasured the
II "The main body hasn't struck
yet. When they do thereIl be
hing"
fhe Bostonian, tenderly assembling
oiled bits of steel, smiled coldly.
Yet you offered fifty dollars for a
hdred and seventy-five FOUNDER
hute ago."
Sure. And I expect to pay the
ney,' said the host. IF I had
=. Id 60 out and win the reward
seif. l want a nice fish for the
mantelpiece, that's all.
As he hustled indoors, the New
fker and the man with the eight
Ice rod exchanged another glance
understanding.
His fifty is safe" said the New
bker.
wish I could feel as sure about
little pile, said the other. This
lce Is too far up. Only the light
pnts WILL ever get here. Wish !
INT exchanged old camps for new"
On the lowest step of the veranda,
+ Christianson and Sidney James
lened reverently. The new An
- Anchorage had dropped like an
ddin's palace into their surround
u and every day they came to bask
e atmosphere Of elegant leisure.
b were grown men from the
th, stout and ford with good liv-
Who talked of fishing as If it were
business of the land. 1t was up
ing yet fascinating, this new light
NE unfamiliar waters OF the blue
ION.
kNAey we're fishermen themselves,
Aough In the surreptitious fashion
1oyhood. SEEMING, which is hard
sk, had the family appreciation,
" bait-1shing was frowned upon.
re men Of the North would as
"a dynamite the lagoon as sweep
with . net. and here was Host
Epson offering half a hundred dol
4 Tor . mere herring! Bert and
~ exchanged looks that recorded
cannon vow.
eat where are we going to get the
e!' m0urned Bert. i've moth
hat will hold one as big as that.
lther had Sidney. As he was
dering the problem, the host re-
ared and called to him, Here
BID! Take Mr.. Worthington out,
you! It's no use waiting for that
oarky." he added, to the Bos-
Like as not he won't come
and the boy knows where the
lre all right"
man from Boston studied the
through his glasses. The eyes
q them were sharp but kindly.
lAps you'd like to try for that
q Simpsons he suggested
: several extra rods, and you may
sne.~
of Bert: He could not help
% envious as he watched the
Sidney tuck the rod under his
ana sally forth. One by one the
gentlemen. accompanied by
negro boatmen, went down to
Anding. No one noticed him sit
Aers on the step. The clear blue
sky and the flashing water
"a ct him.
spose they think I'm too
he said to himself. "Sid's
ears older. That's why"
vas not much of q consolation.
none, in fact. He sat there
hard to be manly. but seeing
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