The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-09-06
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e1ISIdnc0 aOOFG the CduA0Ey WuACH S0If- ed as Willis Marsh's headquarters, and Royd's path necessarily took him past SIS enemy's very stronghold. Finding the tide too high to permit of passing beneath the dock, he turned up among the buildings, where, to his surprise. be encountered his own day foreman talk ing earnestly with a stranger.
 The fisherman started guilti1y.
 What are you doing here, LarsenP' asked Boyd.
 q just walked up after supper to have a talk with an old mate"
 sWho is hep
 ''He's Mfr. Marsh's foreman"
 Emerson spoke out bluntly: 'sSee here. don't like this. These people have caused me a lot of trouble all ready, and don't want my men hang ing around here"
 'tOh, that's all right said Larsen carelessly. 'tHim and me used to fish together And as if this were sum- cient explanation he turned back to his conversation, leaving Emerson to pro ceed on his way
 He found Cherry at home and, fling ing himself into one of her easy chairs, relieved his mind of the days occur rencNB.
 r M6JBA 1S OQAOA4OB LAOSS LAS%RS PN-A ly out of spite, she declared indig- nantly when he had finished. He doesn't need any more fsh-he has plenty of traps farther up the river"
 "To be surei It looks SIS if we might have to depend upon the gill netters."
 seWe will know before long. If the fish strike in where George. expects Marsh will be out a nretty penny.
 tsAnd if they don't strike in where George exnects we will be out all the expense of building tpat trap"
 ssExactly! Its a fascinating busi- ness, isn't it? It's tNAiness in which the unexpected is forever happening. But the stakes are high. and-I know you will succeed. By the way" she continued, "have you heard the his4 torlc story about the pink salmon ?''
 He shook his bead.
 Well, there was certain shrewd old cannery man in Washington state whose catch consisted almost wholly of mink fish. As you know, that varie- ty does not bring as high price as red salmon, like these. Well, finding that he could not sell his catch, owing to the popular prejudice about color, this man printed a lot of striking can labels, which read, Best Grade Pink Salmon, Warranted Not to Turn Red In the Can They tell me 1t worked like charm.''
 "No wonder!'' Boyd laughed.
 ''I wish were 8 man. she went on. sPd like to engage in business of this sort, something that would require tn- genuity and daring. I'd like to handle big affairs"
 s'Tbere is your copper mine. You surely handled that very eleverIy."
 Cherry's expression altered, and she shot quick glance at him as he went on.
 How is 1t coming along, by the way?. haven't heard you mention 1t Iately.''
 "fvery we'll. I believe. The men were down the other day and told me 1t was big thing"
 .I'm delighted. How does it seem to be .richr'
 1T hardly know. Richi That has always been my dream, and yet'
 ''The wonderful feature about dreams" he took advantage of her pause to say, .'is that they come true"
 Mot all of them-not the real, won derful dreams" she returned.
 "Oh, yes! My dream is coming true, and so is yours.'
 sI have given up, hoping for tIat,'' she said, without turning.
 But you shouldn't give up. Remen- Der that all the great things ever ac- complished were only dreams at first, and the greater the accomplishments the more impossible they seemed to begin with-''
 Something in the girls attitude and in her silence made him feel that his words rang hollow and commonplace. TEYI- toned excitement had been mounting in his brain, and it held him now in a kind of delicious embarrassment. It was as if both had been suddenly en- folded in a new and mysterious un- derstanding without the need of speech. He did not tell himself that Cherry loved him, but he reused to a fresh perception of her beauty and felt himself privileged in her nearness.
 It may have been the unusual ardar of his gaze that warmed her cheeks and brought her eyes back from the world outside At any rate, she turned, flashing him 9 startled glance that caused his pulak to leap anew. Rising silently, she went past him to the piano. Never before had she surprised that look tp his eyes and at the reali-{ zation wave of co1fusion surged over her. She strove to calm herself through her music, which shielded while it gave expression to her mood, and neither spoke as the evening shadows cRept in upon them. But the girls exaltation was short lived: the thought came that Boyd's feeling was but transitory; he was not the sort to burn lasting incense before more than one shrine. Nevertheless, at this mo- ment he was hers, and in the joy of that certainty she let the Epoments slip.
 They heard a child crying some where in the rear of the house and Chakawana's voice soothing; then in a, moment the Indian girl appeared in the doorway, saying something about going out with Constantine. Cherry