The Whitefish pilot. [volume] (Whitefish, Mont.) 1904-current, 1910-12-22
THE SILVER HORDE.

k!er idle hands clasped themselves rig.
idly.
You are always the same" she
smiled. You sweep me away from
myself and from everything. have
never seen any one like you. There
are people everywhere. Father Is
somewhere close by"
II don't care
IL do"
"AIy launch is alongside. Let me
lake you ashore and show you what
ave done. ! want You to see."
II can't. promised to go ashore
with the Berrys and Mr.. Marsh"
MARSH"
Nov don't get tragic! We are all
going to look over his plant and have
lunch there. They are expecting me-
Oh. dear" she cried plaintively. Il
have seen and heard nothing but can
neries ever since we left Vancouver
The men talk nothing but fish and
packs and markets and dividends. It's
all deadly stupid. and I'm wretchedly
tired CT it. Father is the worst of the
lot. of course"
Emerson's eyes shifted to his own
cannery. You haven't seen mine
ours" said he.
'Oh. yes. l have. Mr.. Marsh pointed
it out to father and me. 1t looks just
like all the Others" There was an in
stant's pause before she ran on. do
you know. there is only one interesting
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that Is the way the Cinnamon smoke.
Those funny crooked pipes and those
little wads Of tobacco are too ridicu-
lous." The lightness Of her words
iamped his ardor and brought back
the sense Of failure. -,
II was down with the fishing feet at
the mouth of the bay this morning
when you came IN. l thought l might
see yOu," he said.
AT that hour? Heavens! was
sound asleep. 1t was hard enough to
get up when we were called. Father
might have instructed the captain not
to steam so fast"
Boyd stared at her in hurt surprise.
but she was smiling at Alton Clyde in
the distance and did not observe his
look.
Don't you care even to hear what l
have done?" he inquired.
"Of course" said Mildred. bringing
her eyes back to him.
Hesitatingiy he told her Of his dis
appointments. the obstacles he had met
and overcome. avoiding Marsh's name
and refraining from placing the blame
where it belonged. When he had con-
cluded she shook her head
1T is too bad. But Mr.. Marsh told
US all about it before you came. Boyd.
never thought we'll of this enter
prise. OF course didn't say anything
against it, you were so enthusiastic,
but you really ought to try something
big. am sure you have the ability.
Why. the successful men I know at
home have no more intelligence than
you, and they haven't half your force.
AS for this-well, think you can &C.
complish more important things than
catching fish,"
''Importantw he cried. "Why, the
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portant on the coast. 1t employs 10000
men in Alaska alone, and they produce
100000 every year."
ooh, let's not go into statistics" said
Mildred lightly; "they make my head
ache. What mean is that fisherman
is nothing like-an attorney or bro
ker or an architect, for instance; he
is more like miner. Pardon me,
Boyd, but look at your clothes" She
began to laugh. why, you look like
a common laborerw
81 might have slicked up a Bit" he
acknowledged lamely, ''but when you
came l forgot everything else"
II was dreadfully embarrassed when
l introduced you to the Berrys and the
rest. I daresay they thought you were
one Of Mr.. Marsh's foremen."
Never before had Boyd known the
least constraint in Mildred's presence.
but now he felt the rebuke behind her
careless manner, and it wounded him