The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-09-07
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 Has the trap begun to fl1?"
 No. George is down there now. I mSuess Marsh succeeded in corlxing it. Meanwhile all the other plants are working while my Chinksb are playing fantan- I seem to bring misfortune upon every one connected with me, don't I ?'' he added. ''I'm afraid I'm a poor sort.''
 How boyish he was, the girl thought tenderly, yet how spIendid1y brave he had been throughout the fight! There was a voiceless, maternal yearning in her heart as she asked him gravely:
 eff you fail now it will mean-the end of everything. will it not?'
 Yes" He squared his tired shouI- ders. 'sBut am not beaten yet. You taught me never to give up. Cherry. If I have to go back home without 8 catch and see Hilliard take this plant over, why-Tn begin once more at something new, and some day I will succeed. But I shan't give up. I'll can what salmon we catch and then begin all over again next season"
 FtAnd-suppose you don't succeed? Suppose Hil1iard won't carry your"
 tHThen I shall try something else. Maybe shall go to mining again don't know. Anyhow, she would not let me grow dlsheartened if she were here She wouldn't let me quit She isn't that sort.'
 Cherry MaIotte stirred and shifted her gaze uncertainty to the gleaming bay Abreast of them the fleet of fishing boats were drifting with the tide. In the distance others were dot ted clear away to where the opal ocean lay. A tug was passing, and ,. kK>.- in it's tow, while the faint echo of song came swafting to her ears. She stood 50 for a long moment, fighting manfu1Iy with herself, then wheeled upon him suddenly. There was new tone in her voice as she said:
 eff you will let me have one of your launches may be able to help you"
 'sHow?'' he demanded quickly.
 ssNever mind how. It's long chance and hardly worth trying, but-may take the boat2''
 Certainly" said he. There's one lying at the dock.'
 He led her to the shore and saw her aboard, then waved goodby and walked moodily back to the office, grat- filed that she should try to help him, yet certain that she could not succeed where he and George had failed.
 t'FingerIess'' Fraser had breakfasted Iates as was his luxurious custom. and shortly before noon. fn the course of his dissatisfied meanderings, he found his friend in the office, lost in somber thought It was the first time in many weeks that he had seen this mood in Boyd. and after a fruitless effort to make him talk he fell into his old habit of imaginary reading, droning I,{-, e page:
 :" Your stay among us has not been very pleasant, has it2' MT. Emerson inquired.
 '' Not so that you could notice it, replied our hero. T don't like fish. and never did.'
 That is the result of prejudice; the fish is noble animal MT. Elmer son declared.
 He's not an animal at aIl,' our hero gently corrected. He's a biped-a reg ular wild biped, without either love of home or affection for his children. The salmon is of a low order of intelligence and has a Queen Anne slant to his roof No person with a refreating fore head like that knows very much. The only other member of the animal king dom that is as foolish as the salmon is Alton Clyde. The fish has got shade the best of it over him, but as for friendship and the gentler emotions why. the salmon hasn't got them at all. The only thing he's got is million eggs and a sense of direction. If he one egg a year. like hen, and thus live for million years. But does he? Not on your Saronyl He's speadthrfft and turns his eggs loose a hatful at a time. He's worse than 8 shotgun. And then, too. he's as clan nish as a Harvard graduate and don't associate with nobody out of his own set. No, siri Give me a warm blooded animal that suckIes it's young. I'll take . farmer every time.'
 These are points had never con sidered.' said MT. Emerson. but every business has its drawbacks, you'll agree. If I have failed as a host, what can I do to entertain you while you grace our midst7'
 C You can do most anything,' re- marked his handsome companion. You can climb tree or do anything except fish all the time.'
 " But 1t is dark night without, and fear some mischief is afoot-'
 :. True! But wonder beautcheous ] geP '
 Reused by the familiarity of these lines. Emerson looked up from his pre- occupation and smiled at Fraser's seri- ous pantomime.
 'sWhat about that 'beautcheous gel' S<nd the mischief that is afoot?''
 sOh, heard all about your trouble just left the pesthouse."
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 1.-The pesthouse- -Clyde's joint. Ain't he a calarnity?' ?''
 .In what wayg' "Weli. I like silence and quietude. | I'm fool about my quiet. but Clyde ] He paused as if in search for suit a hIo nxnrnsSfou trTVo1T xub ar, ax,o4. r |