Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1910-11-10

ed rs Willis Marsh's headquarters, and
iIoyd's path necessarily took him past
his cneniys very stronghold. Finding
the tide too high to permit of passing
beneath the dock. he turned up among
the buildings, where, to bis surprise, he
encountered his own day foreman talk
ing earnestly with stranger
The fisherman started guilty.
What are you doing here. Larsen p
asked Hoyd.
81 just walked Up after supper TO
have n talk with an old mate
who is he:"
Hes Mr.. Marshs foreman"
Emerson spoke out bluntly: See
here. | don't like this. These people
have caused me lot of trouble al
ready, and | don't want my men hapg-
Ing around here"
"Oh. that's all right" said Larsen
carelessly. Him and me used to fish
together" And as If this were suni-
cient explanation he turned back to his
onny nrsation. leaving Emerson to pro
cerd on his way.
lie found Cherry at home and, fling
ing himself into one of her easy chairs,
relieved his mind Of the days occur
rences.
Marsh is building those traps pure
ly out of spite. she declared indig-
nantly when he had finished. He
doesn't need any more tish--he has
plenty OF traps farther up the river"
ITO be sure. 1t looks as if we might
have to depend upon the gill METERS"
I'VE will know before long. If the
fish strike in where George expects
Marsh will be out a pretty penny"
And if they don't strike in where
George expects we will be out all the
expense of building that trap"
Exactly! It's a fascinating bust
ness, isn't It? It's business in which
the unexpected is forever happening
But the stakes are high. and-l know
you will succeed BY the way" she
continued. ''have you heard the his.
toric story about the pink salmon"
He shook his head.
well, there was a certain shrewd
old cannery man in Washington state
whose catch consisted almost wholly
OF pink fish. AS you know, that varie-
ty does not bring as high a 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 lot of striking can
labels, which read. Best Grade Pink
Salmon, Warranted Not to Turn Red
in the Can They tell me it worked
like a charm"
"No wonder" Boyd laughed.
Il wish were a man." she went on.
I'D like TO engage in business of this
sort. something that would require IN
renuty and daring. I'll like to handle
big affairs"
There is your copper mine. You
surely handled that very cleverly."
Cherry's expression altered. and she
Ihot quick glance at him as he went
IN.
How Is it coming along, by the
way? l haven't heard you mention i;
lately"
VERY well, ! believe. The men were
down the other day and told me it
was a big thing"
"I'm delighted. How does it seem
to be rich"
81 hardly know. Rich! 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"
Not all Of them-not the real. won.
derful Dreams" she returned
"Oh. yes! My dream is coming true.
and so is yours"
II have given up hoping for that"
she said. without turning.
"But you shouldn't give mp. Remem-
Der that all the great things ever ac-
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.
While they had talked an unaccus.
toned excitement had been mounting
In his brain. and it held him now in n
kind Of delicious embarrassment. 1t
was as If both had been suddenly en-
folded IN new and mysterious un:
Outstanding without the need of
speech. lie did not tell himself that
Cherry loved him, but he reused to
fresh perception Of her beauty and felt
himself privileged in her nearness.
1t may have been the unusual ardor
Of his gaze that warmed her cheeks
and brought her eyes back from the
world outside. At any rate, she turned.
flashing him startled glance that
caused his pulse to leap anew. Rising
silently. she went past him TO the
piano. Never before had she surprised
that look in his eyes and at the reali-
zation wave of confusion 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. Mt this mo-
ment he was hers, and in the joy Of
that certainty she let the moments slip.
They heard child crying some
where In the rear of the house and
voice soothing: then in
the Indian girl appeared in
the doorway. saying something about