Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1910-11-07
with the Berrys and Mr.. Marsh"

with the Berrys and Mr.. Marsh"
Marsh
Now 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 plaintiveIy. 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 Of 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, 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
feature about them, to my notion, and
that is the way the Cinnamon smoke.
Those funny crooked pipes and those
little wads of tobacco are too ridicu-
lous." The Iightness of her words
damped his ardor and brought back
the sense OF failure.
81 was down with the fishing feet at
the mouth of the bay this morning
when you came in. / thought I might
see you" he said.
"At that hour? Heavens, I 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
have done:" he inquired.
"Of course said Mildred, bringing
her eyes back to him.
Hesitatingly be 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.
at is too bad. But Mr.. Marsh told
rs all about it before you came. Boyd,
] never thought we'll Of this enter
prise. OF course didn't say anything
against il. you were so enthusiastic,
but you really ought TO try something
big. I am sure you have the ability.
Why. the successful men 1 know at
home have 70 more intelligence than
you, and they haven't half your force.
As for this-weli. think you can ac-
complish more important things than
catching fish,
"Importantr' he cried. why, the
salmon industry is one Of the most i'm
portant on the coast. 1t employs 10000
men in Alaska alone. and they produce
$1O,OOO,OOO every year"
"Oh, let's not go into statistics" said
Mildred lightly; they make my head
ache. What I mean is that fisherman
is nothing likc-an attorney or a 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 laborer!'
az might have slicked up bit" he
acknowledged lsmely. but when you
came l forgot everything else"
81 was drcadfGlly embarrassed when
introduced you 70 the Berrys and the
rest. 1 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 lie felt the rcbuke behind her
careless manner. and it wounded him
deeply. He did not speak, and after
a moment she went on with an abrupt
change Of subject:
80 that funny little house over there
against the hill is where the mystic
rious woman lives?"
"Who?"
Cherry Malotte.'
Yes. IL. cd YOU learn thatf"