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

fantan. seem to bring misfortune
upon every one connected with me,
don't ?" he added I'm afraid I'm =
! poor sort"
How boylsh he was. the girl thought
tendcrly. yet how splendidly brave he
had been throughout the fight! There
! was volccless, maternal yearning in
her heart as she asked him gravely:
'1f you fail now II will mcnn-the
end OF everything, will It not?"
YES" lie squared his tired shout.
ders. But am not beaten yet. You
taught me never to give up Cherry.
, IF | have TO go bnck home without a
catch and see billiard take this plant
over why-fll begin once more Mt
something new, and some day will
succeed. But I shan't give up. III
can what salmon we catch and then
| begin all over again next season."
"And-supposc you don't succeed?
Suppose billiard won't carry you?"
"1'hen | shall try something else.
Maybe shall 80 to mining again. l
don't know. Anyhow. she would not
lct me grow dlshenrtened IL she we're
here. She wouldn't let me quit. She
! isn't that SORT"
Cherry Malcttc stirred and shifted
hcr gaze uncertainty to the cleaning
bay. Abreast Of them the feet Of
fishing boats were drifting with the
tide. In the distance others were dot
ted clear away to where the opal
ocean lay. \ tug was passing. and
She saw the sun fash from the cargo
In its tow, while the faint echo Of
song came waiting to her ears. She
stood so for n long moment. fighting
manfully with herself then wheeled
upon him suddenly. There was new
tone In her voice as she said
"If you will let me have one of your
/ launches may be able to help you"
How he demanded quickly.
Never mind how. It's long chance
and hardly worth trying. but-may I
nike the boat:"
"Ceriainly." said he There's one
wing at the dock"
lie led her to the shore and saw
her aboard. then waved goodby and
walked moOdily back to the office. graf.
fled that she should try to help him.
yet certain that she could not succeed
where he and George had failed.
"Fingerless" Fraser had brenkfasted
late. as was his luxurious custom, and
shortly before noon. in the course Of
his dissatisfied meander!nss, he found
his friend IN the office, lost in somber
thought. 1t 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
tway to himself as if from a printed
page:
Your stay among us has not been
very pleasant has it, Mr.. Emerson
inquired.
"'Not so that you could notice it,
replied our hero. don't like fish, and
] never did
"'That is the result Of prejudice:
the fish Is noble animal MIR. Emer.
son declared.
Hes not an animal at all, our hero
gently corrected. Hes biped--a reg
ular wild biped, without either love of
home or affection for his children. The
salmon Is of Il low order Of Intelligence
and has a Queen Anne slant to his
roof. No person with retreuting fore
head like that knows very much. The
only other member of the animal king
dom that is as foolish rs the salmon is
Alton Clyde. The fish has got q shade
the best of it over him, but as for
friendship and the gentler emotions
why, the salmon hasn't got them ut
all. The only thing he's got is n million
eggs and sense of direction. II he
had spark Of intelligence he'd lay
one egg year. like a hen, and thus
live for . million years. But does
he? Not on your Sarony! He's
spendthrift and turns his eggs loose a
hatfu at n time He's worse than
shotgun. And then. too, he's as clan.
nish as II Harvard graduate and don't
associate with nobody out of his own
set. No. sir. Gave me a warm blooded
animal that suckles its young. III take
Il farmer every time
"'These are points had never con.
sidered. said Mr.. Emerson. but every
business has its drawbacks. you'll
agree. If have failed as Il host. what
can l do to entertain you while you
grace our midst?
"'You can do most anything re-
marked his handsome compani.n.
You can climb tree or do anything
except fish all the time
But 1t is n dark night without. and
fear some mischief Is afOOt.'
"'rrue. But yonder beautcheous
gel -
Reused by the familiarity of these
lines, Emerson looked up from his pre-
occupation and smiled at I'raser's seri-
Gus pnntonime
What about that 'bcautcheOus gel
and the mischief that is afoot?"
"Oh. | heard all about your trouble.
just left the pesthouse."
THE what?"
"The pcsthouse--Clyde's Joint. Amt
he cnlamity?'
"ln what way|'
well. like silence and quletude.
I'm fool about my quiet. but Clyde
He paused MS II in search for suit
able expression. "Well. whenever
try to say anything he interrupts me-"
After another pause he went on: He's
dead sore on this place. too. and
whlnes around like litter Of pups. He