Bisbee daily review., 1912-11-17

 boat. Tae fisherlady sQuesfed with delight-but the fish. seeing his tor. mentors. made a desperate break for liberty, The woman, gripping the rod firmly, resisted the attack. whersat tue hook tore loose and the dangling bait flew high in the air above her neadl
 "oh. isn't that too badi" she ex- claimed, disappointment shadowing her pretty face.
 When you have hooked a fish or a man." he began quietly. and either shows a disposition to plunge. give little line. Keep a taut but not too resisting hold. When the fury of the plunge is over. reel in cautiously. If you do this, the man or the fish will always come back~captive."
 T never have had occasion to need your advice" she said simply.
 T see you are Q novice at-hshing." he said. patronizingly
 She colored.
 T haven't found 1t necessary, or de sirable, sir, to become overly prof. cient." proudly.
 But your busband--" he said, as he threw out his line. ''may prove"
 Pardon me" She spoke haughtily. My husband. should ever have one. will not be the sort that will need to be called back. He-"
 "Of course not" he said in a concili- atory voice. They never are-until after marriage"
 He was struggling now with a gamy Osvego, which he landed finally by jumping from the boat and skimming 1t in on the sandy beach. As he did so, a rough fellow with 3 nondescript slouch hat pulled scoop shovel fashion over his face and dressed in the typical native style. sprapg from behind a clump of bushes and baWled:
 T thought so. Col darn ye. you're under arrest"
 The mayor looked at this new GUS. todisn with growing interest. The fel- low was lonS and lsnk and weather. beaten. The type was recognizable at first glance. Undoubtedly he was the local game warden, a shiftless ne'er-do-well, appointed by a not too discriminating politician during a hot campaign.
 What's the charge, oficer?" asked Bedight, unlocking the fish and stand, Ing over it as it Topped upon the sand The warden, swelling with impor, tance. cleared his throat for action.
 "Tbat there fishin' tackle O yourn has got gang hooks on it. which is agin the law. You1l hat t come with me. mister"
 The mayor whistled.
 "Got a copy of the law with you?" he asked, with a careful show of re- spect.
 The warden plunged into his coat pocket and brought forth a paper-coy- cred booklet, distributing on the wind as he did so fiecks of tobacco, matches and silver foil.
 Here 'tis," he grunted, triumphant. ly. Right Intersection [, 'Fishin' in Season." pointing with grlmy thumb.
 Bedight read the section in ques- ton.
 "All right, officer; I guess I'll have to go," he agreed, good-naturedly, a happy thought gripping him entic. ingly.
 The girl in the boat screamed.
 Don't you dare go away If you do, I'll-we1l send that bill to Os. siam"
 The mayor groaned.
 Come onl" ordered the warden i'm. patiently. T ain't got no time to be argin' with skirts. You've violated the law an I reckon you'll haf to pay tn fiddler"
 Bedight reached to the beach as if to pick up his fish. Instead, he reached six inches farther, took quick, strong hold on the bottom of one leg of the warden's trousers. gave a mighty tug upward and, as the disconcerted na- tive turned a somersault in midair. broke for the boat. Seeing his evident intent. Miss Andrews encouraged the leap. but alas for human precisionl Tn his rush he struck the gunwale, there was clatter. a scream and the next instant Miss Andrews found her self in seven feet of water. She came up with a gasp and would have swum 10 safety. for she was athletic. but the mayor, in the same predicament, came saliantly to the rescue, carrying her