The Daytona daily news. [volume] (Daytona, Fla.) 1903-1926, 1912-03-22
Ions Catch

Copyright. 1911. by Associated Literary Pressl
Lon Herrick was up In the hills
trapping that week. Therefore It
CHANGED that out of the whole COM
munity at Three Cheers he was the
sole male absent when Mrs. Buss ar
rived. She came without warning,
even as q stray cat. and had settled
herself in the ingienook Of Three
Cheers heartsome hearth by the time
Lon came back.
"She's a fine specimen Of woman.
Lonnie," said Noonan tentatively, yet
with sort OF submerged enthusiasm.
| About thirty-eight. maybe"
! what did she come after? asked
| Lonnie, who was a sober and eau
4 tious individual.
ITO make a living, same as the
rest of US. She's opened up a sort OF
home bakery"
Its the first hook they put into
u.s." said Lonnie. rs she fat?"
"She's what an onlooker might
call nicely distributed" said Noonan.
blithely.
1t happened that Lonnie was
! away most of the hunting season, and
only came into camp at intervals. In
the spring, when the water burst the
ice on the rivers, he came home, and
the long wait had only made Mrs.
Buss more Indifferent to his ex-
istence.
rs that him?' she asked, when
Noonan pointed him out. stalking
leisurely up the main street OF Three
Cheers. his old coonskin cap, with its
/, dangling tail, hiding his face from
''The poor fellow"
"And why do you call him that, Mrs
Buss?" Queried Dan. tenderly. Hes
a fine figure of a man"
I'm thinking what a lonely life 1t
is he leads" said Mrs. Buss. And
dangerous, too, no doubt"
The lumber trade is more 50. I've
been shaking hands with death all
winter long and no body to sympa,
thize with me-"
Go long. you artful creature, !"
laughed back Mrs. Buss, merrily.
you haven't missed a day coming
down here. Go tell Lon Herrick
want to see him"
he won't come"
" TRY him"
i Dan carried the message and
) brought back the answer dutifully. II
y was simple and withal uncompromis
ing.
O "He says he does his own cooking.
Mrs Buss' lips set firmly and then
parted in a laugh. And her answer
. was enigmatical
"He doesn't know me-" she said.
where do the trappers and hunters
around these parts sell their pelts ?
n There's a fellow comes through
n about this time and buys them up
e from Laramie. l can get his name 1
if you want it."
q Get it." said Mrs. Buss
n About a week later Three Cheers
IS was startled to find an announcement
! in Mrs. Buss' window. 1t stated tina
>, therein was the agency for Barclay
i Burden, furriers, of Laramie, followed
by a tempting list of prices for pelts
II Lon considered the situation from
all points. 1t looked strategic I,
III him, and yet he was a modest man
Ia and knew not the limit of a woman
I'd patience. Several times he sprea,
lie out his seasons catch and locke,
b. them over-deer, bear, fox, wolf, OF
ter and coon skins. He resented Mrs
3 Buss' assumption of authority. 1t ha
i been part of the yearly excitement
the visit of the buyer to his cabin, an
the swapping of stories over the sale
Yet the second week after the sign al
H. peared in the bakery window he wen
n, down to the camp bearing his cate
n with him and look of resignation.
He had purposely chosen midaftel
IN noon for his visit. The other me
,u would be up in the timber then. H
Is wanted as few witnesses as possibl,
Come right in" called Mrs. Bus
., cheerily, as his long shadow fe
across her threshold. She lifted
=" smiling, contented face from her kni
y ting. why, hello, Lonnie," she salt
or Got pretty good catch there, hav,
nj MT you?"
Sc Lon said nothing, but he droppe
of the pelts.
NJ Shut the door DEAR" added Mr.
Buss. And don't get nervous. Il
OIL not going to hector you a bit. S
at down and talk"
or Hadn't we better look the pei
IL over firSt?" asked Lon bewilderedl
- Plenty of time 1 only took II
agency so as to make sure you'd hay
-, to come here to see me- The day
lo' got here, and found out you wei
ne away, Just switched round ar
les changed my name and went to wor
Lonnie, don't You get lonesome?"
an, Il do my cooking" LonHie starte
st. to explain. then out of the corner
nth his eye he caught a glimpse of IL
nh table with its freshly baked pies al
nv cakes, and huge loaves of viii
bread
Not this kind. Mostly corn cak
H. and bacon"
- You could go hunting in the Sc
70 son. began Mrs. Herrick, late Bus
ar She glanced up met Ions eyes. al
BILE blushed slowly You ought to
ashamed of yourself to make me q
DR.. all the traps. Why don't you say SON
sit thing?"