The Winslow mail., 1913-05-24
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bait few high in the air above he
head
'Oh, isn't that too bad!" size eA
claimed, disappointment shadowine
her pretty face.
when you have hooked a fish OF
man." he began quietly, "and either
shows disposition to plunge. give q
little line. Keep a taut but not toe
resisting hold. When the fury Of the
plunge is over, reel in cautiously. II
you do this, the man or the fish will
always come back captive
Il never have had occasion to need
your advice" she said simply.
y see you are novice at-fshing. y
he said, patronizingly.
She colored.
Il haven't found it necessary, or de,
sirable, sir. to become overly prof.
cient!" proudly.
But your husband" he said, as he
threw out his line, may prove"
Pardon me-" She spoke haughtily.
my husband. should l ever have one,
will not be the sort that will need to
be called back. lie
"Of course not" he said in concili-
atory voice. "They never are-until
after marriage"
He was struggling now with a gamy
Oswego, which he landed finally by
jumping from the boat and skimming
it in on the sandy beach.
AS he did so, rough fellow with
nondescript slouch hat pulled SCOOP
shovel fashion over his face and
dressed in the typical native style,
3prang from behind clump of bushes
and bawled:
Il thought so. Col darn ye, you're
under arrest"
The mayor looked at this new GUS
todian with growing interest. The feL
low was long and lank 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 not too
discriminating politician during a hot
campaign.
What's the charge, officer?" 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
''That there fishin' tackle o. yourn
has got gang hooks on it, which is
agin the law. You'll haf t. come with
me, mister"
The mayor whistled.
Got copy of the law with your"
he asked, with careful show of re-
spect.
The warden plunged into his coat
pocket and brought forth paper-cov
cred booklet, distributing on the wind
as he did so f1ecks of tobacco, matches
and silver foil.
"Here 'tis," he grunted. triumphant
ly. Right there-section Z. 'Ffshin
in Season." pointing with grimy
thumb.
Bedight read the section in ques
ton.
"All right, officer; guess I'll have
to CO." he agreed, good-naturedly, 9
happy thought gripping him enticf
ingly.
The girl in the boat screamed
Don't you dare go away. If you
10, Tll-we'll send that bill to Og-
sian!''
The mayor groaned
Come ont" ordered the warden i'm
patiently. II amt got no time to be
argin' with skirts. You've violated
the law an 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 disconnected na-
tive turned a somersault in midair,
broke for the boat. Seeing his evident
intent, Miss Andrews encouraged the
leap, but alas for human precisioni
In his rush he struck the gunwale.
there was clatter, scream and the
next instant Miss Andrews found her.
self in seven feet Of water She came
Up with gasp and would have swum
20 safety, for she was athletic, but the
mayor, in the same predicament, came
CALAMITY to the. rescue, carrying her