The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1914-08-30

friend Uncle Sam to fish wherever
please. So rest easy"
So it was that at S o'clock in the
morning we crept softly down the hal
and started of in the dim light of the
hill-impeded dawn, seeking whales In
the private fishing preserves of the pres
ident Of the Commercial Exchange
Trust Company of the North. 1t was
a stimulating morning. and we reeled of
the ten miles in just two hours and ten
minutes.
by Jove, Billie" said I, as we came
in sight of the lake, we've forgotten
our tsckle"
Il haven't" said Rawson. I've got
all we need right here"
He tapped his hip pocket as he spoke.
when l go after whales of this par
ticular sort" he added. Il always use
this particular kind of rod and reel"
With this he took a wicked looking
six-shooter from his pocket and made
sure that il was loaded.
The sun was we'll up over the crest of
Mount Pinckney, back of Lake Sparkle,
when Rawson and l emerged from the
narrow mountain path into the little
clearing in the midst of which, Barn
stables retreat stood. The Camp, So
called, was a comfortable combination
of rustic simplicity and luxury. As
Rawson and l drew near to the spacious
of the retreat, we were con-
fronted by tall, cadaverous-loolIing fel-
low who greeted us not any too cor
daily.
What are you doing around here?"
he demanded brusquely. blocking our
progress with his six feet OF height and
four-fathom depth of scowl.
Breathing just at present" said Raw
son, a little too frivolously, thought,
the arctic demeanor of the
other. And mighty agreeable exer-
Use it is. The air is so fresh" he add
I'd, suavely, inhaling deeply.
"Yes," retorted the lion in our path,
1 dull red flush tinting his sallow cheek
and his eyes narrowing to Sits. The
air is fresh. but it isn't quite as fresh
IS some other things l might mention.
Perhaps you don't know it, sir, but the
air up here isn't free"
The man spoke with a steely deter
nination that made me feel like bidding
lin an eternal farewell and retracing
ny steps without further parley. But if
he man was steel, Rawson himself was
Ldamant.
Il have no permit" he said calmly
ooking about him." and of course
will leave when the time comes, but I'd
ike to have a look around first"
That is impossible" said the other.
We'll, then, said Rawsoa, cant we
lave a FIVE minutes chat-you and I to-
ether? You have some fairly COM
chairs on your veranda
here, and I'm tired. I'd like to sample |
I'm, It's some climb up here from the
Northern Pine"
Now look here, my friend" said the
ther, taking a menacing step forward. |
you needn't think that because you are
wo to one YOU can bluff me. l don't
ant any trouble with you or with any
ody else, but l am in charge here and
obody under heaven can beat his way
yer Mr. Barnstable's private properN
| defiance of his orders to me while
am on that particular job"
But, my dear fellow" protested
awson, you are the cashier of the Air
rust, are you mott"
Il don't care tor any more fresh nom
snse on that subject. You go-do you
carr" retorted the other angrily, his
it eyes flashing fire and his forefnger
ointing sternly down the path up which
e had just climbed.
Eyes, l hear" said Rawson meekly.
IN not deaf And, of course, if you
e not the cashier of the Air Trust, ;
by you aren't-but l am sure you are, I
: have been, cashier of something" he
ided quickly, "a trust company, or a T
lurch, or possibly a Wheat National I
ank or" S
The mans face grew ashen white as
awson spoke. 5
in fact, Mr.. Daubigny," Rawson con- {
lued, his voice growing hard and me- 6
lie, Il really think you are trifie too b
hospitable. Wouldn't we really better a
down on the veranda for few min d
es and talk things over?" a
Daub-D-D-Daubigny?" stammer- t
the other, his lips white and CULVER h
g. "Whuh-whuh-why do you call me h
aubigny?"
Because, my good sir" said Rawson
avely, because it happens to be your e
me. Perhaps you have forgotten it, d
:, but your name is Charles NJ. Dau- n
yny, formerly cashier of the Wheat y
ational Bank, of the city of New h
ork, wanted for three years past for the
of $4,000 of the banks b
nds and securities. 1 really think, Mr.. I,
lubigny, that we'd better take this n