The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-11-26
"My husband W ont be home tonigL


he's gone into st. George. No, ! hav
no one to send. But how can L? Their
is no one here but me and the chil
dren Well. there's Mr.. Quaritch, i
sport. staying the night. No, couldn'
ask him."
"Why not?' inquired.
Mrs. Harding shook her head as she
stood still holding the receiver. Sht
was a matron of distinct comeliness
and she cooked amazingly well.
you can ask me anything" l urged
"They want some one to carry a
message to November joe" she ex
plained. Its the provincial police on
the phone.'
"I'll 60"
Joe made me promise not to send
any sports after him." she said doubt.
fully "They all want him now he's
famous
But November Joe is rather friend
of mine. hunted with him years ago
when he lived on the Montmorency."
''1s that SOP Her face relaxed a
"Of course III carry the message
"It's quite a way to his place. No
yernber doesn't care about strangers
He's Il solitary man. You must follow
the tote road you We're on today tif-
teen miles. turn west at the deserted
lumber camp. cross Charley's brook
Joe lives about two acres up the far
bank" She lifted the receiver. "Shall
I say you'll go?"
"By all means"
A few seconds later was at the
phone taking my instructions. 1t ap
peared that the speaker was the chief
of police in Quebec, who was of course
we'll known to me- l will let you have
his own words.
Every good of you, I'm sure. Mr.
Quaritch. Yes. we want November
Joe to be told that a man named
Henry Lyon has been shot in, his camp
down at Big Tree portage, on Depot
river. The news came in just now
telephoned through by lumberjack
who found the. body. Tell Joe, please,
success means $50 to him Yes. that's
ALL Much obliged. Yes. the sooner
he hears about it the better. Good
night
hung ur the receiver, turned to
Mrs. Hardinm and told her the facts
$50 Novem Der is connected with DO
lice work now"
"Didn't You read in the newspapers
about the Long Island Murder?"
remembered the case at once: it
mad been a nine days wonder Of head
line and comment. and now l won
dered how it was that l missed the
mention Of Joe's name.
November was the man who put to
gcther that puzzle for them down in
New York." Mrs. Harding went on
Ever since they have been wanting
him to work for them. They offered
him 500 month to go to New York
and take on detective jobs there"
"Ah, and what had he to say to
lhatY''
Said he wouldn't leave the woods
for thousand"
"Well!"
'"rhey offered him the thousand"
"With what result?"
"He started out in the night for his
shack. Came in here as he passed and
told my husband he would rather be
tied to tree in the woods for the rest
OF his life than live on Fifth avenue.
The ]umberjacks and the guides here
abouts think lot of him. Now you'd
best saddle Laura-that's the big gray
mare you'll find in the near stall of the
stable-and go right off. There'll be
moon when the storm blows itself out"
BY the help of the lantern | saddled
Laura and stumbled away into the
dark and the wind. For the chief part
of the way had to lead the mare and
the dawn was gray in the open places
before | reached the deserted lumber
camp. and all the time my mind was
busy with memories of November. Boy
though he had been when l knew him.
his personality had impressed itself
quate quietness with which he fulfilled
the duties. many and disagreeable.
which bearded old Tom Todd took Il
delight in laying upon his young shout
ders.
I remembered, too, the expression of
humor and hooking tolerance which
used to invade the boys face whenever
old Tom was overtaken by one of his
habitual fits of talking big. Once
when Tom spoke by the camp fire OF
some lake to which he desired to guide
me and of which he stated that the
shores had never been trodden by
white mans foot Joe had to cover his
mouth with his hand When we We're
alone, Todd having departed to make
some necessary repairs to the canoe,
asked Joe what he meant by laughing
at his elders.
II suppose boys foot amt mans
anyways" remarked Joe innocently,
and more he would not say.
The SIM wac showing over the tree