The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-11-12


 fled to a tree 1n the woods for the nlsa of his life than live on Ftfth avenue. The 1umbertacks and the guides here abouts think a lot of him. Now you'd best saddle I.Aura-tha1ss the big EEay mare you'll find in the near stall of the stable and go right or. Thenen bs moon when the storm blows ifseaf out
 By the help of the lantern saddled Laura and stumbled away 41sO the dark and the wind. For the chlee part of the way had to lead the mare. and the dawn was gray 1n the open pIaces before reached the deserted tanlbeH camp, and all the time my mind was busy with memories Of November. Boy though he had been when knew him his personality had Impressed 1e8slf upon me by reason of certain atle- quate quietness with which he fuldIIed the duties, many and disagresable. which bearded old Tom Todd took a delight in laying upon bis young saoul- dera.
 I remembered, too, the expression of humor and mOcktng tolerance which used to invade the boy's 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 aesfred to guide me and of which he stated that the shores had never been trodden by white mans foot Joe had to cover hfs mouth with his hand. When we were alone, Todd having departed to make some necessary repairs to the canoe, asked Joe what he meant by laughing at his elders
 ssI suppose a boys foot a1n't mans anyways" remarked Joe innocentIy. and more he would not say.
 The sun was showing over the tree tops when drew rein by the door of the shack. and at the same moment came in view of the slim but power full figure of a young man who was busy rolling some gear into a pack. He raised himself and, just as was about to speak, drawIed out:
 'tMy! MT. Quar1tch, you! Who'd q thought t2''
 The young woodsman came forward with a lazy stride and gave me vel come with curious gentleness that was one of his characteristics, but which left me in doubt S to its seni- ality.
 feel that I shall never be able to describe November. Suffice if to say that the loose knit boy remembered 00E0lODS9u specimens of manhood that ever grew up among the baIsam trees; near six feet tall, 1.-the and powerful, with q neck like column and straight fea- tnred face, the sheer good looks of this son of the woods were disturbing. He was clearly also not only the product but the master of his environment
 ttWell, well, MT. Quaritch, many's the time I've been thinking of the days we had with old Tom way up on the Roust1k''
 ..Tbey were good days. Toe. weren't theyf''
 .sure, sure, they werer'
 q hope we shall have some moro together"
 AIf ft,s hunting you want, I'm giad you're here, Mir Quaritca. There's fine buck using around by Widdeney pond Maybe we will get a look at him come sunset, for he most always moves out of the thick bush aDout dark, Then hunor lit a spark h his splendid gray eyes as he locked up at me. -tBut wen have a cup e tea first
 November Joe's Cby the way, ought to mention that his birth in the month of November had given him his nauaa9, aS say, NOtG&4 JOG HCdAdgsss for tea had in the old days been a target upon which had often eEee- cised my faculty for irony and banter The weakness was evidently still alive.
 "I had hoped to have hunt with you, November said I. Indeed, thas is what came for, and there's nothing I'd like better than to try for your red deer buck tonight, but while I was at Harding's there was ringup on the phone, and the provincial police sent through a message for you. It appears that a man named Henry Lyon has been shot in his camp at Big Tree portage A lumberman found him and phoned the news fnto Quebec The chief of police wants you to take ol5 the case. He told me to say that suc- cess would mean S50.''
 .aThatss too bad.s said Joe. +Td sooner hunt a deer than a man any day. Nal $ a fellow feel less badllze when he comes up with him. Wen. Mir ouaritch, must be getting oM. but you'll be wanting another guide. There's Charley Paul. down to St Arnie1s
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