Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1915-11-03

Lester In from heed g aSRed .
Crawford presently.
"Yestiddy"
Amy one cot him."
Nope. III have him around ut N /
hotel after supper He'll he tickled T
death L row you. He's In luck, Two
good fishermen IN oue season. Hes Ri .
hest guide Up here. Mighty COED o
yon L stick t me all these years. But
J see, it don't make no difference Z
you who rows You know where t go
n how / fish, II when you don't ct
EN- nobuddy does"
Crawford laughed, and instantly it
occurred to him that this was the first
time he had laughed honestly i'll
months.
~ see, Lcster's horned guide
whut lie don't know 'Dout birds n
fish Why, th' game commissioners
could &C t. school with him n iagn a
huh lot Bring la guns
Yes"
Lots O. back duck this year. Tn
ma!iarG amt showed up yet,
who f. the lady you nre rowlng?'
Uncle Billy laid down the spark plug
gently. You'll think I'm stufiin' you,
but I amt, Mr.. Crawford Say. II
like t see you u her in til same boat
on q day when they amt bitin fast
"Oh no. OF with the old love, on
with the new, DO you mean 10 tell
NE that you have at last found wo-
man who knows how TO strike bass?
Guess so, 0n'y woman / ever see
who gifts IN out at Pldsin- An when
/ she strikes EN- she amt maxim no eff
+ fort t his en- down { Oswego."
/ Crawford shouted. Billy. you're good
! for my soul"
/ An you're good fer sore eyes, Mt,
/ Crawford. Fished you when 3 wore
short pants Your paw was some fish
erman l tell you
/ He was a good man to his son,
! Billy"
Crawford stepped away from the gas
cline tank and reached under his rain
coat for his pipe, He sat down Oh a
soap box at Uncle Bills side and
smoked for awhile in silence.
What's she look like"
Ohio mimickcd Uncle Billy. Il
thought "a he askin' that. Well,
don't Ilaov wbut you'd call Der, seem
5 you've seen nil kinds o. purity womiI
in your gaddins. She amt more 4
twenty-five. Her names Wyune. Al
there : ne. Nobuddy knows nuthin
more-where she comes from, who 'eI
folks be, N ali that She's stayin on
at til farm. She amt one o them sas
siety folks, cause she amt got ne Tugs
Jes' s easy I cit along with S You
are Why. say, / fshed man II
June who let his sinker rest on hot
tom all th' time, an cussed me 'caus,
we didn't git 40 bass fer shore dinner
Honest"
is she pretty"
Ohio" Uncle Billy cooked his bat
tered haymaker's straw hat over hi
eye. What you call purity diplo
maticallF,
Crawford smiled up into the sun bit
ten. wind bitten face, "WeH?"
Tap-tap!
Crawford stood up, while Uncle Bill,
reached hurriedly for the waste. wip
ing his hands on it thoroughly, with
finishing serape along the sides Of hi
grease stained. paint stained jumpers
The latch clicked, the rear door open
ed and young woman entered.
Her raincoat sparkled and flashed
tendrils Of rain drenched hair strae
gled down her cheeks from under a
ordinary sou wester. her heavy tan
oozed from lace to sole and dlmluu
tive rainstorm pattered down from tn
hem of the coat.
You. Miss Wynne. in all this rain7
gasped Uncle Billy,
Game in for the mail and some
thing to read oh, beg your pardon.
Cranford's pipe. with its smoldern
coal. went into a pocket; his hat Of
his head.
A Diana, adaptive 70 the mode.
health and beauty were written in e'
The Rear Door Opened ard Youn
Woman Entered.
cry line of her face. With hint Of d.
tinction and breeding in the calm. VI
troubled eyes.
This Is Mr.. Crawford I was telIl
you bout, Miss Wynne" Uncle Billy
wave of the hand was meant for q
introduction.
That Crawford and the young won
an might he at the poles socially III