Putnam patriot. [volume] (Putnam, Conn.) 1872-1962, 1916-02-11

and hook 'em right from under youi
old mud scow."
"Uh-huh. I've heard 'em say that
before. I'm teiIin' you she can fish
An don't know s want { fish you
now anyhow"
Crawford filed bis pockets with APP
pies
I'm tell you what IN do. iii bet a
box of any cigars in the village that
beat You ont tomorrow,
Fifty cigars against fifty apples u
III go YOU"
Done"
Ten cent straights?''
Two for a quarter if you like. BY.
by! 1t was good to see you again. Bill
". By the way, has any one caught
a four and a half pounaer over IN the
gut at HovSeshoce"
Not that I've heard tell of oh. v
needn't worry. That Of sogger's nosin'
around there yet That's whut comes
o tryiB them newfaugled hooks
He'll 80 five now + some blame pam
prey eel ain't ct him M sidewise But
I'm safin him fer Miss Wynne"
"Pinle,"
That's right: spring one o. them
foreign words on ne 50 5 can't talk
back
Crawford stepped outside into the
rain. The sky promised no letup
There wasn't break anywhere. but
these sudden squalls Of wind and sting
ing sheets of rain he read sailorwise.
Before shutdown the storm would be
gone.
Where had the girl picked up such
,oref Born at sea, so she had said
Perhaps a sailors daughter. But In
that case fresh water would not APP
peal to her. And where had she learn
ed to fish for bass? Wisconsin. Maine,
the Rideau?
The sou wester, the dripping rain
coat. the soaked shoes, We're as vivid
to his understanding as written words.
Here was u girl out of the ordinary,
brave and resoureeful, perhaps com.
panionable. an essential lacking In
nine-tenths of the women he knew.
Wynne.
1t was a good name. but he could not
recolect having heard it episodically.
Some uiii'iiefi,iiie'a daughter, probably,
who did not depend upon others for
her amusements The world was
changing its habits fast
Women carried banners through the
streets. rode airships. successfully can
tered in and out of the stock market
along with their biscuit making. So
tong as the biscuit remained light and
edible what mattered the ballot?
A telegram awaited Crawford at the
hotel desk.
1t was from Warren. in the code
upon which they had long since agreed.
The reading of it did not cause Gran
ford any pleasurabe emotion.
1t announced that his rooms had been
entered and papers scattered about
Much good that would do them.
Still he wired back. See If small
morocco notebook is in secret drawer
ut side of my shaving dresser" Not
enc chance in a million of their STUN
bling upon that drawer.
And yet he was not dealing with or
binary men.
There were other Empire shaving
sressers The little worry grew as the
hours went by. If that notebook was
gone. gone likewise would be his oc-
cupation for within Its covers was the
whole story. from the first to the last
exploit. together with his profits.
Heretofore he had carried it on his
person. but the mysterious riding OF
his luggage in the stateroom S:ossin9
had made him wary. He cared moth.
ing for threats or physical encounters.
and doubtless they knew this. To
speak in the vernacular, they were
after him where he lived.
Once his occupation became known
publicly goodby to many things. No
money In the world would make up fol
what he would lose. He knew his kind
tolerably we'll They would quietly re-
quest him to resign from his clubs.
and presently door after door would
close In his face.
If he stood out In the open as a
hunter of great criminals, a detective,
he would be lauded for his work, writ
ten up In the magazines, celebrated.
But deep In the heart of every trav-