The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1916-02-03
Pl DGI7'
is Ian U
BY HAROLD MAcGRATH
Copyright by Frank A. Munsey Co.
Copyright by Frank A. Munsey Co.

'Brave.' She was sorry now.
"Ner me, neither" put in Uncle Billy.
81 never see a bass fight harder Y
longer. She's got yourn. Mr.. Gram
ford tn one y lost two year ago.
thought at first you'd hooked i'm. But
that's him."
81 have a plan" Crawford said. "I'n
tell you what 1t will be like flying in
1.-THE face of Providence to fish any more
Eoday. After lunch We'll take Il jaunt
lyer to Kingston and prowl about for
Melons. We can come back by the way
of the canal and pot Il duck, maybe Il
teal or two"
"Kingston?"
She sprany up. animated, the vital
reason tor her being here at all coming
to life again. Good. I've been want
ing to see the quaint Old town. How
long VIII it take us?'
HALF an hour"
And can | bring back pair of shoe
strinys:''
Surely; Uncle Sam will not mind
that"
Crawford laughed then grew sober.
What would she say when she learn
ed his despicable business: Very soon
he would have to tell her--would have
to tell her, for the simple reason that a
man ought to have no secrets from the
woman who is to be his wife.
4 great flame seemed burning in his
heart-primordial, had he but known
ito fend off the world from her, to
battle for her, to conquer something for
her. Diana Wynne 1t might or might
not be her name.
No matter. He had his own name.
and he could give her that. And the
marvel OF it all was, ten days ago he
had not known Of her existence.
After lunch Lester carefully wrapped
the big fish in the napkins, piled the
excess luggage into his boat and. with
cheerful wave of his hat, set off for
home.
Billy's boat was larger. Crawford
sat with his back to the old guide and
never looked ut anything but the girls
exquisite face; talked without being
able to recollect one word of the con-
versation, heard the sound of his voice
detachedly, as if it belonged to some
one else.
z! This one day." thought she, 'I'm 60
ing to forget everything and lust he
happy"
land fortnight ago ! didn't know
her. thought he.
At a quarter to 3 the Navarro bumped
into the jetty, and the two young peo-
pie jumped ashore.
I'VE shan't be gone more than an
hour. Billy" said Crawford. Get a
crate OF melons, If you can find any
good ones. Crawford ana Miss Wynne
proceeded up the main street.
How quiet these inland towns are"
the girl said. People 90 about easily
no rush. no hurry, as ii some one
was always trying to get somewhere
before some one else. Some day I'm
going to bury myself in small village
ana never go away again."
"How about winter, when"-
He stopped abruptly, his gaze leveled
across the street.
udL Is IL! she asked.
"A man l think | know just entered
the hotel over the way. Will you please
stand here for a moment? | wouldn't
miss seeing him for anything in this
world" grimly.
60, by all means. You will find
me i'll the bookshop next door here"
Crawford ran swiftly to the hotel
Inc man was nowhere in sight. The
bar also was deserted.
Crawford sought the billiard room to
nnu only Il sleepy attendant.
lie mad seen Smead rise from the
Veranua chair and hobble into the no.
tel. And what was Smead doing IN
here:
He swung on his heel and made for
the boolshop.
Smeau He was sure of it,
The owner of the dark eyes stroked
a SCARED chin, rose and stro,led info
the bar from behind which a big man
III gray hannels was just emerging, his
lace Writhed in grimace of pain.
old friend OF mine, eh? Oh. there
y wa "a e. ACol. w mere u lOOl srOv
"BookShop over the way"
smead limped out to the elevator and
the two Of them went up to the
formers room
you've done it. now. al right"
snarleu Don. He would have been as
hllhd as an owl. He was just peace
1ully fishing, and now the sight of
you mas put Il bee In his bonnet. This
Ism the Kind OF u health resort for
your style. and he'll realize it and
watch ANA prN and nose about till he
stuhpleS upon something's I'm going
over ON tomorroW's boat with tagin."
mere was IL woman with him."
rumb!ed SmeAd.
did you see her face?"
No. What are you going to do?"
PUT Crawford where he will not
bother any one. Oh, | shan't hurt
him; just hide him till we are out of