The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1916-05-30
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"SON OF THE WIND"
by Lucia Chamberlain.

CHAPTER w.
That coat o. yourn III haff t
go L tn tailor. TIL rain'll wear
down tn wind. Ever hear a wom-
an talk like that?"
| That's just what I meant, Bill
| ly; we've Just been dreaming.
| I've fished up here, as you say,
20 years, and l never heard any
other woman say so much In so
little. And If you say she knows
the game. that's enough. Born
at sea. Did you hear her say
that"
i Uncle Billy nodded.
IT'S more'n I've Earned tn
hull week. No wonder she amt
afraid o. Pidgin r Charity"
|, Crawford took out his pipe, and
wiped 1t thoroughly inside and
out with a bit of waste.
well, send Lester over to the
hotel after dinner tonight. He'll
find me in the billiard room.'
"All right. I'll see t. Lester"
and tomorrow go out to
Pidgin and hook 'em right from
under your old mud-scow. I'll bet
box of any cigars in the village
I beat you tomorrow"
Fifty cigars against SO apples
n I'll go YOU"
Done"
A telegram awaited Crawford
at the hotel desk. 1t was from
Warren, in the code on which
they had long since agreed. II
announced that his rooms had
been entered and papers scatter
ed about.
He wired back: "See IL small
morocco note book is in secret
drawer at side of my shaving
dresser"
If that note book was gone,
gone likewise would be his occu-
patton; for within its covers was
the whole story. from the first to
the last exploit, together with his
profits. Once his occupation be-
came known publicly, good-by to
many things. He knew his kind
we'll. They would request him to
resign from his clubs, and pres
emily door after door would close
in his face.
| Crawford sat down to dinner
with four other men. two of whom
he knew to he retired business
men who fished these waters
from July to October. The 9TH
er two gentlemen were from down
state. They told how they split
up a months vacation into four
weeks-one in June, one in July,
one in August and one in Sep
tember-which, if the weather
behaved itself, was the finest
time of the year to fish.
! Talk veered to fly-casting
which was practically impossible
in these big waters on account of
the eternal breeze. Some one
had brought In muskalonge
from Mud island. Lots of wall
eyed pike this year.
Apple pie and coffee; then to
the billiard room or off to bed.
Crawford was truly happy.
AT the desk he found a tele-
gram. The little morocco note
book had been safely deposited In
his safety-deposit box at the
bank. He was advised to fish
without worry.
| He strolled out to that end of
the veranda where the guides
foregathered. Presently he saw
Lester coming up the steps.
The young guide was quiet, ed
ucated, a born naturalist. He
had a small boat, easy to handle,
and, being natural mechanic,
never tinkered with his spark
plugs. which to date no machine
shop could turn out to satisfy
Uncle Billy.
! Where would you like to fish,
sir, tomorrow"
We might try Pidgin."
| All right, sir. I'll be at the
dock at 1890"
| Crawford went up to his room
and began to straighten out his
tackle.
Meantime a man arrived on the
last train. registered, ate a late
dinner, idled about the desk. and
carelessly ran over the names of
the guests. He then inquired the
way to the telegraph office.
Later, the clerk asked him II
he desired a guide.
i No, I'm leaving for Kingston
In the morning. If you will give
me my key I'll turn in at once,
The boat leaves at T."
We'll call you, SIR"
Thanks" replied the stranger,
who was tall, thick-set, gray
haired, ruddy-faced, with an air
OF prosperity.
The next morning the late ar.
rival changed his plans. He told
the clerk he would return at noon
to Ogdensburg instead of crossing
to Kingston. At breakfast he
watched Crawford stealthily.
| When he saw him shoulder his
rods and go whistling down to-
ward the dock he went up to hts
room, quietly opened the window
and slipped out onto the veranda,
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