The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1916-01-13
the rest Of the afternoon looking over

the rest Of the afternoon looking oysr
tackle
was willing enough. At 4:3O Gran
ford had purchased five of the very
finest RODS, a thousand yards of line
and leaders and hooks and sinkers.
Fishermen-l mean true fishermen
are odd chaps.
They may have a garnet full Of scry.
iceablc tackle, yet regularly each sea-
son they buy new rods, new lines. new
reels, and nine times out Of ten the old
rod, the old line. the old reel, these do
the work.
The most delightful brainstorm in
the world. the pleasantest mania, this
forag1ng III the garnet for the tackle
box, this testing Of old rods and the
final visit to the outfitters'. Even the
trivial affair of purchasing a railway
ticket Is not without its chanm. You
become all at once an enviable being
to other men. Everybody looks at YOU
pleasantly and smiles. They know
and understand.
Your tackle box (Which will not fit
in any kit bag known) and your rod
case make patent to the world at large
your coming adventure. Envied, in
deed, for not all of us may surrender
to this primitive longing.
Even those OF us who may not 90
give thanks that something remains to
call us back to the open. So little one
needs upon these adventures-a few
changes OF clothes and book written
by a man named Ike Walton, maybe,
tucked away in your pocket. That's
life for you!
babe Crawford goodby at the sub
way. And as had nothing to do with
this strange tale, save to push Gran
ford into it, innocently enough, I'll say
goodby to You too. Exit, then, first
person, singular, perpendicular. Enter
several villains. and strife and tur-
MOL, and peace and calm, and roseate
romance.
In bedroom Of one Of the glitter
clutter hotels on Broadway there sat
man. He was all Of that-deep of
chest, powerful of frame, with a head
as picturesque as lions. A worka-
day chap, he was; no hawk beak, no
sweeping black mustache so dear to
the penny dreadful His face was
round, brief commentary on the best
of cooks. He had remarkable control
of that face. He could make it jolly,
pleasant, whimsical-a capital asset in
his business.
However, just now it was not a
pleasant face to look upon. There was
venom in his eyes and venom on his
tongue and venom in his heart.
Plain sailing. unless you crossed
him; easy going. unless you caused
him to stumble: then. watch out From
time to time he nursed the bandaged
leg propped by several pillows.
Get him, | say; get him. He's one
of the swell vultures. His room was
next to mine at the Continental He
tumbled to the crutches. Nice little
keyhole boy Well now we know the
man, and he knows practically all
about me. Go for him; break him"
Howl asked the young man by
the window.
Haven't you got any brains? Must
think for everybody"
keep Il civil tongue in your head"
The young man turned. His brown
eyes We're as hard and cold as the blue
ones of the older man. 1t was hand
some, lean, we'll bred face, first glance,
but scrutiny revealed an astonishing
number Of flaws What nature had
generously intended to be boyish beau
had nullitied
He, too. could wear his mask, be
charming, winning. Between these two
men there was no mummery; they
knew each others masks too well.