The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1916-01-27

II love 1t out at Pidgin. IL Is VIII"
and free there. was born at sea.
He laughed little and whipped tho
rod back and forth to test its pI'ahc!
He must not permit any SAts' no'>e''s'
to enter his head. only
The next morning the 'A'r arrival
the night before changed Ms plans.
He told the clerk that he would re
turn at noon to Ogdensburs instead OF
crossing to Kingston. At breakfast ne
watched Crawford stealtlllly.
When he saw him shoulder his rods
and go whistling down toward the
dock he went up to his room. qulet'v
opened the window and slipped out on
to the veranda Nonchalantly he ap-
preached hanferd's window ana, hnd
ing it open, stepped inside the room
He paused to listen. tried the door
gently and found it locked.
He smiled
Deity and quickly he searched
through the clothes in the closet
through the luggage. Nothing escaped
his marvellous fingers. and When he
stood up it would have taken an eye
more than mortal to have discovered
anything amiss.
| Again he listened
After minute or so he went out
of the window and walked lelsureiy
around to the north side He was just
in time to see Cranford's boat sweep
out of the basin, with a twist or two
of blue vapor trailing in its wake.
What fair world it was-cloudless,
rain washed. vistaed.
Long island stood out against the
pale sky of early morning. crisp, mar
velously distinct.
You could see the cracks in the
rotting lodges, the sun lances breaking
against the sharp angles OF rosy gram
lite, the delicate lacing of pine and ma
pie. AS for the water, it was fiat and
FURNISHED as Cleopatra's mirror.
Far, far above him Crawford espied
motionless speck, an eagle, and here
and there the silly gulls rode and bob
bed upon the rivers placid bosom, as
unlovely at close view as decoy ducks,
but of beauty unutterable when flying
in the face Of gale.
Even the midges, doubtless born that
sunrise, interested him. He settled
back in his comfortable chair seat
pulled his gray felt hat down over his
eyes and drew contentedly ut his pipe
He was very near to happiness, as
near as he had any right to expect
Old shoes, run down at the heel; hope
less trousers, a coat which would have
shocked the rarely shockable Warren
and Il gray flannel shirt.
The coat he had left with Uncle Bill
ly two years before. and he was wear
ing it for luck. The comfort of it
Not another stiff collar for thirty days
excepting Sundays. when he intended
to loaf or take long walks into the
country. Besides, to skip a day added
Zest to the next days sport.
Lester sat on Il little oaken, boXlikt
cover which protected the engine OIL
windy days from the vigorous on
saughts Of the waves.
He held the tiller rope in his lief
hand and with his right scientiticall,
thrust from time to time battered til
dipper into the water and dribbled til,
contents into the bait pail, slende
rubber tube thrown over the side serv
ing as drain.
Crawford had fished north. east
south and west; in virgin countrie
where it took ten days portage t.
reach railroad; but there was n
place equal to this.
IL say, Lester, suppose we take
whack just outside of Bare point? Bill
ly's out at Pidgin, and l don't wan
to swoop down on him before he get
started"
IAN right, sir.
Bare point is on the Canadian line.
Lester put on fat, lively club, an
Crawford made capital cast. At heal
lie was as eager and as excited as
had been twenty years ago. when hi
father had explained the intricacio
, and mysteries of casting a line withou
having the reel back draw.
"Haw
Crawford gave line, watched the ii
of his rod and struck.
He reeled in two or three feet of lin
then turned and looked at Lester, VII
:, was grinning amiably.
Can you guess what I've got?'
-. Coos oo-eye!
Accomplishments of the season; we
come back"
Crawford laughed and reeled in, al
the despised rock bass came up exac
t " like a tin pie plate. round and roun
wabbly.
Shall put him in the box, sir
+ asked Lester, as he extracted the hoo
l. 1t is Il superstition upheld by the m
jority of fishermen that il you thro
= away the first fish, whatever breo
you throw away your luck. Beware
he thirteen. of leaving your watch und
y the pillow. of seeing the new mo-
es over the wrong shoulder (whichev
that isl, of singing before breakfast
all presages of evil to the fisherman
10 But Crawford had no superstitions