Putnam patriot., 1916-02-18
c~nford eyed fhe two rols affection

cd rods nld iack.e. the very lender he had fshed Wis.I tIat last day ovet at Horseshoe vliea the eia fetlow got away iust as Uncle Billy was passing the net
 A flawed hao,s a5d G5ae The IF. k. In another corner of the room stood Sau worth of new faeste ei1rin:tY nyW. He might net use one nj the.l durlRe the month. and agi,.n they might he called into active service before the week was mp
 The sou 'wester the dripping rain. coat. the ooZin@ shoeS. the strong white teeth burying themselves in the cheek of the rosy arple. Wynne-Diana Wynne it ought to be-Diana shut out forever from the Olympian heights, made mortal. thereby attainabIe.
 Had he met her in the hotel parlor she would have stirred only passing admiration. but she had come from the heart of the storm. bringing with her gust of heady ozone.
 T love it out at Pidgin. It is wild and free there. l was born at sea
 He laughed little and whipped the rcd back and forth to test it's pliancy. He must not permit any such nonsense to enter his head. only
 The next morning the late arrival of the night before changed his plans.
 He told the clerk that he would re- turn at noon to 0gdeusburg instead of troSsing to Kingston. At breakfast he watched Cranford steaIthily
 Id Gs and go whiStling down toward the dock he went m to his room. quietly opened the window and slipped out on to the veranda. Nonchalantiy he ap- preached Crdnford's window and, ind ing 1t open, stepped inside the room. lie paused to listen. tried the door gently and found it locked.
 He smiled
 Deftly 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
 
 sf the window and walked leisurely around to the north side. He was just i'll time to see Cranford's boat sweep cut of the basin, with a twist or two of blue yapor trailing in it's wake.
 What fair world it was-cloudless, rain washeds viStaedi
 Long island stood out against the naI., sl- nT aarlv Innl1ninO f.riSn Inar- velously distinct.
 You could see the cracks in the rotting lodges, the sun lances breaking against the sharp angles of rosy gran ite, the delicate lac4ng of pine and ma pie. As for the water. it was fat and furnished as Cieopatra's mirror.
 Far, far above him Cranford espied a 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 ill the face of q gale.
 Even the m.dges, 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 at 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, coat which would have shocked the rarely shockable Warren and n 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 day added Zest to the next days sport.
 Lester sat on little oaken, boxlike cover which protected the engine on windy days from the vigorous on sIaughts of the waves.
 He held the tiller rope in his left hand and with his right scientifically thrust from time to tune a battered tin dipper into the water and dribbed the contents into the bait pail, q slender rubber tube thrown over the side serv- ing as drain.
 Cranford had fshed north. east, south and west: in virgin countries where it took ten days portage to reach railroad; but there was no place equal to this.
 Il say. Lester. suppose we take wback just outside of Bare point? Bill ly's out at Pidgin. and l don't want to swoop down on him before he gets started"
 All right, sir"
 Bare point is on the Canadian line. Lester put on fat, lively chub. and Cranford made a capital cast. At heart he was as eager and as excited as he had been twenty years ago, when his father had explained the intricacies and mysteries of casting a line without having the reel back draw.
 "Har'
 Cranford gave line. watched the tip of his rod and struck
 He reeled in two or three feet of line then turned and looked at Lester. who was grinning amiably.
 Can you guess what I've goty'
 ''Goo-gOo-eyer
 Compliments of the season; wei come back
 Cranford laughed and reeled in. and the despised rock bass came up exact Y like tin pie plate. round and round wabbly
 Shall I put him in the box, sirT asked Lester. as he extracted the hook. It is superstition upheld by the ma 5orIty of fishermen that if you throw