Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1917-04-19
THE JUDGES CATCH
BY OLIVER GRAY.

so many Of the finny tribe, but because
he could sitihour IN and hour out, day
in and day but, week In and week out,
without getting single strike---and
without losing his patience.
His thoughts we're drifting like the
white clouds In the blue sky reflected
In the water. ANY fellow Is o fool
who goes to a summer resort. It's nice
to be freeI II a fellow was married
he'd have to go where the family want
ed. Look at poor willis. dragged away
like lamb to the slaughter. He didn't
want to go to the mountains any more
than want to go to the bad place.
That's what he gets for getting mar
Red" Suddenly he felt pull on his
line. He reeled IN slowly, very slowly.
"Its big bass I'll bet" he exulted.
But to his surprise he hauled In not
a bass but a pocketbook. II was a
long, fat purse Of patent leather with
fiat plates Of silver at each end and a
silver clasp. He turned It over
thoughtfully. Wet and soggy as 1t
was, It had not lost Its identity and 1t
was coming to him slowly that he had
seen that same purse before.
"Of course" he argued, 'her name
and address are inside and it's ridicu-
lous for me to waste time guessing.
But there's something about that purse
that brings back have II. 1t was
the case Of the Crockett heirs and the
whole family connection was In court.
She wore dark blue and had sort of
copper-colored hair and deep blue eyes
and she dropped this pocketbook three
times, and every time young Skillings
picked il up for her she blushed as red
as her hair. Pretty grill She was
afraid of me, l remember. Wouldn't
look at me at all. Thought Td bite
her head off guess. Come to think
of 1t lost some sleep over those eyes
for several days. If / were like Willis
and hadn't the sense to keep my head
might be married to them by this
time.
''Tll just open 1t to make sure 1t be-
longs to her." But the first thing he
pulled out was a newspaper clipping.
wet and discolored. but nevertheless
perfectly decipherable. In the center
was his own photograph On the mar
gin was written In ink, The peachiest
thing you ever saw. Only about thir-
ty. Dream of him every night. Sorry
when the case is over"
Shades of Izaac WaltonT The fish
were forgotten.
. He gathered up his tackle and poles,
picked up his oars and rowed down
river to the landing and thence went
afoot across fields to his farmhouse.
''Mr. Elder, found pocketbook to-
day with a Miss Eileen Porter's card
In It. You don't happen to know her
do your e+%.r i.4
mo, don't believe I do. Nobody
around this neighborhood by that
lame. Must be-oh. know she's like
y one of those city girls who visited
he Kramers. They have q summer
ZONE here on the hill. but they're away
ow."
~All right" answered the judge, cas-
ally. "rll hunt up her address In the
lily when I go home and send It to
er. BY the way, Mrs. Elder, Eve had
ONE important mail today. I must go
Iome for while at least"
The city was hot. dusty and noisy,
nbearable after the cool. fragrant
Iuiet of the country. The judge did !
lot go home. He left his bags at a |
'otel and took a taxi for Howard ave-
Tue, the address on Miss Porter's card.
But the house was deserted. Then he |
allied up the editor of society paper |
md found that the Porters had gone |
o Pinehaven In the mountains. THAT'S
where Willis is" thought the Judge.
Must be some place."
So he took the first train to Pineha-
zen and arrived at the hotel at nine.
By ten he was shaved. bathed and
dressed for the dance downstairs.
Willis found him at once. "You old
log! Got tired OF sitting In a lonely |
I'D boat all day, didn't you? I told |
Molly I'd get you yet. This is cork
ng place. Wait till you see the golf
the girls"
The Judge stood 1t as long as he
COULD then he hunted up the girl. When
ne saw her his heart gave a great jump
and he cursed himself for tardy fool.
Perhaps he was too late. Those eyes!
And that hair!
There was a moon, SO they cut the
dance and went out. The mountains
with the sharp outline of the pines
against the sky were wonderful.
1T doesn't seem as If l had been fish.
Ing on lonely river two hundred miles
away from here at noon today"
How interesting! Did you catch
Eyes, thisw He gave her the purse,
still damp and fiabby.
"Why it's mine dropped 1t out of