Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1926-01-03

as to what he might do that would
please him. And then he wheeled and
ran to the river and to the foot log
He would fetch an Offering of salmon
| to his master.
For Wally the roar of the river
drowned out what happened.
COL. BARNES, portly and express
sionless as q Buddha. followed
his letter to Lamontai. He drove his
car from Waldport down the beach
on what he represented to himself
was a trip Of inspection. But he had
old clothes. boots and salmon gear in
| the car. He recalled that the La
montai. according to Dagget. was
swarming with salmon. The fishing
| ought to be gone today.
Parking In the mesquite grass, he
waded through the tobacco chewers
and entered the cool Of Mrs. Purdom's
store. He asked where Warden Wal
Ter was. For, as State game warden,
the colonel had come to confer with
his deputy. He hoped Waller was far
away, so that he might be forced,
while waiting. to kill time by fishing
for salmon at the first rifles.
"Why-Thomas Walters in the
mountains-a long ways off, I declare
I believe" Mrs. Pardon said. think
ing fast. She must not tell Barnes
or any one else what Thomas Waller
was doing. She added, her black eyes
falling: Hes on some-some Gov
eminent business today She
thought that Wally would go far away
to do what he had to do.
"Of course" Barnes said, greatly
relieved. Hell be in tonight. won't
he?"
81 don't know. I declare, Mr. Wal.
Ter doesn't always come in to town."
(She thought Wally would not come
to her for day or two after doing
what he had to do.) You see, he
lives in a cabin on the mountain with
only a with q well, alone" She
gathered some spirit into her voice.
Il don't think it's right for a man to
live that way. / tell him, my gra-
cious. he should live here! You un-
derstand, in civilization"
"Of course, of course" rumbled
Barnes. secretly amused, as he sensed
the situation. IT'S getting evening
Mrs. Purdon. l think III just drift
up the river and try for a salmon be-
fore dark, while I'm waiting for
Waller
In the curtained tonneau of his car
he struggled into old clothes and
boots, armed himself with his tackle
and emerged. to disappear up the sal
monberry trail. And he sat on the
| foot-log, humming an answer to the
wild song of the river, threading up
his pole. as Major trotted out on the
log.
Major stopped. Warden and dog
| looked steadily at each other, their
eyes meeting and holding
Hello, old man." Barnes said cas-
ually. He had an Airedale OF his own
Major acknowledged the tone by
| lowering his head and shifting casu-
ally of the stranger. He looked up
stream. his eyes seeming to focus on
illimitable distance Back over his
shoulder he looked, at the forested
mountatnside where Wally sat limp
ly at the foot Of tree Then Ma ior
managed turn on the foot-log and
walked back to the bank whence he
had come. stepping slowly, listening
without appearing to listen for what
the stranger might do behind him.
Barnes did nothing but feel con-
tented and busy himself again with
his salmon pole. From a fat fly book
he extracted a huge brass spoon,
gang-hooks and double strength lead
ers. Once he looked over his shout
der at the falls behind him, mesmer-