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The Frisk vyf/ // / / I See. I Made the - .C " / ^ Wrong Opcain'. CAY, if you've got any dippy relations or freak friends comin' to town, or if you're ? ^ expect in anybody tnat's troubled with enlargement of the ego, just send 'em my way. I seem to be a kind of receiver for aU such that's missed the squirrel house. I'm as handy as ? day nursery in a department store, and as will in' as a new hired girl. When it comes to references, there's Purdy Pell. I've just been doin' a stunt for him that ought to get me a recommend. It ain't clear to me yet, though, how I come to be put on the job. Course, I know him more or less, havin' been out to his place on the sound a few times, and he's been one of my 11. i i. T xai a ucic at tuc stuuiu iui 41111.C <x spcu, uui x can't say we ever got real thick. Purdy Pell ain't that kind. He couldn't limber up any more'n a length of gas pipe. Now, Mrs. Purdy Pell's just the other way. She's a. born mixer, she is; and so long as it's her makes out trie invitation lists, you re liaDie to run into ail lorts out to Rockywola. Not that Purdy don't try hard enough to be sociable; but unless he gets In with his own kind he acts about as much to home is an icicle at a May party,?you know, one of them human cold storage plants. Still, even the frostiest of 'em has their little fads. Trout fishin' is his. You let anyone come along ana open up about Hy rods and click reels and brush castin', ana Purdy thaws out like a water pipe that's been given the bonfire test. He's about the last man you'd look for to develop any sportin' blood; but I guess it's there. Every spring he goes way off up into Maine, where all the places has names ending in "untie" and "bago," and stays with the game a couple of weeks. Maybe I'd heard about his havin' been up there this year, and maybe I hadn't. The news wouldn't have kept me awake nights, if I had. But when he hows up at the studio the other day he seems to take it for granted that I've had a full report and know all the details. "Professor McCabe," says he (it's never Shorty with him, always professor), "I really don't know what I am going to do about Caribou Joe." "That so?" says I. "Is it glanders, or a touch of the mange that ails him?" "Beg pardon," savs he; "I don't get the connection." "Me either," says I. "You was savin' something about some Joe or other; but you didn't mention whether he was a trottin' horse or a bulldog." "WK.r" cm ?' T J. II iij , oaja uv, vaiiuuu JUV l<9 UlU UiUUb guide?the best guide in the Rangeleys?and he is making his first trip to the city." "Well," says I, if he's a guide, he ought to be able to find his way round a place that's as well labeled as New York. What's the trouble?". " He is coming as my guest," says Pell, "and tinfortunately there is a directors' meeting which prevents my meeting him at the train, as I promised to do" "That's too bad," says I. "Now, if I knew this Joe of vours by sight, I'd just as soon sub. for you as not. ' "Oh, you couldn't help knowing him after he :ing of Ca By SEW] Lhad once been described," says Pell. ? " Besides, I have a photo of him in my pocket, and if it wouldn't be too t mucn trouble, professor, I should i " X not I flWW wyfn way, sure! says x. anow us i ywi his map, and I'll try my hand at the s my J* ^f/l\ retrievin'act." t 3t -IW Say. you'd think I'd been stung ] gpl ^ . fii times enough to know better'n that, t wouldn't you? But that first offer t w3f m'ne was ?uly a bluff, and when 1 J 18? he took me up on it unexpected there i U-^r was nothin' to do but look cheerful, i It ' He don't leave me any chance to i , 5taM renig, but starts in givin me a de- e M scription and life hist'ry of this i f jl Canbou gent. Tr'aRi Seems that Joe was a French i j Jmta Canuck who'd drifted over the i JMrf border into Maine so long ago that t \ he was almost a native, and had s tftB/il worked up a reputation in the guide s i Ibusiness that must have cone to his t IUif head. Accordin' to Purdy, Joe could mfli smell a trout lyin' tinder a log at the t ffif bottom of a twenty-foot pool and ' mesmerize him into thinkin' he was 1 hungry for rubber flies. Anyway, this last t.rrn he'd steered Pe11 to a ' place where he caught 'em big enough so they didn't need much s lyin' about, and Purdy has such a 1 spasm of gratitude that he turns around and invites 1 Joe to come down and have a look at the reddest spot on the chart. Joe shies at first; but after r Purdy eets home and Mrs. Pell hears him tell what c a wonder Joe is, she makes him send another invite 1 wrapped up in railroad passes. That fetches him. t I'll bet if it had been a one way pass to the Main i Sulphur Works Joe wouldn't have missed takin' a I free ride. And he was due on the four o'clock fc Boston express. "It's awfully kind of you," says Pell. "There isn't another person I could trust with this errand; s for Joe is such a wild, impulsive fellow?rather a g desperate character, I fancy. But you have the ? knack of managing such?" "Say," says I, "I didn't know they grew any bad r men up Bangor way. What's his specialty, gun fightinr or knife carvin'?" t "Well, really," says Pell, "I can't say that he is s as bad as that. In fact, I have never see him do anything really violent or vicious; but I have gathered, from things he has said, that perhaps he was y somewhat of a desperate character when crossed.", t "Oh, you got it from him, did you?" says I. He had. He thought too there was a wdd strain in Joe that might make him bloodthirsty at times, if tinf ficrVit "Gee!" says I, "I hope he don't bring his appetite for gore all the way to New York. I'd look nice, wouldn't I, be in* chased down Fifth-ave. by a mossback from the State of , Maine." n?A T>_H it.i out JTCJLi 5>ays L licit cVS OUUU CMS I mention his name there won't be any trouble, and all I has to ? do is to spot Joe when he gets off the express, steer him round to the New Haven local, take ilpSSMI him out to Rockywold, and hand him over to Mrs. Pell. So that afternoon finds me over to the Grand Central waitin* in the concourse, holdin' a snap- ' !'JI - ? i .j snot picture in one nana, ana .OVjrT 'I 18 lookin' sharp for a stoop shoul- 'f'Hjm/A jjj dered, long haired gent, with a !j T/SSfaTflflj pair of little black eyes, and a grizzly mustache long enough to H M.M. M. UCfcVJOX 1/ ainajro bbUUVU UUt reg'lar on the sport in' shows at the Garden, maybe I'd been H expect in' somethin' picturesque ''yiHPiXH in the way of costume; but I ve x / lttsklp$jWI seen enough Maine guides to know that they're apt to hit ..'/A""" HSR town dressed to t&e minute, fHR even if it takes the last celluloid x. -/fkHB| collar in the box. So I was de- -JMjijH pen din' mostly on spottin' Joe by the bonnet string lip whisker. xHal a wuy, wiicn iae irain < ;^^9QRsram^^Nn||? pulls in ana the procession be* gins to form on the asphalt V'gagWBM| walks, I come mighty near over- Hb lookin' the party in the coon skin cap and the red sash. Just as ne s passin , tnough, 1 gets a ^ glimpse of the six-inch soup strainers and the rat terrier . - ribou Joe 5LL FORD :yes, and then I knows it must be Caribou Joe. He's a little, squizzled up old chao. wearin' felt loots with rubber bottoms, a blue flannel shirt, and i greasy old huntin' coat with cartridge loops and jockets all over it. Slung over his shoulder is a >lanket roll with a coffee pot and a fry in' pan trapped on top; but, outside of somethin' wrapped ip m a newspaper, that's all the baggage he has. ?rom the coo kin' tools, it looks like Joe wa'n't goin' o take any chances on missin' Pell and fin din' all he taverns shut up. He was fixed to camp on Broadway or anywhere else. Say, he was a nice iiu<jie iu step up ana ciaim in a crowd. I'd paid noney to have been there and seen Purdy Pell done t. But it was up to me just then; so 1 falls into step alongside of Joe, hits him a pat on the back, ma sings out: "Hello, Caribou! How's things up along the Vllegash?" It was the wrong openin'; I see that the minute I nakes the play. Joe goes right up in the air, side iteps into a pussy old party with a cane, caroms off igainst one of them red capped brunette baggage vrastlers, and nearly raises a panic. "Hav!" he saueals. "You auit that or I'll lam >aste ye!" "Don't get excited now," says I, tryin' to calm lim down; "I'm only?" "I know ye, gol ding yel" says he, edgin' off. 'You're one of them bunkum fellers. Scat! "Ah, can that kind of hollerin'l" says I. "I'm ubbin' for Mr. Purdy Pell, Joe. He couldn't be lere himself, and he wants me to take vou out to his louse. See, here's your picture he gave me." Well, that soothes him a little, and after I've said t over three or four times, and give the run to a ouple of butt-ins that tried to take Joe's part, he ooks me up and down real careful and concludes to ake a chance. I didn't lose any time about leadin* ? . - i-' - ? f . 1- - i - i - ii - ' mil iulu inc siiiukiii car 01 me local; dui even alter 'd got him stowed safe his little rat eyes was dart in' our ways watchin* for trouble. "You're all right now, Joe," says I. ? ? < - ? - - - MeDDy so, says ne; " but l got lourteen dollars ewed inside my shirt, and the man that gits it has ;ot to take it on'm my dead body. I'm Caribou Joe, >'gosh!" Well," says I, "you look it. I hear you're a bad aan in a muss too.' And say, I could see right away that was the lead o follow. His eyes snaps and his chest begins to v?cu uut. , , "Where'd you hear that?' says he "Why, most everyone in New York knows about r0u," says I. "They says you're the ripsnorter ot he Rangeleys." . . . , . That fetches a great big grin out of him, ana in mmm Your Chance to Get ' y' Whsek ?? Re*l ^ Injuna." S?y? !