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Show A FATAL SUCCESS long separations from the partner of his life while he went off to fish some favourite stream. There were no more home-comings after a good day's sport to find her clad in cool and dainty raiment on the verandah, ready to welcome him with friendly badinage. There was not even any casting of the fly around Hardscrabble Point while she sat in the canoe reading a novel, looking up with mild and pleasant interest when he caught u larger fish than usual, as an older and wiser person looks at a child playing some innocent game. Those days of a divided interest between man and wife were gone. She was now fully converted, and more. Beekman and Cornelia were one; and she was the one. The last time I saw the De Peysters he was following her along the Beaverkill, carrying a landing- net and a basket, but no rod. She paused for a moment to exchange greetings, and then strode on down the stream. He lingered for a few minutes longer to light a pipe. "Well, old man," I said, "you certainly have succeeded in making an angler of Mrs. De Peyster." "Yes, indeed," he amwered,-"have n't I?" Then 141 |