The Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1877-1885, 1881-08-01
Mr.. spoopendyke Goes A-Fishing, and
Mrs. 8. Goes With Him.

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s.Wouldn't that be perfectly lovelyr'
never was fishing in my life, and I al
ways wanted to try it. Where can we
goP''
''Well, there are lots of places around
Brooklyn. Last summer / saw bows
catch a good many fish off the dock at
the foot of State Street. We might go
there
sJust the place." conceded Mrs.
Spoopendyke. perhaps we can catch
some sardines. I'll bet a spool of
thread get the first shadi' and in her
glee Mrs. Spoopendyke waltzed across
the room and back again.
Mr.. Spoopendyke smiled pleasantly
upon his wife, and started out into the
yard to get some worms. while Mrs.
Spoopendyke rugged herself up for the
pending excursion.
.'Got any fish-sticks?'' she asked, as
Mr.. Spoopendyke returned, rather
warm from his exercise.
.srve got some fishing rods, if that s
what you mean." replied Mr.. Spoopen-
dyke, .'but l could only find four
worms
Cant we break 'em in twop'' in
quired Mrs. Spoopendyke, anxiously.
Gould if we had a buzz saw. 'grunt-
ed Mr.. Spoopendyke. ssCome along If
you're coming and thoroughly
equipped for the expedition. Mr. and
Mrs. Spoopendyke set out for the State
street pier.
GLOW long before they bite?n asked
Mrs. Spoopendyke. hosting her hook
out of the water. and examining the
point of worm her husband had i'm
paled thereon.
They'll probably bite at that as soon
as they can borrow a step-ladder," re-
torted Mr.. Speopendyke, cycling the
dangling hook. IF you calculate to
get any fish, you'd better let that thing
down in the water
''Oh!'' said Mrs. Spoopendyke. drop
ping the hook. do you think could
catch goldfish?" she inquired, after a
pause.
'.Hii hold on! There, lost himr'
CALCULATED Mr.. Spoopendyke, firing his
hook up toward the Heights.
$50 did Ir' chimed Mrs. Spoopen-
dyke, as she fell over backward and
shot her sinker into Mr.. Spoopendyke'
ear; II declare we both lost himr'
.'What we doing?" demanded Mr..
Spoopendyke. What did ye loseP
| When I'm pulling in fish, you just sit
pond? Drop it, tell We! drop it in the
| water. There! Now sit still and fish.
| Another time L m pulling in a Spanish
mackerel, you let things alone. You
made me lose that fish.
''You ought to have caught him, -
said Mrs. Spoopendyke. soothingly;
'you fished splendidly for him."
II understand the business, 'rejoined
| Mr.. Spoopendyke. somewhat Modified.
| You see he didn't even get the bait,
big as he was.
'.rm glad of that, because we've
| only got three worms left. How L d
like TO catch an oyster! Do you know
s.Iist! Sh-h-h. @ Iiet now! I've got
him! See me play him! Now, I'll fetch
himr' and Mr.. Spoopendyke reeled in
until he landed an Old boot.
81 didn't know that fish had burrs
on. like q chestnut" said Mrs. Spoo-
pendyke, quivering with excitement.
.'Crack him and lets see what he is. -
Crack your gran lmother!" snorted
Mr. Spoopendyke, shieing the boot up
the pier. ''I1e wasn't good to eat
anyway. I'll get something
'.What's the matter with my stick?
Let go. you nasty thing! Here's another
one. NSulCA.
Pull him in, can't YEP You've got s
| bite. Haul upr' cried Mr.. Spoopen-
dyke. trying to untangle himself from
his line and help his wife. Lift him
out of the waterr'
HE won't let me-" squeaked Mrs
Spoopendyke, holding both arms oui
full length. Take him off! Scat! &c
way, you monster!"
s ''Lift your pole straight up in the
ARR shouted Mr.. Spoopendyke
Hoist the dod-gasted thing right up!'
Mrs. Spoopendyke exerted hersel
and disclosed an eel, dangling.
Its n rattlesnaker' she yelled
'Don't go near him! Fire! fire! muir
der! police! polce-e-en'
Hold your yawp, will YEP" bawle
Mr.. Spoopendyke. t'Get him over th
dock so 1 can catch him! What We hold
ing him ont there forp Waiting for hir
to dry? Stick that pole straight up il
the air, / tell YETI
Mrs. Spoopendyke threw the pol
over her shoulder. and Topped the ee
into Mr.. Spoopendyke's c0untenance
''Dod-gast the measly eelr' he howle
as he spit it out. stop waving tina
slam basted lighnting-rodli like flag, wi
ye? Hold it still, say! Think your
tree?"
Don't touch himi Throw him ovel
boardi He'll sting you to deathi'' Gun
gled Mrs. Spoopendyke, and forgettin
that the pole still exercised an infu
ence over the eel, she gave it q jerk
and it slipped through Mr.. Spoopen
dykes fingers. That gentleman mad
q spring for it, and swashed into tn
water.
''Heu! blabi baai waggle. glu, hic
ga gaggler' sputtered Mr.. Spoopen
dyke, as some ightermen fshed hin
out.
did you catch cold, dear?" inquire
Mrs. Spoopendyke. with solicitude. a
they made their way home.
''If did, landed it, growled MI
Spoopendyke, blowing mud like the eS
haust of a tug.
anyway, caught an eel. didn't IP
asked Mrs. Spoopendyle, carrying on
a woman's idea of comforting ma
with the only thing he don't want
hear about.
''Oh! you caught itr' ripped out MI
Spoopendyke. You're a fish woman
you are All you want now is som
glass sides and bubbles running throug
you to be an aquarium! Another time W
both go fishing, you stay homei 70
hear?'