Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1885-08-27

Again and again was the Doctor success
ful, but his companion had no luck. The
hours passed, but the President caught no
tsh. He became listless.
Il don't see how it is, Doc" said he
finally, ''that you catch so many fish,
while don't get even nlbble. used to
be successful fisherman when | was a
boy. All, those were good times - and he
sighed deeply. spinner always had a
relish i'm those days, and there was en-
Joyment IN everything. | can see It now
the hard white road, winding between
green fields, and the wooden bridge over
the creek in the hollow. There were al
ways fish in the deep water under the
bridge and in the pools above and below
1t. We tished with pin hooks, we boys
and we brought every fish with a yank, to
prevent him from falling OFT the hook, but
we generally had good luck. | know
always went home with more clubs and
sinners than they liked to cook. Ii was
triumphal march home with my catch, up
The long clay road and into the front yard
why don't they have such front yards
now-a-daysW he soliloquized. "There Is
a fashion in country front yards, imported
from New England, | think, but has ex-
tended through New York and, Eve been
told, through northern Ohio and Michigan.
There was plank or gravel walk from
the gate up to the front door, aud on either
side OF the walk were the flwers--not
such flowers as are raised now, but old
fashioned fOwers-there was a sort of re-
cognlzsd order for them. There were
larkspurs and bed of China asters, and
then one Of the old style of pinks, not
dark or red, but pink in color, as they
should be to deserve the name, next to
great bunch of phloX, and then dahlias.
I'D against the house would be hollyhocks,
and between them, at their teet, bouncing
Bettys' and old men and chickens Oh,
l know those old-fashiOned gardens! Butt
and here he suddenly recollected him.
self and thought of his surrOundings-"I
haven't had a bite vet and you've caught
a lot more pIckereil I've got the same
kind of frog on my hook that you have.
Why don't they bite at hlm? BY the way,
there's good frog for bait on that stump
across the creek. See il, DocY'
"Thats SOL said the Doctor; 81 believe
If you had that fellow on your hook the
pickerel would bite"
''Pm going TO try to get him." said the
President, and he began to reel in his line
preparatory to crossing the creek at
shallow place further up. The line became
gradually taut, though the President did
not at first notice it, his eyes being fast
ened on the frog, until that little animal
began TO scramble and cling 10 his perch
Tor dear life, as il something we're pulling
at him. The President in establishment
stopped Keeling, and by coincidence the
frog appeared at peace again. The Presi-
dent looked at his pole, then along his line,
then at the Doctor, then back to the frog.
A light dawned upon him. He uttered a
single word:
''Jehosaphatv
"What is it?" exclaimed the Doctor.
"What's the matterr'
"Don't speak to me,'' yelled the Presi-
dent. "Pll be hanged if that isn't my
frog on the stump He's swum across
and climbed the stump, hook and all, and
here I've been sitting, waiting on him all
the demonstrating for pickerel to bite !
Great ScOtt
The sympathizing Doctor crossed the
creek and prepared to toss the frog ard
hook back INFO the water, but the Presi-
dent said he guessed be wouldn't fish any
more that day. He would not allow the
Doctor to treat the frog roughly in deteoh-
ing it from the hook, and the little fellow
was released with all care, and subse-
quently tossed INTO q puddle.
Il don't blame him much" said the
President. II ought to have been attend
ing to business. Pve been day-dream-
ing"