The Arizona sentinel., 1886-04-10

his fathers house, but never with real hook; for the golden carp in it were too pretty to be eaten.
 ''Oh!'' he sighed. ''Tve only played at fishing. Here are real fish that may be caught; but I've no line or hook. That's the way things go, somehow"
 For there was an old man whose business it was to look after the ponds, and who was called the Polliwog, he was so short and fat, and just at this moment he came waddling down the terraces, looking very cool in his short, blue cot ton trousers, blue cotton shirt and wide bamboo hat. In his hand was some fishing tackle, and he cried out politely: "Ah my honored young gentleman, do you want to fish?"
 ''Myl Yes!" answered Sing Flu, start ing up.
 s'You can fish here any time for the asking" said the Polliwog, untying the bamboo rope, and drawing the boat to the shore that he might scramble into it. q suppose any thing worth having is worth that trouble. " When he had padded to the middle of the pond, he took from his pockets lines and hooks and a hollow bamboo about ten inches long, which was full of bait "There's more in fish ing than holding a line," he said, as he set a hook for Sing Flu. "It's like many another great thing in this world, made up of little things that some men can never learn the trick of. Now drop this into the water, and we'll be as still as birds at noon.
 "It's as black as ink just now said Sing Flu, rising and looking over the boat. s'I don't see any thing"
 "That's because it is deep. Now sit down, my honored young gentleman. :"
 'You have no bright to command me, :" cried Sing Flu, with the quick vexation of an empty stomach.
 ''I have" said the old man calmly. ''I have the right of age and experience. And if you do not sit down, we will go to the shore in an instant.
 Down went Sing Flu, feeling very un- comfortable. He had been brought up to be always polite to all old people. But he soon forgot every thing in his desire for bite.
 My! How do want a biter' he cried, after a few seconds. ''There's no fun in just holding string"
 Have patience. Holding a string is part of it, 5 said the Polliwog, wiping his forehead with his sleeve. s'Think how long it takes to do any thing well. Be- sides, you have forgotten to keep still. ''
 ''l wish you'd let me manage the oar. I'd rather learn to make boat than to fish"
 ''By no means" said the Polliwog; who was sculling. You are only a child.''
 "Tm going on eleven" cried Sing Flu, at which the Polliwog laughed in a way more provoking than words.
 The Polliwog, as any one could see, was a great eater, and a vast stomach often goes with dull head. He dearly loved to sleep, and after he had pulled the boat into the best spot to fish, he be- gan to doze. Sing Flu, watching for fish, leaned far out over the stern. His papa was coming that day, and how proud he would be to see him eating a fish he had caught. The little boat was somewhat like a punt, and could not be tipped easily; but the fat Polliwog did not sit in the middle. Sing Flu was very solid: and so, when he leaned far out on the Polliwog's side. the boat gave a sudden lurch, and in moment he was going down-down; and that is all he remembered, when he awoke, long after, to see the family doc tor and Shing Te bending over him.
 The first morning he was well enough Sing Flu went out to see the Polliwog.
 My father is, as you know, the Vice. roy," he said, kindly, ''and he has bid den me say to you to make wish. Let it be for the thing you most desire, no matter how costly, and your wish shall be granted.
 ''But-I wish for nothing," said the old man, quite bewildered."
 ''For nothingr' echoed Sing Flu. ''Why I wish every day of my life for thous- and things"
 ''How unfortunate! As for me want nothing," said the Polliwog gravely. ''But since you speak of it, I have a chilly neighbor-and I've sometimes thought"
 ''Well?''
 That I should be happy if I could buy him wadded sack for winter"
 "You shall buy him one; but your seIfP''
 'As have told you, honored sir, l want nothing. l have a house to my self, two sons, good wife and rice for all. Besides, my school-master told me. years ago, that if indulged want after I possessed what is necessary, want would destroy me-"
 Honorable poet, what kind of man is the PolliwigP" asked Sing Flu, that evening of his host.
 ''The happiest and richest man have ever seen," replied Se-ma. Several years ago he fell while repairing one oi the dams, and his head was injured. The common people call him fool since then, but think him philosopher. ''- Elisabeth Cummings, ie ~. r. I'adepe's- dent.