St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-01-01

which the animal passions had already
made their mark.
SAM" he said to the negro boy who
waited on the table, ''you git my fishin'
lines fixed up tonight; Pm a goin'
fiShin' teT-mOrrer mOrnin'."
His mother looked at him sorrow
fully. 81 wouldn't do it eff l wus Y on.
Dicky," she said; "Ter-mOrrer's Sun
day.
made to this appeal.
"Are you fond of fishing?" asked the
guest. looking at the youth.
mot pertic'ler," was the reply; "but
thar amt nothin' else Teller kin do on
Sunday"
well, am fisherman myself" said
the other, land if you have no objec-
tiOnS I'll go with you tomorrow"
"You, mister!" said Sister Pitcher,
with look of establishment.
Eyes, ma'am; why not? Fishing is a
pleasant amusement" ,
''That'S jes' es one thinks" said the
old lady; ''Only it 'peared to me you was
different kim man to that-yOu looks
mos like yer mought be a preacher"
II am fisherman, ma am-hrSt and
last fisherman, in season and out of
season."
Nothing more was said on the SUBJ
ject. Sister Pitcher was evidently dis
appointed in her guest. and though she
did not treat him impOlltely, had as
little to say to him as it was possible
without being unmannerly. Her
son, however, manifested a suddenly
awakened interest in him, and sat up to
him, as it were, entertaining him with
stories of his own exploits in the arena
of Satan's circus, as the most agreeable
t,f nrrlr II nry~Ir - 30 l.
The next morning at daylight Dick
and his new friend sat down to a sub
stantial breakfast, prepared by Sam,
and when they had eaten their fill,
started for creek about mile and a
half from the house, the negro following
with the fishing tackle and a suspicious
looking black bottle.
Soon they were casting their lines in
the deep brown waters of as pretty a
stream as ever flowed among the green
hills of Georgia, and Dick and Sam
landed trout after trout and Dream after
Dream. The stranger, however, was
not so successful; luck seemed to be all
against him, for he never got a nibble,
though he sat watching his motionless
float with the greatest patience and
good temper.
Il say. stranger" said Dick, laugh
ing, Il thought you were a fisherman?"
$50 l am" said the stranger, and you
shall see. by and by, that shall take a
bigger fish than either of you have
taken-a fish so big that 1 will have to
go down into the water and wrestle
with him.
"Ho, hop laughed Dick; 81 should
like to see tibet thar fish,
Just then the unsuccessful fisherman
pulled his line out OF the water.
Inv 4tn- III alr
amt got no bait on yer hook: faint no
wonder yer don't ketch no fish,"
The stranger said nothing, but laying
his pole on playground went to little
hickory sapling that grew not far off,
from which he cut good stout switch,
trimming it as he walked back to where
the young man was standing.
wat in Their thunder yer goin' to do
with thet?" asked Dick.
81 am going to catch my big fish," was
the reply; you shall see, my son."
In the meantime the negro, who had
caught fish enough to get tired of the
sport, had come to see what was going
forward, and he and his master stood
looking on while the stranger continued
to trim his switch, as if they expected
to be initiated into the secret of some
great mystery.
Now said the latter to Sam, as he
bent the switch two or three times to
test its elasticity, ''yOu 90 yOnder and
sit on that log, boy. and don't you dare
to move till tell you"
Sam thought this was part of the con-
Duration, and readily did as he was bid.
No sooner was he seated on the log than
strong hand seized Dick Pitcher by
the lapels of the coat and shook him
until his teeth ratified against each
other like castanetS.
Now, young man." said the owner of
that hand. giving his switch two or
three fiourishes over the astoniShed Mr..
Pitchers head, Il am about to give you
lesson that will last you the balance
of your days." and before Dick could
put in protest the switch was whiStling
about his ears, and falling Oh his Shout
ders and legs with astonishing rapidity.
In vain he struggled and fought-he
did fight hardin vain he called on Sam
for assistance. He was powerless as a
dog in the grip of lion, and the negro
never stirred, sitting still, with his
mouth and eyes wide open, as if he were
looking at some wonderful feat of leger-
domain.
''There," said the castigator, when he
had striped and cross striped his with
ing victim from head to foot, s'that's
what you've been wanting this long
while. if what I've heard about you and
what you have told me about yourself
be true. Come, sir, down upon your
knees !"-and Dick Pitcher, utterly
daZed, bewildered and demoralized,
went down on his knees as if it was the
most natural thing in the world for him
to do.
The stranger then knelt down beside
him and offered up an earnest petition
to heaven, making Dick repeat after
him, asking to be forgiven all sins, and
specifying those to which the youth
was specially addicted. The prayer
finished, he asked his neophyte if he
felt any access of grace.
''No, l DOESN'T" was the sullen re-
ply.
''Then we will have to go back and