The evening world., 1890-07-21
COUNTED THE SAME FISH OVER
How the Boys Played q ouileless
Fisherman for a Breakfast.

Fisherman for q Breakfast.
II was evening. and no one had spoken
for several consecutive minutes, says the
Chicago Tribune.
zen 500 be time for some pilgrim
coming here to rest while telling fish
stories,' said one of the members.
Were you here in the old days?'
asked q brother venerable in experience
aud ripe in results.
The other member said he was not.
Then you have lived in vain. I
reckon you know John Ritchie2 You
didn't know Frank Cunningham, because
he is dead, peace 10 him; he is dead these
many years. Rit, HE and Cunningham
and two or three other cronies were great
fishers, and the Government pier was
their resort. and the rising Of the III
Was the hour w1en they baited their
hooks. cast them INTO the beaded waters,
hung their legs over the pier and said
nothing but just hshsd. only OCCASION
ally.
One morning, AZ the old crowd took
its plnce on the pier, John Richie said
- The man who catches the fewe (
fish pays for tho breakfast for the party
The boys ngreed to this, Frank Cum
ningham coming into tie compact some
what reluctantly cduse Frank was not a
successful fisherman.
3" here was q long silence. and then it
was broken by Frank Cunningham, who
shouted 'Two.' That meant that he had
landed two perch. They weren't much
llgger than minnowB, but that made no
dih Nothing had been sai about
size. At tho time Frank Cunningham
rasped the air with his shout of
triumph John Richie had one perch
Inv ms aida Nhtlu Er.n1 I,,Hp,,-
ham was batting his hook Richie
put his perch back on the hook, cast it
into the water, and after Juggling vt the
limo u moment he ierksd the same perch
into tho air. took 1t of the hook and
shouted Two and That meant he
had as many as Cunningham. Then he
kept luis eye ON Cunningham until Gun.
perch again and putting it on his hook,
he cast 1t into the lake again. pulled in the
line. and again he threw the glis,ening
beauty into the nir, released 1t and shouted
'Three!"
''Cunningham's gaze was on the waters
and his sinker Dobbed just a triie.
klitchie again hitched his perch to his
hook, slipped the line into the water and
waited. Three minutes passed and again
tho poor little perch was snatched back
from the waters, thrown through the air.
and Ritchie's voice rung out, clear aud
triumphant, Four
Not to worry you with too long q fish
story at this Season of the year, for we
are lust on the entrance of the fishing
vacation, hitchie had kept this up until
he bad counted it eleven tines. Poor
Cunningham never raised more than his
two.
But he paid for the breakfast like O
man, and, mind you, it was no small sum
that o breakfast for such q party as that
cost. Richie could eat o SO breakfast
himself ut that time. After the repast was
over and Frank Cunningham was talking
about his poor success o. a fisherman,
saying that he could catch more on land
than he could on water:-which saving we
all understood-John Richie told him
that there were poorer fishermen than he,
and Frank said he didn't know about that.
hen John told him that he had counted
one perch eleven times. But Cunning.
ham never went out on the pier ngain-to
fish,"