Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1890-09-12
AN ENTHUSIASTIC ANGLER.
His wife and Mothsr-in- law, HOwovos
Considered Him Crazy.

COnsluereu
An enthusiastic angler on the board
of trade. whose young wife ia not
familiar with the eccentricities of the
disciples of Walton, said:
1--WE got good joke on my wife.
She thinks I'm going crazy. l felt
little out of sorts during the recent bad
weather, Just because / could not 90
on fishing trip | had planned. A
few DAYS ago found the fishing fever
taking such strong hold that l got
out my tishing-tackle just for relief.
When got my nice little eight-ounco
rod jointed it stirred up my fishing
blood so thoroughly that i could not
resist the temptation of going out m
the back yard and making few casts.
So rugged myself out in my fishing
suit, put on my creel, and with rod.
and net. and flies sailed out to little
puddle in the yard and practiced the
art we anglers love so well. l was
having lots of fun when all of n sudden
/ heard scream, and looking up
saw my wife with her hands stretched
high in the air, screaming as only
scared woman can scream. My good
mother-in-law was close by trying to
comfort her daughter.
"Humor him. she said, quietly.
This spell has been coming on him for
over week, and l guess it's got to its
height, and if we are careful we'll
bring him out all right
when my poor wife became quiet
! undertook to explain the situation,
for was pretty badly Scared l can
tell you.
'"rm all right l said. Pm just
practicing few casts. Now, see here.
This is a wild piece of woodland. and
over there, pointing to the puddle, is
beautiful, clear, cold brook Along
the edge of the brook there are lots of
briars, and vines. and brush
"'Oh, myr sighed my mother-in-law.
land in the brook there are a few
very nice. shy, old trout. Now, you
Just watch me sneak up to the bank OF
the brook through the brush and briars
and quietly drop fly on the opposite
side of the stream
"My good mother-in-law whispered
in her daughters ear that il was simply
awful, but that it weuld not be wise TO
cross me.
Gracious mep said the old lady ne
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imaginary brook. Well, dropped the
fly right on the dot, and when landed
my imaginary fish | proceeded to ex.
plain the philosophy of the whole per
Torrance to my frightened wife. She
listened in pity, as n sane woman
would TO a crazy man and the more i
tried to convince her that / was all
right the more frightened she became.
She couldn't understand the necessity
of practice in the art of angling, and
the obstruseness of tho propositions l
discussed so earnestly increased heI
alarm. Well, they finally got me into
the house, and when | appeared in
citizens clothes and tried 10 talk OF
something else beside fishing. in an
off-hand sort of way, just rs if nothing
had happened. the old lady left the
room muttering rs she went:
Poor mani! he has forgotten all
about his pranks in the yard
We'll, that made me mad, and told
my wife and her good mother that !
believed they were both crazy.
That settled the matter with the
old lady. She said drunken man was
always accusing every one of being
drunk, and crazy people imagined that
every one about them was crazy.
The following morning at break
fast my wife and her mother eyed me
suspiciously. and when | said SOME
thing about the poetry of angling my
wife said she could not see any poetry
in nasty, little mud-puddle. She
thinks l am getting better but she has
not altogether got over the idea that
am candidate for the insane asylum"
Chicago Times.