Evening capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1888-1893, 1891-12-16

MIR. Izaak. Jr., Takes Ills wifo Fishing
and She spoiIs His Days sport.

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Mr.. Izaak. Jr., Takes His wifo Fiss,inr
and She spoiIs Ills Days sport.
arrived at the hotel i'm time for din
ner, and having gone through with thai
fornality | at once prepared for tria
angling trip Mrs. Izaalx, Jr.. conclud
ed TO accompany mc. and retired to hel
room to put on her fishing attire. When
she returned she was attircd in a rub
Der ulster and carried a parasol. ]
mildly argued against the propriety OF
raising an umbrella in n boat while
fishing, but Of no avail And tlien she
wanted to know if she had not better
take her knitting along, in ease the fish
did not bite. replied, "Cert.lir,ly, by
all means" and kindly volunteered to
send for the family sewing machine. ]
think my satire was useful. for the
knitting was left behind
We finally got safe into the boat, and
in the delight of the nomtnt my spirits
visibly rose as rowed away toward
the fishing grounds, and ] actually
smiled to myself at the pretty figure of
Mrs Izaak, Jr., and her parasoI as she
reclined comfortably in the stern of the
boat. Reaching a spot where ] thought
we might take fish, l "heaved" the an
chor overheard and prepared the tackle
for business. First had To put the
minnow on Mrs. Izaak, Jr's, hook,
which operation she watched with
great anxiety 'Don't it hurt the min
now to put a hook in it that wayp'
But | answered that it was no time TO-
moralize when one was on fishing ex-
cursion, and that if man had a fish
on the end Of his line and stopped to
argue about the hook hurting the fish
he would lose the fish, and deservedly
too. No, when one goes a.fishing he
must leave his society for the preven-
ton of cruelty to animals at home.
BY this time our lines were cast, and
l settled down to the glorious expect
ancy of getting a bite. had my back
to Mrs. Izaak, Jr., when suddenly /
heard her pole splash in the water, and
my heart came into my mouth at the
thought that she had the first bite. I
turned my head, and-shades of Izaak,
Sr., must / say it!-she had let her
pole fall into the water while attempt
ing to raise her parasol 1 groaned in
wardly, and fixed stony glare at my
bobber, which obstinately refused to be
pulled under water With the stub
bornness born of disgust sat and sat.
The sun was well down in the western
sky. The bell at the hotel was ringing
for supper. A big frog set up croaz
in the bushes by the shore. The =
''Ive got bitel" came thrilling me to
my ears.
The parasol tumbled into the lake,
there was a struggle with the pole,
splash by the side of the boat, and Mrs.
Izaak, Jr., landed bass at my feet to
be unlocked. She looked at me with
one of her old time glances and asked
if l didn't want to borrow her parasol :;
maybe | might get bite then. para
sol be ribbed" l ungraciously mur-
INJURED as l impaled another minnow
on the hook. But why. prolong the
story2 My score was a goose egg; Mrs.
Izaak's was two bass. We were both
tired, and was told that might go
alone in the morning; she ''had enough
of fishing"
A good supper at the hotel restored
our spirits, and as we were strolling on
the beach afterward Mrs. Izaak, Jr.,
remarked to me in her sweetest man.
ner; MY dear, l had a delightful time
fishing this afternoon, and / think l
will go along with you in the morning."
But determinedly protested against
such course. The morning air was
full of malarious vapor, and it was a
very rash thing for woman to go out
fishing on an empty stomach at 5 a. m
She retorted that she didn't propose to
fish on an empty stomach; she was go
ing to ''flsh from the boat" saw it
was useless to philosophically discuss
the matter, so dropped it.-Forest and
Stream.