The Windham County reformer. (Battleboro, Vt.) 1876-1897, 1891-04-24

Feesh all YOU got mind to. Feeshes vas
made to be catched. Often I'M Deutsch-
land. ven vas ieedle boy, l want to go
feeshin so bad gan feel it yet, unit mem
water gay, Heinrich Kroptf! you plelo
bv your work. l vas not 70 cruel. ven
hat nv way, wish efferybody feesh 20
much he got desire for alretty. JACOB
will nut your horse in the barn. jacob
my boy! Come here"
A stout, sullen looking young man.
chewing straw and with his hands IN
his nantaloons pockets, lounged out OF the
barn and toward the porch upon whlch
his father and two visitors were stand
ing. 1o,,
e.Take the zhentlemen's horse, JACOB,
mt bring him by the barn, una feeo
him"
While Jacob was stolidly obeying or
ders one of the strangers replied:
"I'm sure we are infinitely obliged TO
YOU. sir, for your courtesy The TACT Is
that SO many landowners play dog,ln,
the-manger now it is not easy TO nhu
nlaces where one can take a few trout
without liability of arrest for trespass.
What flies are most killing at present up
here?" !,
"vell, mister He hesitated, looked
at card in his hand and continued
"Mister Cute, or Mister Sharp, vor nine
sellnf think the worst been them mos
ouitoes. but We don't got many mere:
| There vas leedle Wy NIT green head
VAT bite like a schmall Satan, but maybe
Won don't see one of him in week.
81 do not mean the most annoying IN
sects." replied Mr.. Cute, smilingly, "bu'
those most tempting to the trout; thos'
they bite best at.
..Ah! 70! Veil, for that, Mr.. Cute
or Mr.. Sharp, l should always say tn
worms"
Mr.. Cute and Mr. Sharp laughed, ant
tackle in hand strolled away toward tn
trout brook among the hills. Her
Kropff looked after them, and as he re
took his place in the big rocking chal
on the porch soliloquized sympathet
ically:
l.. "Pore Young vellers! How thin un
dried up they look. They got mar
time vorkin' in some Office in New York
| suppose; by the gaslights all the time
maybe. Ach! Lieber Himmel! Tina
vas not a place that man he shall 1--we
in the CITY; we're is Wild birds, unit flow
ers, unit trees not ever to be seeh' NJ
i even a leedle bumblebee that shall max
man think how the free nature
!. lovely. 10 | did feel ven was gon
i iourneyman forty years ago, unit Sd.
r No, | will not shtay i'm Germany III
g been cabinet maker; will go by Anne
( ica mt been farmer | would not ll'
/ TODAY. maybe, if did shtay in the eli
unit york at the bench, unit know
should not want to. Here pee
7 strong unit content unit happy-unt me
i Iieschenl Sure she would not so pret1
70 be in the city"
n. That final supposition was probab
Sc . erroneous, for the old mans daught
le was really so good looking that her pre-
70 tiness would most likely have resist
l. the adverse influences OF urban ST.
, roundings quite as well as the char
. of MANY more girls who somehow su
re coed in being very lovely even IN
cities. But such delicious picture
- she presented just now she certain
II never would have made as town owe
81 or. Just her head and bust were SHOW
above and beyond a clump OF snowdr
bushes, in which the waXen fruit
among the foliage like pearls set in gre
y enamel. Over her spread an apple tire
1 boughs. thickly studded with blossom
and through a rift among the branci
q raw of sunshine seemed retracted III
IN an aureole about her golden curls.
red lips were parted in a smile and
Iobt of happiness sparkled in her brig
j. blue eyes. One plump white hand v
81 raised to a level with her face, Its pa
n turned outward, in the gesture OF wa
ing a kiss.
George Stirling, driving Ivy throu
the lane. was quite right in thinking,
he responded to that gesture, Il
n Lieschen, his betrothed wife, was one
u the prettiest girls in the country-or
haps anywhere.
l. "That is a fine young chap, that Geo
Stirling" the old man reflected, "ull
u guess he think pretty much OF Liesci
like Lieschen think of him. Veil,
is all right. | wish that fool unlu'
boy Jacob was shpry like him.
III Water! Water. That dominic hen
Il settih' again." broke in shrill fem
mi voice upon his meditations, and
mi elderly woman, his wife Anna, appea
coming around corner of the ho'
carrying the recalcitrant and vocifer
81 hen by the legs. Il yoost catch her
nj tin on an old door knob and schn
bottle. You got to fix her nose"
"That door knob vas hopeless, b'
political party hat been Matched
from a bottle by sdrict attention
30; business. Gift me that hem"
Pulling a long feather from one of