The Press., 1891-09-10

''ODJccClODS. mo: UtsCs you 1o' Feesh all you got amind to. Feeshes vas made to be catched. Often i'm Deutsch- land. ven vas leedle boy, want to go feeshin' so bad gan feel it yet, unt mein water gay, Heinrich Kropf! you bleib by your york vas not 20 gruel. Ven haf my way, wish efferybody feesh 20 much he got desire for alretty. Jacob will put your horse in the barn. Jacob. my boyl Come here"
 A stout, sullen looking young man, chewing straw and with his hands in bis pantaloons pockets, lounged out of the barn and toward the porch upon which his father and two visitors were stand ing.
 "Take the zhentlemen's horse, Jacob, unt bring him by the barn, und feed 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 fact is that so many landowners play dog-in- the-manger now it is not easy to fad places where one can take few trout without liability of arrest for trespass. What flies are most killing at present up here?'
 "Veu, mister He hesitated, looked at a card in his hand and continued Mister Cute, or Mister Sharp, vor mine selluf I think the worst been them mos quitoes, but ve don't got many here. There vas leedle vly init a green head vat bite like schmall Satan, but maybe you don't see one of him in week.
 q do not mean the most annoying in sects,~ replied MT. Cute, smilingly. ''but those most tempting to the trout: those they bite best at"
 "Ahl Zol We'll, for that, Mir. Cute, or MT. Sharp, should always say the vorms."
 MT. Cute and MT. Sharp laughed, and tackle in hand strolled away toward the trout brook among the hills. Herr Kropf looked after them, and as he re- took his place in the big rocking chair on the porch solloquized sympathet- ically:
 'Pore young vellersi How thin unt dried up they look. They got hard time vorlxin' in some office in New York. suppose; by the gaslights all the time, maybe. Achl Lieber Himmell That vas not place that man he shall live. in the city; were is wild birds. npt flow CTS, unt trees not ever to be seen. DOT even leedle bumblebee that shall make 8 man think how the free nature is lovely. Zo I did feel ven was gome journeyman forty years ago, unt l say, No, will not shtay i'm Germany unt <k I hry ica unt been farmer would not live today, maybe, if did shtay in the city unt york at the bench, unt l know l should not want to. Here been strong unt gontent unt happy-nnt inein Liescheni Sure she would not so pretty be in the city"
 That final supposition was probably erroneous, for the old mans daughter was really so good. looking that her pret- tiness would most likely have resisted the adverse influences of urban sur roundings quite as well as the charms of many more girls who somehow suc- ceed in being very lovely even in the cities. But such delicious picture as she presented just now she certainly never would have made as town dwell CT. Just her head and bust were shown above and beyond clnmp of snowdrop bushes, in which the waxen fruit lay among the foliage like pearls set in green enamel. Over her spread an apple trees boughs, thiclly studded with blossoms, and through a rift among the branches ray of sunshine seemed refracted into an aureole about her golden curls. Her red lips were parted in smile and the light of happiness sparkled in her bright blue eyes. One plump white hand was raised to a level with her face, it's palm turned outward. in the gesture of kaft- ing kiss.
 George Stirling, driving by through the lane, was quite right in thinking, as he responded to that gesture, that Lieschen, his betrothed wife, was one of the prettiest girls in the country-or per haps anywhere.
 ''That is fine young chap, that George Stirling" the old man reflected, "unt guess he think pretty much of Lieschen like Lieschen think of him. Yell, that is all right. wish that fool unlucky boy Jacob was shpry like him."
 ''Vateri Vaterl That dominic hen vas settin' again" broke in shrill female voice upon his meditations, and an elderly woman, his wife Anna, appeared coming around corner of the house, carrying the recalcitrant and vociferous hen by the legs. ''I yoost. catch her sit tin on an old door knob and schmall bottle. You got to fix her nose"
 teThat door knob vas hopeless, but 8 political party haf been matched out from a bottle by .sdrict attention to business. eff me that hen.'
 Pulling long feather from one of the fowls wings he thrust it through her nostrils, so that it protrnded on each side at right angles with the line of her beak, an arrangement which seemed to inflict no pain, but to fascinate her be- wildered mind and enyross her attention. Her eyes came out and stood on her cheeks in an effort to see both ends of the feather, and she went off toward the barnyard slowly. stopping occasion ally to utter whoop of surprise and to claw vainly at the strange thing.
 '.That breaks her all up on that settin' notion," commented the farmer. 1t beats all how much hen vas like 8 woman. Either of them only gan of one thing at time think. It vas a wise dis bensation of Providence that schmall minds shall not be sgattered. Jacob vas an -eggseption. He gannot concentrate on anything but eatin' unt ,shleepin'."
 One of the farm hands came in to know if Mir. Kropf had made sup,-his mind whether he would have the old field broken up for corn or left fallow to seed down for wheat in the fall. That question entailed some discussion. Jacob languidly drifted over from the barn, and stood leaning against q pillar of the porch listening with an air nf weary in- difference until the matter was settled, and then lounged on into the honse to learn If dinner was not nearly ready.