The morning call., 1891-04-26
A WOMAN ANGLING.
She Attributes Her Good Luck TO The Use Of Her
PdTdSOl.

arrived at the hotel in time for dinner,
and having gone through with that formal
ity, at once prepared for a trial angling
trip. Mrs. Izaak Jr. concluded to accom-
pany me, and retired to her room to put on
her fishing attire. When she returned she
was attired in a rubber ulster and carried a
parasoL mildly Argued against the pro-
prety Of raising an umbrella in boat while
fishing, but to no avail. And then she
wanted to know if she had not better take
her knitting along in case the fish did not
bite. volunteered to send for this family
sewing machine. l think my satire was
useful, for the knitting was left behind.
We finally got safe into the boat, and in
the delight of the moment my spirits visibIy
rose as | T0Wed away toward the fishing
grounds. and l actually smiled to myself at
the pretty figure of Mrs Izaak Jr. and her
parasol, as she reclined comfortably in the
stern Of the boat. Reaching spot where l
thought we might take, fish, "heaved" the
for business. First l had TO put the min
now on Mrs. Izaak Jr.'s hook, which opera
tion she watched with great anxiety.
Don't it hurt the minnow to put hook
in it that wayY'
But | answered that it was no time to
moraliZe when one was on fishing eXcur-
sion, 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-fshing he must Leave his society for
the prevention of cruelty to animals at
home.
BY this time our lines were cast and /
settled down to the glorious expectancy of
getting bite. l had my back to Mrs.
Izaak Jr., when suddenly / heard her pole
splash In the water and my heart came in
to my mouth at the thought that she had
the first bite. l turned my head, and,
shades OF IZaak ST., must | say it, she had
let her pole fall into the water while at
tempting to raise her parasol. Igroaned in
wardly and fixed stony glare at my bob
Der, which obstnately refused to be pulled
under water. With the stubbornness born
of disgust l sat and sat; the sun was well
down in tie western sky; the bell at the
hotel was ringing for supper; a big
by the shore; the 1--WE got a bite"
came thrillingly to- my ears. The parasol
tumbled into the lake, there was struggle
with the pole, splash by the side of the
boat and Mrs. I2aak JT landed a bass at my
feet to be unlocked. She looked at me with
one of her old-time glances and asked if
didn't want to borrow her parasol, maybe
might get a bite then. "ParaSoll yes," |
ungraciously murmured, as l impaled an
other minnOw on the hook But why pro-
long the story. My score was goose egg;
Mrs. lZaak' was two bass. We were both
tired, and was told that l might go alone
in the morning, she had enough of fish
ing"
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 sweet manner, My dear, l had a
delightful time fishing this afternoon, and 1
think will go along with you in the morn
ing" But 0eterminedly protested against
such q 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 o'clock in the morning
She retorted that she didn't propose to fish
on an empty stomach; she was going to fish
from the boat" saw it was useless to
philosophically discuss the matter, SO
dropped it-Forest and Stream.