The morning call., 1893-05-14
A TWINE FACTORY.
1t Frightened the Old Fisherman on
Whom the Boys Played Trick.

Boston Journal
There is queer old party who has been
fishing on I wharf nearly every day lately.
He wears an old SLOUGH hat, and his ancient
habliments are weighted down with thick
fade and real estate, with perhaps little
personal property" thrown in. he has
very rosy cheeks and nose. which are per
haps not wholly due to the saIu6rous
breeZes and general healthfulueSs of Fish
wharf. He is evidently one of those kind
of individuals that hive TO fish and OF fish
to live.
Saturday afternoon some of the boys"
thought they would play a little joke on
him. They waited until lie had wound the
end Of his line around the top of pile and
started down tile wharf TO get his hourly
booze"
They took big ball of Irvine, which they
had soaked thoroughly in bucket OF
dirty water to give IL an old appearance,
and attached a heavy sinker to 1t from the
center so as not TO hinder lis unwlhdlng
Then they went over to the corner OF the
wharf and iulled up the old fisherman s
line and, taking off the hooks, tied the end
of the ball Of Irvine neatly on the end OF
the fShiine and threw it overheard.
In few minutes the worthy fisherman
came meandering back and sat down on
the string piece and took his line again.
Ii was some time before lie got sufficiently
impatient in waiting for bite to pull in
his line; but lie did presently, and began
TO haul N. He pulled in yard after YARD,
and, his hooks not appearing he paused
and looked around him. No one was ap-
parently watching him.
Several urchaS were fishing near him
and from the stern of a schooner just at
his right, but they seemed intent upon
their lines. The stupid eOuntenance of the
ancient individual had puzzled express
sion as once more he graSped his line and
began to haul in vigorously. The line
came in just as vigorously as he hauled on
IT, aud when he had landed half "a mile of
string or so he stopped suddenly again and
his puzzled expression changed to one OF
wonder. If not alarm.
'B0yw lie called thickly to the lad that
was nearest to him, do you see me?"
"Of course | sees yer-1 amt blind"
Pm here on the wharf. f,hin'. amt II"
What yer giyin' DISCOURSE you is"
Il amt drunk, be ?"
"Naw-you're all right"
did have bite ~
Yes, guess so. Why don't yer pull up
an see ?"
Pull up an ace. Oh. certainly, must
pull up"
Again he tackled his line desperately.
Yard after yard he pulled in until he had
Il little mountain of string beside him, and
then ne paused for rest.
Say. boy. come an fish for me, will
yer?"
self?"
Pull in yer line, quickl dere's some
ting on yer hook now" led another
urchin. as he rose TO his feet and ran over
to the old fisherman.
Under the spur of this excitement the
now bewlldered and befuddled angler
seized his lire with do-or-die expression
depicted upon his wondering features.
and, staggering 10 his feet, began to pull
in the line hand over hand in most rapid
and frantic manner, MS If his very life de-
pended upon the result.
Still the endless yards came on like the
march of the centuries, so 10 speak. until
finally. in anaZement and despair. the
dsZed fisherman dropped the line rs he
hoarsely muttered:
IF Dayy Jones has started Irvine fac
tory he amt goin to rope me in for an
agent. Some O. You other fellers can have
the job"