The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-04-30
George Gets Out of a scolding.

by Jovel 1 forgot to order that meat ."
cried a man with new spring suit and a
natty derby hat. as he stepped on an owl"
ear on the North Clark street line at o'clock
last Sunday morning, saws the Chicago Tri-
bune lie was night railroad man, and had
just finished his eight hours OF toll.
Maud told me 70 order some meat for our
Sunday dinner, when 4 left the house yester-
day afternoon to go TO the races. he eX-
planned to friend who lived on Erie street.
as the car started north under the bright rays
OF the sun just rising out Of the lake. i
haven't thought Of It since; and when l get
home and she learns we are to have no meat
for dinner, she will dress me down beauti-
fully. She says men don't know anything
ABOUT marketing anyhow; and / guess she's
right. Well. my head was filled with horses
yesterday. How could l think about ordering
meat"
When the car ha1 rolled along beside Lin.
coin park. green from recent rains. as far as
Center street, a man emerged from the trees
carrying large string OF perch, whose scales,
fresh from the water shone like disks OF bur
ntshed silver, The fisherman took a seat In
the car, laying his still wriggling beauties on
the floor.
"Pshaw!" exclaimed the railroad man
under his breath, If 1 hadn't stopped carry
ing more than carfare, TO keep myself from
buying cigars, could get out of my scrape
now. Maud is fond of perch. Why. she sug-
geSted that get some for dinner today, if
could find fresh ones. OH for quarter to
buy some of theseu'
Limits" ter's we goo o." bawled the
conductor, as the ramshackle car stopped at
the end OF its journey.
The fisherman picked up his string and
started slowly up Clark street The railroad
man followed closely, his eyes riveted on the
dentzenS from the lake.
Fine lot of perch you have there OBJ
served the railroad man catching up with the
fisherman.
Yep
"Wherd you catch them"
out on de new pier"
Why, you must nave eight or ten pounds
there:'
Ten pound! Wy. man, deres twenty-five,
et dere one, Best heft dat string. will yoG?'
We'll! Well, l should saw there was
twenty-five pounds there" said the railroad
man, as he lifted the wrlgglers. Then a
tholRht struck him and he smiled. why,
nate TO see you carrying so much when l am
not carrying anything he ventured Suavely.
Here. slip my cane through the string loop
and let me carry half the load foryou.'
The strange companions walked silently
side by side, the tails of the lowest fish trail
ing line OF water drops along the sidewalks.
AT Belmont avenue the fisherman broke the
silence
Dis is where turns off Afore I go
wonders eff you won't take some of desc fish
fer helping Teller. DeY 5 good eatin'.'
We'll, my dear fellow" replied the railroad
man, really didn expect to be favored. -,
Den you wants SOmet'
Why yes; my wife is exceedingly fond OF
perch.
The fisherman counted out ten and showed
signs of stopping, when the railroad man OBJ
served IN deprecatory manner:
Don't rob yourself, my dear fellow"
Then the fisherman strung ten more on the
Irvine he had cut for the purpose.
80 George. dearl" cried Maud at dinner,
you are the best kind of a husband You
were so thoughtful to get just what have been
dying for. Twenty lovely perch! You shall
have kiss for every one 1 eat"
And the hypOcrite never told.