The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1895-08-18
A DAY OFF.
NIT. W:sElesworth Takes His Wife on a
Fishing Trim.


Wigglesworth ut breakfast
They started for the shore with COM
fortably filed lunch basket, and on the
way Mr.. Wigglesworth stopped at Il
store and bought two poles, with an cx-
traordinary accompaniment of lines and
hooks
The tide was low and the lodges, Gov
cred with clinging seaweed, looked cool
and inviting AT tho very first step
Mrs. Wigglesworth' S feet slipped on the
Shiny weeds, and she broke nearly al
the crockery i'll the lunch basket.
That's the way" cried her husband,
that's the way to start III, jarring the
rocks and soaring the fish away %
I'm sure 1 didn't mean to-" sobbed
Mrs. Wigglesworth helplessly. "and I
should think You might help me up
Which Mr.. Wigglesworth did with
more haste than was entirely necessary,
SO that his wifc's hair came down and
she had to get out upon smooth ground
to adjust herself. Meantime Mr. Wig
ellsworth was overhauling and adjust
ing the tackle
Where's that bait box?" he called,
after fruitless search
They found it eventually in the lunch
basket, but Mrs. Wigglesworth' fall
had involved it considerably with the
refreshments, and it took some time to
find sound worm large enough to fiji a
salt water hook. AS he cast his line into
the water his wife got back.
where's my line:" she asked
Mr. WiUu lpSNvnr,tb i1,1irotol will, q
jerk of tbs elbow, and swooping down
upon it Mrs. Wigglesworth put the hook
through her thumb. The shrieks she
gave sent Mr.. Wigglesworth's line fly
ing i'll the air, and the hook attached it
self to an overhanging tree.
what yc try TO act out?" he snapped,
yanking ut his pole.
"Oh, do come take this hook away! -
implored Mrs. Wigglesworth through
her tears. cit hurts awfully."
well, s'posc it does?" comforted her
husband. THAT any reason ye should
go yelling out like that and make mo
lose my lire? Might have slipped off
these rocks and been drowned, startling
me that way''
Not without considerable pain was
the flesh imbeddcd hook released borne,
however, with much philosophy by Mr.
WiSSlesworth, and then he sent Willie
into the tree for his own hook, with
which, after a season, that young man
returned. wearing it in his trousers, and
whence it was cut out with Il knife.
ooh, dear, - said Mrs. Wigglesworth
after long silence, my wrists are
blistering drcadfuliy!'
"Shr' Missed her husband. Eve got
a biter
"O-o-o.h-h" screamed Mrs. Wiggles-
worth, Historically pulling up her line.
"Where is it-where is it, Ellery:"
"Where is it?" howlcd Mr. Wiggles-
worth. where d'yc think it was-over
behind Moody mountain? Reckon it's
on Hurricane island don't We? Mebbe
ye think it's OH the GreeDbacl ticket?
What ye want to go and make IL splatter
for and scare him OFF,"
Il didn't go to, }" protested Mrs. Wig
ellsworth. WAS there one on your
hook"
"Was therc?" clustered her husband.
well I should say! Biggest fish I've
seen since l was boy. Bet he weighed
nine pounds. -
"Oh. won't that be splendid:" ex.
claimed Mrs. Wigglesworth "We'll
have him for dinner tomorrow Put
your hook right down again, Ellery, and
catch him.
But the nine pound fish had adjourn
ed when the hook got back there. Time
Jagged on The sun discovered Mrs.
Wigglesworth' nose and began lifting
the skin from it, while every few min
utes she would draw up her hook, utter
note of establishment and dismay and
hand it up to Mr.. Wig2lcswor.h for a
new bait. Now ard then she would
catch it i'll the rocks, and Mr.. Wiggles-
worth, at the peril of drowning, would
Chamber painfully down the weed clad
prccipice and effect its release. His gar
ments We're glued to him with the heat,
and there were indications of falling
barometer and local disturbance.
Then something tuggcd at his line.
"Great Scott!' he shouted "It's the
biggest fish on the coast -
So it was, but it was on his wife's
hook. and their lines were crossed and
he didn't know it. Mrs Wigglesworth,
feeling the tug, turned and started up
tho rocks, screaming loudly.
Let go yer pole!' yelled her hus-
band. "What We trying to do:"
But Mrs. Wigglesworth only ran tho
harder, grasping the pole firmly and Civ
ing it mighty toss. The fish at tho
other end Of the line was thus sent fly
ing through the air. and, catching the
frenzied Wigglesworth i'll the face, slid
around that gentleman neck, winding
the line after it, and with a cry of
wrath he went down on the rocks, put
his feet and 2rms in tho mir mud clnfch-