Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-11-15
heels, and put the rod in the doctors

heels, and put the rod in the doctors
hands. DR.. Williams resented the familiar
tty Of the action, but, utterly unprepared
for 1t and feeling himself at disadvantage,
wished that the rod had accidentally drop
ped into the river during the transfer, but
once it was in his grip he would have been
hut half man had he let go. 1t was
beautiful specimen Of the anglers outfit
light, sensitive and strong; and as he felt
it's tiny vibrations DR.. Williams actually
wished that he were fishing himself. 1t
brought back the careless joys of his boy
man who sat near him digging at his pipe
with a pocket knife, muttering half serious,
half comic objurgations on the comfort
giving article.
Suddenly the doctor wheeled about and
stood up. There is no sense in holding
rod with ones back to the stream. If one
must have rod in his unwilling hands he
might as well go the whole business and
attend to 1.-THE float was away under water,
and when it bobbed out of sight the doctor
had felt that thrilling CULVER along the pole
than which there is nothing to stir a mans
blood more keenly unless 1t be the gentle
pressure of a maiden's hand
Mr. Philbrick stopped digging his pipe
and looked on interestedly. The reel was
clicking merrily as the doctor wound and
wound, watching the water where the line
shot back and forth, and feeling the steady
tug of Mister Fish as he was drawn nearer
and nearer the surface. They caught a
flashing glimpse of his scaly body as he
turned frantically beneath the water. The
doctors forehead moistened with glorious
excitement
It's a dandy, Doc" exclaimed Mr.. Phil
brick. dropping knife and pipe and getting
down from the rail- Swing him close in and
I'll help you land him.
All thought of resentment had vanished
from the doctors mind. The tragedy of
human life disappeared in the struggle TO
overcome and destroy that inferior life in
the river. Intent upon this purpose. the doc
tor swung the pole carefully about until it
was parallel with the piazza. Then Mr..
Philbrick laid hold of the line and drew l.p
great perch, such prize as any angler
would be proud to lay on top of his basket
to exhibit to admiring eyes on his way home.
by jove! what luck you have, DOCTOR"
said Mr.. Philbrick, that's four times bet
ter than anything I've got so far"
half ashamed of himself now that the ex-
citement was over. and regretting the
feeling CT comradeshfp that the event call
ed forth.
Mr.. Philbrick seemed to feel that the
most cordial relations had been established
and as he unlocked the perch and rebait-
ed the hook. he chartered away in sports
manlike fashion, congratulating DR.. Will
iiams and even suggesting a days sport
together.
Throw in again, doctor?" he said in
tone that took it for granted that the doc
tor would gladly accept the opportunity
NO, thank you,' replied the doctor
awKwafdiy ao FIX your pipe and fish for
Il hate to discredit a man," laughed the
angler. but 1 could swear that you were
a genuine fisherman by the way you man.
aged that fellow"
The doctor was silent for a moment. while
Mr.. Philtrick resumed work upon his pipe
Then he said:
MIR. Phibrick, it is hard for me to dis
sulse my real feelings, or to be anything