The Canton times. (Canton, Miss.) 1893-1906, 1896-06-19

many years before, and treasured ac-
cordingly. The plowman examined ii
long and critically. Then he gave his
verdict. Its the brawest rod ever
saw, wi fine hickory butt, an guild
greenhert tap and middle. It wad cast
the sma'est flee, and baud the biggest
troot"
"Weel," said the farmer, genially
smiling, I'VE have half-holiday the
morn when we gang 10 the poll. There,ll
be plenty O. time in the evening to try
cast wit. I'll lend it We for the day."
The mans face frightened. II wad
TAX it vera kindly" he said, ''if We wad.
My ain yin is no muckle worth, and. as
ye say, I'll haze time for cast the morn's
NIGHT"
"Dinna mention if. Did l ever let We
see my fee book? Here it is" and he
produced thick flannel book from a
drawer. There's maist miscellaneous
collection, for a. waters an weathers.
got heap O. them frae auld Lord
Manorwater, when l was laddie, and
used to carry his, basket"
But the plowman needed him not. be-
ing deep in the examination of the mys-
teries. Very gingerly he handled the
tiny spiders and hackles, surveying
them with the eye of a connoisseur.
IF there's anything there We think at
a like the water, I'll be verra pleased if
yen try't."
The other was somewhat put out by
this extreme friendliness. At another
time he would have refused shame
facedly, but now the love of sport was
in him. "Ye're far over guild" he said:
'Ihae twae patrick wings are the vera
things | want, an djnna think I've ony
II hame. I'm awfu' grateful to We, an
III bring them back the morn's NIGHT"
"Guid-e'en," said the farmer. as he
opened the door, IAN 1 wish We NAV hae
! guild CATCH" And he turned in again. 6
milling sardonically.
The next morning was like the last
ave that little wind had risen. which
lew freshly from the west White
loudlets drifted across the blue, and the
If was as clear as spring water. Down t
the hollow the roaring torrent had .
unk to full, Tipping stream, and the O
olor had changed from turbid yellow
clear, delicate brown. In the town
I Marchthorn, it was day of wild ex- a
;tement, and the quiet Clachlands road Il
ustled with horses and men. The Ia. r
orers in the fields scarce stopped to
'ok at the passers, for in the afternoon Z;
ley too would have their chance. when
1ey might journey to the town in all =,
Importance, and record their opinions 8,
the late government. ~
The plowman of Clachlands spent n w
Dubbed forenoon. His nightly dreams
ad been of landing great fish, and now b,
s waking thoughts were of the same. b.
oiitics for the time were forgotten. di
ms was the day to which lie had IN
oked forward for so long, when he sc
as to have been busted in deciding
'ubtful voters, and breathing actiy.
INTO the ranks of his cause. And Iol de
e day had come and found his ba
oughts elsewhere. For all such things l<r
e, at the best, of feeting interest. and sa
not stir men otherwise than senti- m,
entaily; but the old, kindly love of da
ld-sports, the Joy in the smell of the a :,
rub and the living air, lie very CLOSE "a.
a mans heart. So this apostate. as he
aned his turnip rows, was filled with
excitement of the sport, and had da,
thoughts above the memory of mast sv,
Pioits and the anticipation Of greater The
come. -.