Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1899-12-28
A Local Paragraph.


can people to act. Shall fifty million
patriots sit supinely by and let con-
scienceless rascals tear the stars of
glory from the flag they love and
trample it's proud folds of crimson and
white into the nire of national dis
! honor? Not while the deeds of '76
still shine through the mists of years
ia unexampled splendor. Not while
the memories of 81 yet live in the
hearts that thrilled with the stress of
that heroic struggle. Not while"-
Joel Snively, editor of the Meloogic
Monitor, laid down his pen with a
sigh.
Outside the dusty little window the
green waters of the bay were sparkling
in the sunshine. A keen north breeze
was dril .nS great budding masses of
white-sh1Eldered clouds over field of
dazzli'.g azure, and only a man who
loved the sport with the whole-souled
earnC stness that filled his entire be-
ing could know hew the fish must be
biting on such a morningi Oh, to be
out on that cleaning expanse armed
with rod and line, with only the sun
and clouds for company and thousand
pounds or so of gamy vertebrates play
ing about within easy reach of his cum
ming hook
But also, it was Friday morning. On
Saturday some two hundred inpatient
subscribers would expect the weekly
dish of personal, political and intel
lectual Dahu1IIu which bic faoiIo NO.,
mad long served to them on that day,
with more or less punctuality, accord
ing to the season. His duty clearly
held him to his post at such a time
though inclination, would, how
ever, have led him elsewhere.
So, with another lingering glance at
the scene without, Mr.. Snively took up
his pen and resumed the stirring APP
peal which was to awaken fifty million
patriots to action and incidentally con-
vince the republicans of Meloogic that
it was their duty to vote for Joe Grid
ley for poundmaster.
SO engrossed did the editor becon in
this pleasing task that he did not
hear step upon the creaking stair
known at once that it was a woman
and lady who was approaching, for
long and often painful experience had
enabled. Mr.. Snively to determine
with unerring accuracy what sort of
person was climbing the somewhat
perilous ascent to the editorial sane
tum almost as soon as his foot touch
ed the first step.
But for once the editor did not hear
the soft football on the stair. so he
was very much surprised and not
little disconnected when a fresh.
sweet voice, almost at his elbow, said
Good morning Mr.. Snively," and look
ing up he beheld his neighbor, Mrs.
Tracy, her plump figure buttoned into
the trimmest of blue serge yachting
suits, her smiling face shaded by
wide-brimmed hat and in her hand a
fish pole, pointed, brass-tipped, elegant
the very perfection of dainty useless
ness.
Without waiting for response TO
her greeting she briefly made known
her errand. She was anxious for a
days fishing and had been told of an
Elysian spot, where the fish were so
plentiful they were actually to be had
for the asking. Unluckily, however.
her own boat had not come. so she had
ventured to ask if, in case he was not
using it, Mr.. Snively would be so kind
as TO lend her his yawl, it being impos-
sible to hire one in the village.
Mr. Snively was delighted Mrs.
Tracy was a pretty widow of uncertain
age but no uncertain charm. who had
taken the cottage next to the editors
own some six months before. In the
course of a rather desultory acquaint-
ance the genial bachelor whose ideas
Of the fair sex covered that his fair
neighbor was a CHEEKY little body of
sound political views and excellent
literary tastes from the first she had
been a prompt and paying subscriber
70 the Monitor), but beyond that his
imagination had not scared. Now
however. behold the pretty widow in
rested with wholly new interest. She
was fond of fishing,