Republican news item. [volume] (Laport, Pa.) 1896-19??, 1900-05-03


alike as two peas in a pod. Then he
found himself associating them in
some way with fried fish, and in an in
stant recognized them as boys who
had brought some fine trout to the
hotel a day or two before.
He thought they seemed anxious to
speak to him, but lacking in conf
dence. So he smiled in way that
was meant to be encouraging. Then
he heard whisper:
''Go ahead, Hod! What you 'fraid
of?"
The boys approached, and one of
them said ditfidently:
"We thought p'r'aps you might like
to look at our card"
''Your card?' echoed Mr.. Everett,
at the same time accepting a square
piece of pasteboard on which was
written the following:
RAYMOND BROS.
GUIDES TO FISHING GROUNDS.
TERMS REASONABLE.
Mr. Everett was somewhat mysti-
fed, and looked at the boys inquir-
ingly.
1--WE didn't know but you might
like to have us take YOU round to some
good fishing places, said the one who
had offered the card.
''We know just where they are and
how to catch them, added the other.
''Oh, you are the Raymond broth
ers, are you|'
eyes, sir. I'm Horace and he's
Henry"
"Ah, see, but m afraid l shouldn't t
another time" said Mr.. Everett, try
ing hard to find some difference in the
looks of the brothers. ''How long
have you been acting as guides, and
what are your terms:"
Were just beginning" answered
Horace.
"We'd take what you thought was
right" said Henry.
''Sit down, boys, and let us talk it
over," said Mr. Everett, who found
his new acquaintances amusing.
The conversation was satisfactory,
an | Mr.. Everett finally said:
81 have been fishing considerably
since have been here, but have had
poor luck. If you think you can show
me some really good sport l will go
with you, and will pay you for your
lay. How will next Saturday suit
you?"
Next Saturday would suit the boys
first rate, they said, and they went on
their way in high spirits.
Mr.. Everett, who had been spending
some weeks at the cosy Hillside
House, thought that he had pretty
thoroughly tested the fishing privi-
leges of the region roundabout, but
he found his mistake on that Saturday.
The "guides" not only had the true
isherman's instinct, but they knew
intimately every stream and pond for
miles around, and they led their young
gentleman jaunt which left him at
night, as he expressed it, "broken-
down old man." But as he dragged
his aching limbs toward home, he was
the owner of the finest string of trout
and pickerel that had ever gladdened
his eyes,
AS they began their walk home, Mr..
Everett said:
"Well, boys, think that / can rec
ommend you as stars in your profes-
sion. By the way, how did you hap
pen to take up the guide business?"
''Well," began Horace, 1--WE wanted
some money awfully. We've got a
gray colt at home, names Gray Eagle,
and he's got speed"
up when pa bought him." observed
Henry, parenthetically.
Hes all right now," Horace went
on, "we've been training him.
'Take him out on the fair track
most every night after milking" said
Heury.
''Go like the wind, the colt will. :"
Horace continued, latter we've got
him down to his work..
"Yes?" said Mr.. Everett. "And
what has all this to do with wanting
some money!"
"Well," repliel Horace, 'the town
fair comes on next week, and we want
to enter the colt for a race in the
three minute class"
''Horses that never trotted better IL
three minutes in public" Henry ex-
planned.
"And you have to pay to enter a
horse for race, and besides, we shall
have to hire gig"
'Ah, seel" said Mr.. Everett.
''Does your father happen to know
about this?"
''No. Pa dou't know anything
about it yet, answered Henry, with
some embarrassment.
''But he won't care," said Horace,
earnestly. "We want to kind of sur
prise him. He's deacon, pa is, but
lie says that the trots at our fair are
we'll enough"
"Ain't no pool-seling or anything,
you know" observed Henry.
Hes, one OF the trustees of the fair
himself, added Horace, ''but all lie
cares for is cattle and sheep and butte,
and such things"