Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1900-06-07

s Mr.. JObSOn Goes Fishing ;
HNERs. JoBsoN," said Mr.. Jobson

hkFRS. JOBSON," said Mr.. Jobson,
IV after he had finished reading
the paper on Saturday evening, what
would you rather do or go a-fshin'?'
Mrs. Jobson wasn't familiar with
the phrase, and she had to pass.
eyes, l am sane," went on Mr.. job
son, observing Mrs. Jobson's puzzled
look. "You are liable to railroad me
across the eastern branch to the big
government institution sooner or
later, Mrs. Jobson, but I'm sane, all
right. Here's what l mean: This is
the beauteous spring season. There
fore it is the foolish season for fish.
Fish bite in spring in the upper Po-
tomac. Likewise, nature is now as
Stunning her loveliest robes. propose
that we get skiff tomorrow MORN
ing, row ten or Is miles up the upper
Potomac, drink in the beauty of the
unfolding LEAKAGE, and catch barrel
of fish. I'll do the rowing"
Mrs. Jobson kept at her honiton lace
work very industriously.
Aren't you afraid there might be
some danger in rowing now that you
have grown so stout, and" she be-
gan after pause.
ooh, that's it," interrupted Mr.. job
son. "You are of the opinion that it
is my purpose to get you in boat,
pull her out to the middle of the river
and scuttle her; or else you think that
don't know any more about rowing
than 1 do of the Higher and Nobler-
one or the other. Mrs. Jobson, l never
won any diamond SOULS for rowing,
and 1 don't pretend that l can beat
a Norfolk boat down to Old Point in
an outrigger; but l can row, Mrs.
Jobson-you don't want to let that
fact get away from you; | can row,
all right. And l can fish, too. And
when you're throwing out jibes about
people getting stout and puffy aid
things like that, permit me to remind
you that the passing of the years is not
leaving you exactly so sylph-like as
you were when 1 came along and res
cued you from single blessedness. l
may not be quite so Slim Jimmy and
quick on my pins as l was couple
O. years ago, but If 1 can't pull the
both of us up to where the falls be-
gin on the upper Potomac, without
taking long breath, and then turn
against the tide, you can present my
name for membership in the Fat
Mems club, that's all
Thus it came about that shortly
after nine o'clock on Sunday morn
ing Mr.. and Mrs. Jobson, with a
plethoric basket of lunch, appeared at
| the foot of one of the Georgetown
streets. where Mr.. Jobson rented lines
and sinkers and bought enough bait
to fit out Gloucester fishing smack
for the Great Banks, and negotiated
for boat.
81 don't want any of your tubs, "
said Mr.. Jobson to the boatman.
Gimme a shipshape looking craft,
that's got some style about it-none Of
these here clumsy outfits that look
like Dutch frigates in gale O. wind"
"Well, I've some nice outriggers,
said the boatman, looking Mr.. job
son over out of the tail of his eye,
"put they're a bit hard to manage, II
you amt used to 'em, and"
"Are, hey?" said Mr.. Jobson. "Well,
II there's any one thing that L can
do besides smoking ana not piayH"i
on the cornet, it's'just toying with al
ontrigger That's what 1 had il
mind-an outrigger. Gimme the long
est and lowest and rakishest ont
you've got in the barn, and you'll SCI
whether 1 can manage it or not"
"But," interposed Mrs. JObson
after she had made some furtive ges
lures to the boatman, haven't yo'
often read of accidents with tina
kind of boat, and aren't they"
''Do we do business, and do l &c
that outrigger?" said Mr.. Jobson, Sc
yerely, to the boatman, who had M
alternative but to produce the styl
of boat that was demanded of him
Mrs. Jobson got into the stern sheet
with many misgivings and with tn
look of one who is breathing silen
prayers, but Mr.. Jobson stepped heav
lily in with the air of a deep water
heavy weather cox'un of pirate cap
tsin's gig.
"Just pass me those oars" he com
manded the boatman, and then tn
boat was showed off. Mr.. Jobson dui
the right oar into the water as il i
was an oyster tong, and famed tn
air with the left. The boat careene'
to the right, and Mrs. Jobson emitted
little scream of alarm. Mr.. Jobsol