Gulf Coast breeze. [volume] (Crawfordville, Fla.) 1897-19??, 1900-05-25

found himself associating them In
some way with fried fish, and In an In.
slant recognized them as boys who
had brought some fiue trout to the
hotel q day or two before.
He thought they seemed anxious Ia
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, Hodl What you 'fraid
OFF" +.
The boys approached, and one Of
them said ditfidently:
I'VE thought p'r'aps you might like
to look at our card"
''Your card2" echoed Mr.. Everett,
at the same time accepting q square
piece Of tasteboard on which was
written the following:
RAYMOND BROS.
GUIDES TO FISHING GROUNDS.
TERMS REASONABLE.
Mr.. Everett was somewhat mysti-
aed, and looked at the boys inquir-
ingly.
eve. 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.
1--WE know just where they are aud
how to catch them" added the other.
"Oh, you are the Raymond broth
ers. are your"
eyes, sir. I'm Horace and he's
Henry"
"Ah, Il sec. but I'm afraid shouldn't
another time, (" said Mr.. Everett, try
ing hard to aud some difference in the
looks OF the brothers. III QYhinfnoI
bare lou lgvv1s o. 8did5l';' and
what are your terms?"
"We're just beginning" answered
Horace.
"We'd take what you thought was
right" said Henry.
"Sit down, boys, and let MS talk il
over" said Mr.. Everett, who found
his new acquaintance amusing.
The conversation was satisfactory,
and Mr.. Everett finally said.
81 have been fishing considerably
since I have been here, but have had
poor luck. If you think You can show
me some really good sport I will go
with you, and will pay you for your
day. 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 lie 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
fisherman'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 ii, q "broken-
down old man." But as lie dragged
his aching limbs toward home, he was
the owner of the finest string of front
and pickerel that had ever gladdened
his eyes.
As they began their walk home, Mr..
Everett said:
swell, boys, think that / can rec
ommend you as stars in your profess.
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
graycolt at home, names Gray Eagle,
and he's got speed"
"We thought he was oil spawned
mp when pa bought him." observed
Henry, parenthetically.
"He's all right now," Horace went
on, we've been training him"
"Tnke him ont on the fair track
most every night after milking" said
Henry.
''Go like the wind, the colt will.
Horace continued, latter we've got
lJm down to his work."
"Yes?" said Mr.. Everett. Sand
ri at has all this to do with wanting |
,ame money!"
SWELL" replied Horace, "the town
'ni. comes on mex. week, and we want |
% enter the colt for race in the
bree minute class"
"Horses that never trotted better'n
.tsee minutes in public" Henry ex-
fIsined.
ana You have to pay to enter
have to hire gig"
.sn an l seel" said Mr.. Everett.
alSnt this?" pP'A " know