Waterbury Democrat., 1901-08-06

nestly that he could not fail to over hear what they were saying.
 fought for 30 minutes" was the first thing that caught his ear, ''and when landed him he weighted four pounds and half.'
 Large mouth?'' inquired the sec ond youth.
 ''No, indeed. He had a small mouth and the gamiest fish I ever got a hook into"
 ''When are you going up?" asked the first man.
 ''Tm going on Wednesday evening to spend four days. You see, Thurs day's Memorial day, and we close at noon on Saturday anyway, so I'll only lose a day and half, and can get four days good fishing out of it''
 That evening when Elliot got home he took down the big tin box which contained his fishing tackle and over hauled its contents. There was a de- lightful memory in every reel and spoon hook. He oiled up his favorite multiplier and fitted together his pet bamboo casting rod. His wife had to call him several times to come to din- ner, and when he came she noticed that he seemed to eat with a better appetite.
 How do you feel tonight, Will 1iam?" she asked.
 "I believe I feel a little better,'' he said. ''The doctor says he thinks l need out-of-door exercise, and I think I'll stop in the morning on my way downtown and make few casts at the pool in Garfield park. But he couldn't decide what was the matter with me. I'm to see him again in a week"
 But when Elliot got to his office shortly before noon the next day he seemed to have suffered a relapse. He had spent an hour casting rub Der frog at the pool in Garfield park and there was an unnatural color in his cheeks. He was even more dis traught and nervous than before, and several times during the afternoon he got up from the desk, and, seiz- ing the light bomboo rod by the butt, made vicious lunges about the office with it and then smiled complacently to himself. His partner looking on in wonder half questioned whether or not poor Elliot was mentally .af- fected.
 Elliot left the office early and vis- ited a big downtown fish market, where he bought half dozen black bass, an eight-pound pickerel and a '.mess of croppies." When Mrs. FL Hot demonstrated with her husband for bringing home such wholesale supply of fish he was inclined to be angry
 'sYou know we'll enough he said, ssthat [ have no appetite. I can't eat a thing, and I'm losing flesh. You ought to be glad if I can find some thing which appeals to me. You seem to think there's nothing the matter with me. But I know Pm in serious condition. I'm nervous and restless. I've lost interest in my business, and >ne doctor is utterly unable to diag- nose the case. And here you are kicking because I bring home few fish. You ought to be ashamed of yourself Now let's have the crop pies fired for breakfast-I don't sup pose they'll taste like anything-and the pickerel baked for dinner"
 When Elliot went to the doctor the second time he felt that he was fast going into decline. The physician listened to him and then made thorough and searching examination.
 .It's strange, Elliott he said, final 1v, "but I can't tell for the life of me what's the matter with you. You are certainly suffering from an extreme l4 obscure disease. I'll give you a tonic. and I want you to telephone me as soon as you notice any new synptoms.r
 The next day was the Wednesday kefors Memorial day. and when EI-