The Newtown bee., 1901-05-17

FOREMAN TO HIS TYPE. BITTEN
AGAINST THE MIGHTY PROTEST OF
THE PARTIES CONCERNED.
My friend, the editor, is a pretty
good sort of fellow: He is good
Athenian, for he is always seeking for
something new. The other morning the
bright idea seized him that he would
try something to him entirely new, go
fishing, for he does not know any
more about fishing than he does about
raising Bantam hens. Heis always
noted for haYing many lines out; and
this time hethought he would run out
an entirely new line-the tishline. I
have always considered him an angu-
lar chap, but nobody ever dreamed of
calling him an angler. Well, misery
always likes company. He knew be-
fore hand that he would have the
same luck that Peter did when he said
to Nathaniel, Thomas and the rest of
his hardy brethren, II go a-tishing."
Therefore, he got his foreman to go
along, for he supposed that the fore
man, at least, would make all things
right. Two wrongs, my dear editor,
never yet made a right; and two green
horns with the hook and line never yet
made the speckled beauties wink even
an eye. The foreman can make sweet
peas grow in three inches of solid mud;
but when it comes to the reel, really,
like Othello, his occupations gone.
Never mind, though, these two hon
est citizens went fishing. The editor
harnessed up the fine gelding that is
to appear in the remarkable show of
horse flesh on the Fair grounds May
rs, andoff he started for the Boulevard.
If any one had blinked one eye long
enough to peep through the crack of
the shutters and see the editor whirl-
ing by at that unearthly hour(he was
never known to do anything so rash in
early rising before), he might have
thought the quill-driver was going
down to the Boulevard to try his Jay
Eye See in a spin before any other
members of the Newtown Driving
club were around. The foreman heard
the thunder of rumbling wheels over
the smooth road and thought. another
thunder storm was smashing down his
chimney. This time he intended to
be on hand before the lightning and
appeared deshabille in the middle of
the floor before he realized that he
was awake. ''Hellov' roared the ,edi-
tor with the same stentorian tones
that he shouts in at the telephone
tube when he is asking the Danbury
News man why he stole that interest
ing item on the 200 chickens without
giving him due credit. ''Ill be wild
ye," motions the foreman, trying not
to disturb the sweet slumber of his
heir. The two were soon together.
They almost flew over the road. They
hardly knew they were going at all on
terra firma, so filled were their minds
with visions of the great catch they
would make. Yes, they would remem-
Der every one in the BEE office with a
nice mess of trout and even the
preacher and the doctor should not be
forgotten.
All! it's so with us all; don't call the
editor and his companion foolish. It's
beautiful country filed with mea-
dows of living green; there are flowing
| rivers sparkling in the sun; great
trees with heavy foliage hang low over
the rivers bed, making cool recesses
IN which to sit and dream; castles, ivy
mantled and turret crowned, here and
there lift up their solitary form,
That's the country of fancy's dream.
In it the flowers never fade, the
brilliant glories never pass from the
sky, the carol of birds ever makes the
woods vocal with tuneful melody, ole
age never comes on; but life is ever ex
panding and showing to us something
new to live for, some new love tx
cherish, some new hope to brighter
and some new golden day that is tt
dawn. That is the country Of fancy
but none of us ever live there. Oul
country is a very practical affair. It's
streets, if not paved with cobble
stones, are very hard and rough to rid
over; its hopes, Ikea great sun, arr
ever hurrying to the setting
and stern, hard-fsted realit,
is constantly showing us thai
this land in which we live is no land il
which to dream. The editor tool
along a big basket. His friends, t
ubono no ro1a tod the story SuSDacta
that it was taken for fish; but tn
BEE man, who always tells the truth
mildly limited TINT it was for oats &c
, the horse. Oh, we'll, the story sOo
comes to an end now, simply becaus
not much more was done; the who
thing was like the fortunes that wei
. made last week in Wall Street, most
J in prospect. Izaak Walton and h
mate went somewhere up in the Woo
where no fish ever thought of goin
= They padded around in a muddy pc
for awhile; they got their lines tangle
in the bushes; they broke all the cor
mandments; they thought theyI we
hungry and came home. Their wive
who had some suspicion of what W
going on, had the frying pans all rea'
. on the fire, ready for-they all co
cluded that scrambled eggs are t.
healthiest kind of food at this seas
- of the year anyway. | forgot to s
that on the way home the edit
looked to the rear Of the buggy a
q, said: Crank, where's your pole