The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1903-12-31

/OU remember was telling you
that when had got to good
fishing at last I was shocked
to see Bill Diggs and Mr.. Diggs'
brother coming down the path? Well,
sir, l felt that my fishing was over for
that day. Everything lovely and here
comes the Jonahs. They spied me and
Mr.. Diggs' brother was about to speak
when Bill Diggs drew him away. Bill
Diggs was still sore from cur last
fiasco and l was in pretty bad humor
myself, so they passed by unnoticed by
me. And yet human curiosity was too
much for all of US and I couldn't help
watching them from the corner of my
ere. y
They went a short distance up the
stream to where there was an old boat
and rowed over to just opposite me.
The stream was not wide and I could
hear Bill Diggs say, "Just our luck, bet
two dollars we don't catch thingp
Mr.. Diggs' brother was silent. They
began to fish and Mr.. Diggs' brother
caught fish to fare ye well. Even
Bill had luck, and as for me, well, was
James Itsky. One right after another
for q half hour, good big fish. None of
your old snide fish, but long boys. Then
the fishing opposite became very San
Antonio. Nothing doing except swear
ing. As for me, had it all my way.
Believe mel
Bill DiGgs watched with jealous eyes
and then began to argue with his
brother. Finally they quit and got in
the boat, rowed over and had the nerve
to locate within ten feet of me. kept
stringing the shiny boys and Mr.. Diggs'
brother got the swing Of it after while
and we two soon had the game beat.
Bill Diggs trailed along rank outsider.
Easy to see he wouldn't be in at the
finish. Mr.. Diggs' brother and / were
all the money. Bill Diggs quit and
pulled out pipe and struck match.
The match went out. Bill Diggs dug
for another, and then dug again. Moth
ing doing. Then his brother dug. Nix
on the matches. I felt it was up to me.
And it was. "Ask him yourself" said
Mr.. Diggs' brother. Bill finally did.
.tSay," he said, "eot match p ~
handed him one. Then it was Bill
Diggs with the salve. ..t
SAINT sore, ara you ?"
didn't reply.
"Cause it was just as much your fault
as mine last week."
I.grew magnanimous.
"Mr. Diggs, I am willing to let by
cones be wentbys, especially since 1 am
lucky for once, and since you have quit
fishing, have hopes of continued good
fortune" said I.
Bill smoked in silence, but as was
SO lucky he eventually cast out and
now and then caught miserable spe-
cimen. Then came the turning. Bill
caught fish while we wasted bait. And
soon he had as big bunch sof fish as
we.
Honestly it grew monotonous. Luck
was tiresome. While we were specnlat-
ing on the envy our friends would
manifest upon our return to the city,
an old col0red auntie came to where we
were. She had q red handkerchief on
her head snd wore checked gingham
apron. Needless to say shs was fat
They always are. She had fishing
pole in her hand and halted by onI
side.
"How do, aunty," said I.
"Oh. jest tobberel," said she.
aGoing to fish ?" s.
aYes indeedy, I fishes every day
Dis yere's my fishing hole and ell dem
fish in dar is mine."
"WonderfulW said l.
sHow come you all git to dis yere
placer" said she.
4Oh, we just naturalIy came along
and thought we'd try our luck."
sWell. you eli had better Jest fix t.
naturally git out of yere. 'csuse dil
yere's my fishing hole and ebery last