Willmar tribune., 1903-01-14
FISHERMAN'S LUCK

copyright, 1901, by Lillian c. Paschal.1
"Well, my boy, your catch isn't very
big today, is it?'
June Devore was interested in the
long line Of boys fishing on the pier.
She glanced down in amusement from |
under her ruft1ed parasol. not at the !
kneeling figure in knickerbockers, but |
at the small box, nested in seaweed,
where squirmed some two inch ki1lies.
This isn't catch: it's bait" came in
peculiarly smothered tones from under
the golf cap.
pair of twinkling. boyish eyes
scanned with great interest the dainty
arch Of the colonial clad foot beside
him, with the faky foam of lace bill
lowing above, while his brown fingers
busted themselves with the bait
But the sweet voice above him broke
with pain and pity
"Oh, some of them are alive, and
they're such tiny baby fish. Please
put them back in the water Won't
you, please:''
Now, Frank Truitt had procured the
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and trouble over in Shark river, some
distance inland from the ocean, so he
naturally hesitatcd. Seeing this, the
girl opened her purse.
See here" she said. with a winning
smile; III give You this if you do. 1t
will buy enough tafy to make you and
all your friends here ILL., Ard she
held a bright coin down toward the
bashf,llly bowed head her ritying
eyes still intent on the baby lilIies
Franks friends were wont to say
that his bump Of humor was the most
fully developed on his Uranium. Any
how at this particular juncture it
stran :;led his conscience.
by Jove, it's worth it-such huge
joke to recount at the club" he thought
as with apparent reluctance he dropped
the innocent fresh water kiIlies into
their supposedly native clement.
The rest. you see, are quite dead"
said he humbly, with the air of re-
morseful culprit.
, Its too bad, but thank you so much
You are nice boy And for the first
: time she looked at him sQuarely, hold
: ing out the coin once more.
J A slender brown hand stole up anC
: grasped the money greedily. Thcr
: the nice boy rose to his feet, unfold
+ ing before her dismayed eyes as ht
did so five feet ten of masculine stat
+ ure, while he doffed the cap and dis
/ closed a clear cut, mustached face
] whose mirthful eyes shot laughin!
4 glances toward her flaming cheeks.
: 'Oh, l thought-I never dreamed'-
! And she fed down the pier toward th
t hotel
e When last flutter Of her white froc!
n had disappeared in the crowd along tn
t board walk. he replaced his cap an
+ turned the half dollar afec6onately i
e his hand, shaking the while with quie
l. laughter.
, From examining the prize he fell
scrutiniZing the hand which held it.
n was fine rather small. but deceptiv,
k as some of his college opponents ha
e learned TO their sorrow.
b 1T is a kids hand" he said in di
gust. or Il volnans but doctors ofte
2 have undersized fsts-1 wonder why
e The question in biology remained III
IT solved, for his small nephew ran U
d with catch, exclaiming:
n See. uncle, what kind of fish
se this?'
n Blue, with brown sp!ashes in EN-
,e was the reply which mystihed Fran
q, junior. Come. my lad l promise
l. your mother to have you at the hot
by s.
1t AS the little fellow trotted by b
ID side. carrying proudly aloft his stri1
n Of three small wea kfsh his unc
a glanced down and said quizzically:
MY boy, your catch isn't very b