The Saint Paul globe., 1904-11-13
Copyright by
S. S. MCCLURE co.

EzRE HON. W. H MCGUIRE sat
III on a log on the bank of Walnut
III creek, getting his parapher-
MALTA ready for days fishing
Already he had secured his bucket or
minnows, and had selected his ioca-
ton for angling, pool just above the
rifle bordered on the opposite side with
drooping willows that almost reached
down to dabble the ends of their over
hanging branches in the water. If
bass were to be found anywhere in
Walnut creek, by all indications it
should be right there.
At this particular moment he was
engaged in putting together his joint
ed bamboo rod. AS he lifted the third
section to screw it into place, he was
struck with a thought of such start
ling nature that he paused involun-
tarily and was soon lost in reverie. 1t
had suddenly come to him that he was
lost. had been lost for many years,
and that he had not realized 1t until
now.
Not bodily lost. He knew his pres
ent location, even to township, range
and section. Nor yet lost in a physi-
cal or moral sense. He was a very
Guire, and held In high esteem by his
fellow citizens, as the last November
vote had testified. But, as he sat
there, there came to him a sudden
memory from his boyhood days. He
had been so very, very busy these
past dozen years that he had hardly
given a thought to the old days.
Now he called to mind just how his
IN laot tQr
family Bible, written out in his fa-
theirs plain, old-fashioned hand. "Wil-
liam Henry, third son of John and
Mary MCGUIRE"
He thought of that September
morning when he had started for col
lege All the boys and girls of his set
were down to the go train to see him
off His last memory of their faces
was the glimpse he had from the car
window as tie train pulled out OF the
station. The boys had yelled Good
bv. Billy" and the girls had shouted
BE a good boy, Billy-boyi" and had
waved their handkerchiefs until shut
from sight by the curve around Grav-
eIback hill. Now the fact dawned
on him that was the last time he had
heard a friendly voice say BILLY"
III COlleSe he IdO DSCH pAdhh NJ
Guire During the time he was read
ing law in the office in the city he was
young Mcclure" Then, when ad-
mitted to the bar, he had hurried away
to the West to WOO fame and fortune;
had picked out the county seat as an
eligible place to begin, and, for time,
was w II. Mcclure, attorney. Later,
he became "our leading lawyer, Nc
Guire," and at last, 'our eloquent young
orator and present representative from
this county, the Hon. W. H. Mcclure y
AS he felt the breath OF the south
wind flowing up creek, and listened to
the whistling of the redbirds, he
thought. for the moment that he would
gladly give all his honors for the sake
of hearing the boys say BILLY in the
old. careless, affectionate way.
DO you care if I fish in this hole
too?"
Mcclure looked up. A ten-year- old
boy, with fishing pole across his
shoulder stood before him. The lad
had a sunburned face beneath his straw
hat. and his deep blue eyes set Nc
CURE puZzling as, to when and where
he had seen their like before. Aside
from the straw hat the boys wardrobe
consisted of the two essential garments
"a checked shirt and a pair of blue
denim overalls, held in place by soil
tary suspender
DO you care if I fish in this hole
too?" repeated the boy, not quite sure
whether or not the gentleman had
heard his first query.
Mr. Mcclure did not care. In fact