The Cairo bulletin., 1905-09-05

m gong to let YOU be Billy, an,
I'm giving you a great social boost
for Billy's father owns the stor,
and is a deacon. Mother makes en-
haustiye inquiry concerning tn,
health Of ell your relatives, and yol
humble Yes'm to each query. Ia
Their goes right on reading; he don
notice boys much.
Ter ask him?' you whisper.
Haint yet, | whisper in return.
When yer goin ter?'
Pretty quick.
ASK him now, cant yer?'
"Wait on a bit.
Am waitin, amt II
"And you do wait, until finally ia
Their lays the paper in his lap, and
glancing over our way, seems for Tho
first time to become aware Of YOU
/ presence.
Hello, Billy. How's your father?
he inquiries.
ies'm. I--I-mean yessir.' you
answer. But father don't seem tc
notice your breax. and once more
| takes up the paper.
"'Quckl Ask him now, you say
giving me pinch
Thus admonshed, make the
plunge
Say, pa! Billy wants me ter 60
er-ilshin' with him ter-morrer.
Father lays the paper in his lad
again, and there Is GREATNESS silence
while he meditates,
The corn in the south lot needs
hoein' bad, John, he says, finally.
That's a heart breaker-and a
back breaker. The south lot stands
for not less than eight hours of work
But when ali seems lost. who should
come to the rescue but mother.
Now, father, says this blessed
advocate. do let the boy go; seems
like you've forgot what boy you was
fer fshin',
And father gives in, and seems
sort Of glad Of 1t. | reckon what
mother said about his goin er-fishin',
sort Of set him to thinking.
with whoop We rush out Of the
house and around to the woodshed,
whore we secure a spade and tin
can and go prospecting for worms.
Then you tell me Of rotten stump
in Deacon Bassetts orchard that
chock fun er grubs sockin big fell
lers, and we get a lantern from the
barn-it's quite dark now and go
cross lots to the deacon's orchard.
We're tired enough when we get
you're going to sleep with me
and we 90 to bed early, ana to sleep
quickly for we must be up long be.
fore the sun It seems AS II we had
only got to sleep when there's knock
at the door and mothers voice call.
ing;
Come, boys, it's most five
O'Clock
when we reach Myrick's pasture wo
separate, you going to Jones' woods,
while | so to the woods beyond
Browns Holler You having elected
to fish one branch and the other Of
silver brook The first at the june.
ton waits for the other fellow, and
when we get together Wen eat our
lunch.
soon | am in action You and
having reached the ago Of IT, we no
longer reckon horned poat and perch,
or even pickorel, as worthy Of our eff.
forts were after trout.
,,.,.e, Tfl t,,t - 49,.
They're 50 white that even the most
sleepy.eycd trout must see them. So
the grub IS artisticelly draped upon
the hook and | step cautiously into
the icy water which sets my blood a.
tingling, select a promising rifle,
and drop the cleaning bait,
AS IL disappears there comes the
electric thrill With a quick move.
mont ! set the hook and feeling him
still there ! sock it to him In other
words, carefully avoiding the switch
ing Of overhangng foliage. and with.
ont disturbing single pebble under
my feet There may be other trout
in that hole), | land him high and
dry on the banka beauty weighing
almost pound.
Il had rs and you had 20 specB1ed
beauties vowed that three of yours
were under size. and we quarreled all
through lunch.
Later we fshed down the brook
side by sideit was good.sizcd
stream below the junction and AL
evening we reached home happy. hun
cry and tired and mother gave
us ripping good supper and IA.
thor took good deal of notice OF
us. and said to let him know the
next time we thought Of going fishing.
mot very exciting yarn, Is it?"
said the country.bred man. as he
pushed back his chair
"No,' replied his friend, cts not SO
very exciting, but almost wish | had
been Billy,s--N. Y Sun.