Evening star., 1907-11-02
A FAMOUS FISHERMAN.
BY ANNE ARCHER.

1t was amazing to the family how
many fish Frank caught during the sum-
mer they We're at Finelands. He would
go out Ike the famous Sir Izaak Walton
with his book and his fishing rod and
come home with string of spoils. The
studous. absent-minded boy became
hero in the little village. for fishing and
solfng were the sports of the neIghbor-
hood, and the Copelands excelled In both.
Madeline was the boiler, and her many
miles of earnest tramping won her
champions place at the club. But this
was not so wonderful for Madeline was
an energetic. Wide-awake girl, and peo-
pie were not startled, as In Franks case
The boys in the town literally sat at his
feet in respectful admiration for never
had such prowess been known; but Frank
never boaSted, and to telling his meth
ods-he only smiled in his absent way
with his finger between the pages of his
book.
No, that would never do" he said.
you'd all come crowding to my favorite
nook and scare away the fish; I'm sure
the lake is big enough 20 corner them
somewhere else Feeling the justice of
this, in their boy fashion they sheered
off and left him in peace.
Not so Madeline; Frank, being her
brother. was only human. Suppose ne
did catch a lot of fish-that wasn't any
more remarkable than her golf playing
and she didn't wave people away in that
grand manner. She was quite willing to
show her methods.
Take me with YOU" she said one morn
ing Frank stepped into the boat. Il
can help with the bait. for you know
you hate squirmy things and 1 don't
mind"
No, not today: you'd spoil the sport
and this is an ideal morning" and TAX
ing the oars he pulled off before she had
time to demonstrate.
Madeline watched until his boat had
disappeared around a bend in the lake.
and, jumping into ker own Pre- ty name
sake. moored close to the dock. she deter
mined to follow and watch the renowned
fisherman at his laborS.
Where you going?" called Mrs
Copeland from the piazza, catching sight
of Madeline's scarlet sweater the boat
shot by.
Just up the bend after Frank" Made
line shouted; Il won't be back to lunch
If I'm hungry, I'll beg fish and cook
1t in the open. Good bye"
Mischief entered the girls soul; she did
not join her brother though she soon
| traced him to the lovely little cove over
which he claimed sovereignty. She could
see his coat drawn up on the rocks but
he was not visible: size drew her toat
up on the other side of a cump of treas
| and. springlng ashore. plunged into the
| cool green woods. Keeping well in the
9iiauo" 3lie Suuutuiy Spieu + rank. prone
on the ground. his coat spread upon a
friendly rock, which served as pl-
low, reveling In the luxury of books he
had smuggled from home. 1t was all very
snug and comfortable and delightful but
1t was not fishing. 1t looked very much
as If Frank had settled himself for some
hours, for he had brought pen and ink
and paper; indeed. he eemed UP 10 his e.
bows in work.
Madeline curled herself upon a nearby
stone and took Il survey of Franks Ii
hrary. He could not have chosen a het
Ter spot. for big trees guarded it from
an eyes but those of the curious little
sister. and the cunning fellow had made
use or hollow in one roomy trunk in
which to stow away his books and
papers. Madeline watched h.m as one
fascinated, for he was wholly absorbed
IN MS work. and she was so absorbed In
MN that time passed by unheeded Sic
S'rayed into the woods now and then to
gatEer wild flowers or a delicate fern
put her chief interest lay in the work
Frank was doing
Exams" she said to herself, catching
slght, IN stealthy peek through the
s, oranches, or geometrica designs scat
tered over one OF the papers.
wonder" then sha stopped short
ana her face Slowed with sudden delight.
Ihere was scholarship which Frank
mad talked about in the early days of
vacation. Could it be? But this was not
fishing.
1t was long past lunch time she knew.
Tor munger began to gnaw. and as luck
would have it. Frank produced a n a.lv
ted-up parcel-his Fishing s7atk" as
she had often heard hin cal it and
opened II almost under her nose Had II
been an ordinary lunch Madeline mi sht
have borne it. but thera was a fried
chicken in 1t. brown and DELICIOUS, and a
sroan escaped her. Frank heard the
sound. and looking up saw the eager fac
through the branches
He started up, scattering books, pencils
and paper to the for w nds and
Madeline. finding concealment no 10 gar
necessary. walked thirdly forward un-
certain of what she had done
rs that your fishing tackle?" sha
asked calmly, pointing to the books and
paperS.
Frank colorei to the roots of his hair;
she had him cornered we'll
Y-e-s,' he stammered. Il guess it is
'EXams?"
yves"
"And the string of fish each day."
Il buy them" he confessed. Il was
the only way to do it, you see. and not be
found out
Suppose 1 tell"
You woudn't-these are the las-
papers. After that l shall Civ ~ fish
ing-it hurts my eyes "
Suppose l tell" said Mad line