Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1908-08-04

FISHlN'.
You feel the delicious languor of boy
hood stealing over you. Nature wooe,
you to her bosom. You want to loll in
the sun You want to dig Il little IN
the ground The ripple of distant Wa
ters lures you. or sudden you
straighten your shoulders and emit
this pronunciamcnto:
I'm goin' fshin'"
when one Is under that sort Of I'm
pulse, 1t is proper to cut out the finai
"gw
There can be no doubt you have cor.
rectly diagnosed the ailment The
symptoms are unmistakable. Your
disease Is ''spring fever'-plus.
The prescription is specific. 1t is the
recipe Simon Peter used when he said.
II go a-fishing."
Well -..c
You get out tho tackle You don an
old suit and fix 1t. 1t IL not elaborate,
that outfit. No fancy reel for you.
You are no professional. Just a bam-
boo pole with the old fashioned string
and cork and lead. And as for bait3
You dig for worms in the back yard ~
you did when You wore knee breeches.
II You are q city man you take the
car As far as It goes and walk the rest
Of the way.> Walk 10 scarcely the
word. You SLOUGH over the countryside.
Arrived at the stream. you select
log or a rock whence to dangle your
simple enticements. You discover the
f,sh are not In biting mood. You do
not care. BY degrees your pole droops
INTO the water. You have forgotten
|. what you came for. -.
h Well. the fact u you are not partic-
ularly concerned ~ to the catch. You
just wanted ITO 30 fishin'," that was
all. And when you 30 home empty
handed, II the boy jibes at you and
your ''nsherman's luck" why. you are
content You have had your "fun."
ID It not %? .gi +4 ti ,r
You wanted to get away from every.
body. You wanted to loaf and invite
your soul. You were tired of the buR
Of business and the clash OF civilized
things. You heard the call Of the Wild.
And nobody saw you and nobody
bothered you a. you nodded and
dreamed over your ash pole. And you
dreamed OF little mite Of boy who
6shed with hickory switch and a pin
hook long. long ago. And you dreamed
but it's nobody's business what.
1t was nature calling to you and say
Ing to you what science In these last
i dave 10 <o ~n D.
lax. Relax. The bow that is always
bent will sometime lose its spring"
When you plOd back home the stripg
Of fish may be lacking (save 1t may be
you can buy some from boy), but
you have obeyed the primal impulse
that came to you. And Mother Nature
has rocked you In her cradle and
crooned her soothing lullabies.
The cure for that tired feeling Is to-
| Go fishin'.
vlOLETS FOR MOTHER.
She bravely walked into high toned
florist shop. a mite Of a girl.
| An old shawl covered her head,
clinched In her hand under her tiny
chin. Underneath the garments were
frayed. though scrupulously clean.
The young proprietor was engaged
! In selecting dozen American Beauties
for young society girl. 1t was some
time before he noted the little one.
| II want some violets to take to my
mamma" said the little one, holding
out ten cent piece.
why" said the proprietor. smiling
gravely; Il think some cheaper flow
ers would do, my little girl"
| mo. sir" came from the tot IL
want violets. My mamma Is sick, and
my papa's dead. Mamma, she gets
whittier and whittier every day. She just
coughs awful. This morning she feb.
so weak and bad just thought she'd
die. But she said if she could only
live till real warm weather comes
again and she could smell violets once
more she just knew she'd get better.
an l had this dime. so r.
But the florist was fumbling before
a glass case marked. "Violets, $3.50
per dozen" There was an ache In
his throat and a mist in his eyes.
In a minute he had big bunch of
the violets-dozens of them-wrapped
up. He gravely took the child's 10
cents and gave her the bunch Of pre-
cious flowers. He held the door upon
and CALAMITY bowed the little thing
out as CALAMITY as he would have dis
missed his richest customer
He took the bit, of silver and looked