The herald and news. [volume] (Newberry S.C.) 1903-1937, 1909-05-28

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* The Old Settler Takes Fish
SS With His Friend.
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Tie old settler walked his piazza
a pedantic air and sang a sole
Ei>cosdant notes. 1t was a quad
fssia Sunday, and the lental fast
just begun. The great metal
Froated bell of the Fashionable
lurch in the city had pealed It's last
ote, and its vibrant tone was still,
@while the others still sang in unison.
h The patter Of receding footsteps of
3the devout was fast fading away, as
e they hurried on to do homage to their
avatar. Gentle zephyrs played list
y lessly through the foliage Of the pop
lars and pines, while song bird:
which had escaped the sling shot Of
the bad boy, lazily warbled his last
lay of the morning in a neighbc1lns
hedge. The slanting rays Of the sun
were growing more direct, as it rose
~4liSher in the great eastern arch, its
shimmering rays Of oragne and emer-
aid casting reflugent light over the
. earth.
The Old Settlers church was not in
sion this day, but the balmy air
lG spring put him in harmony with his
lhildhood days, and he smiled to HIM
self, as memory carried him back ov-
Sfer the three quarters Of a century Of
mile stones he had passed. He thought
wistfully of the days when he had
tempted fate with a rod and pin fish
hook along the babbling brooks, while
his elders footed it miles away to
. church: Those were days Of purest
bliss TO the Old Settler.
The penman across the way walk
ed his veranda's length with a slow
and measured tread, casting querulous
glances in the direction of the home
of the old derelict. The man of the
fleecy staple sat on his porch on the
opposite corner, reading 'dhie tariff
debates. and fighting valiantlv with
the flies as they buzzed around his
troubled head.
"Hey, you, there, say" called the
ancient in a whispering tone to the
penman; FAINT it a great pity it's a
aa9n to fish on Sunday. Gewhilikens,
Vkouldn' fish bite today, though!''
The penman continued his modulat-
ing steps, casting ominous glances up
towards the silver spirals on the A
R. P. church, turned and whistled a
bar or two of barcarette, but spoke
he never a word. The man Of the
fleecy staple threw his head sidewlse,
in a listening attitude, looking anx-
iously down the street, toward the
minister's house.
"I've got a couple of the best
limbrick hooks that ever struck wat
er." said the Old Settler IN cautious
tone to the penman, land if only
knew where I could dig a little
bait
:'Oh. pshaw," says the man Of the
quill, shaking his hand behind him,
E'plenty over here. The folks pour
slop and coffee grounds in the back
lot. and there is bait there to make
your head dizzy. Say, you, if l had
a hoe or mattock-'
"Oh, good gracious, man, hold on;
I've two over here,-walt. "
Then the two got together. They
were going behind the kitchen with a
pick and hoe.
"Hello there, you boys" called
the cotton man; ''what's up? Can't
I get in? I'm SO lonesome; my folks
have gone
ECO on. go on;' said she peman
to the old settler; 1.-TWO IS company
three is d crowd.
The man of the quill began t. WELD
the pick. while his comrade gathered
the bait in an old tomato can. Just
then the cotton man, with flushed
cheeks and heated breath, turned the
corner.
'|Boys, let me in Make It three; ;
never a word from me- bit seem"
the penman about to pull IN two a
large squir1ning angle worm: ''Aook
out there don't do that: dig it out,
don't break it,
Then, jerking the pick from the IN
experienced hands Of the penman:
"Let me at it. Never break bait.
AlawvS die him olt. Jeemlny crlm-