The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1911-09-03

empty stomach to take party Of
ladies off fishing, you don't really feel
that the game is worth the candle when
you como home at night with nothing
but six lard-pails. fourteen tomato
cans, thirty-Seven Sardine or kippered
herring boxes. hoop-skirt, and a large
sized row on your hands, to show for
your days outing"
And was that all you caught?"
laughed the Doctor.
Personally didn't catch even that"
said the IDIOT "aIy stunt was TO bait
the hooks. remove the tin-cans, and dis
cntangle the fish lines. but several of
the ladies' were quite successful. One
of EN- caught the back of my now plaid
silk outing shirt in her cast. turning it
finally got the hook OUT and another
landed complete capillary outfit OF the
peroxide variety which was mighty in
tcresting."
BY capillary outfit" said Mr.. White
choker, L presume you mean-"
"A head of hair complete" said the
Idiot one Of our party was n charm
ing little blonde lady who, under
ordinary circumstances would have
attracted the eye of an impregnahle
monastery. and captivated the hearts of
any number of youth from sixteen to
second childhood. The first night l met
her had to hold my tongue with both
hands to keep from asking her to be
mine. Her fiaNcn charms were abso-
lutely Irresistible. | don't believe there
over was anything in the line OF locks
that she didn't have on. There was a
Psyche-knot on the rear elevation Of
her chiEnon that fairly drippcd with
cunning little cork-screw arrangements
that Sparkled in the sunlight like sun
beams on the sea: and then running
along tho top of her head were some
ten or a dozen flngcr-curls, likened by
IN frSt
but TO my poetic fancy more like golden
eclaires; the whole ending in Il marvel
Gus Sun-burst of pompadour that
made one think of Turner sunset
giidcd. 1t was gorgeous, but alas, il was
lIeeting! One of my Nimrodincs in cast
Ing her line over the silvery waters of
the pond caught the end of the Psyche
with her hook. and in an instant the
charming little blonde lady was lying in
swoon on the damp floor Of our fiat
bottomed barge, her glory ilying through
the air like Il lark on the wing, and
her once lovely head the merest nubbin
OF its former self. perfect imitation
OF billiard-but why continued Let us
draw curtain over that dread episode
In my life, and content ourselves with
the bald statement that for mere excite
ment landing n three hundred pound
tarpon with his dander up Is mild busi-
EeSs compared TO the aftermath OF q
hshing excursion in which tho prize
eaten is blonde wig. curlously enough
landed by the carelcssness of dainty
little widow with raven tresses who
never could abide the other woman any
how"
L think she did It on purpose" said
Mrs: Pcdagog. with scornful sniff.
The blonde victim thought 50, too"
said the Idiot. That's where the ex-
citement came in. 1t looked for a time
as though Peace had departed forever
from those wales. but | managed, after q
while, to prove that that was an UNI
worthy suspicion. The lady with the
raven trosses denied hostile intent. and
then ! took the matter in hand and
scientifically proved that malice afore-
thought in this case was impossible be-
cause no woman that ever lived has
ever been able to hit anything she
aimed at. IF the lady with the raven
tresses had deliberately aimed her cast
at that blonde wig she would beyond