The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1918-11-09

edge of his bed Juggling with a pair
of heavy shoes, as he called over
his shoulder, between grunts, to his
still slumbering uncle. "Say,-un
how soon you going to wake up?
All those fishll have their break
fasts and they wont want any. of
our worms"
Uncle bud opened one eye and
then closed it again
"I'll bet Bill Hadleye wouldn't be
lying there all this time if he was
going fishin' with me-"
Uncle Dad opened his left eye
again, and then closed it.
bill Hadley does something, be-
sides snore.
The next minute a shoe whizZed
past Jimmie G.'s ear, but when
that near-martyr wheeled about
and glared at his innocent COM
panion, Uncle buds eyes were as
peacefully closed and his breath
ing as soft and regular as ever
Jimmie G. scratched his head
and then looked back at the shoe
to make sure he had not been de-
ceived. 1t was still quivering where
it fell, and with daggers sticking
out of his eyes, Jimmie stopped to
pick it up, just as the second shoe
sailed two inches above his head
and banged into the wall beyond.
Hi, there, look out" roared
Jimmie, but at that moment a soft
patter of feet was heard from the
adjoining room, and gentle knock
sounded on the door, as Jeans
voice called, Brother dear, may l
come in?"
"There, l knew it," growled
brother dear" "Oh yes, come on
in. l supposed you'd be wanting to
60 with us if uncle Dud lay there
much longer"
"Why. l won't bother you, jim
ME-" promised Jean. 81 thought
l could be digging bait for you
while you fished, but if you don't
want me" J
"Sure, Cricket, come on" inter-
rupted Uncle bud, amiably, while
Jimmie's silence gave consent, 81
might catch such big whale, I'd
need you to help me pull it in"
1t was almost half past five
when the little fishing party finally
came down the broad stairs of
Elmwood Inn and started along
the sloping cement walk down to
the river. Meanwhile the inhabi-
tants of that meandering stream
peacefully nibbled on, contentedly
waving their fins and even at times
gleefuly leaping above the gentle
ripping surface of their home, lit
tie dreaming Of the terrible fate
which one small American was
planning for them as he descended
to the waters edge
Now Jean, remember when
you're out with regular fishermen
you can't talk" Jimmie reminded
his little sister as he began squeez-
ing the bait on the hook in most
business-like way.
Uncle bud started taking out his
casting rod while Jean wandered
along the bank till she came to a
sandy beach where little minnows
were darting back and forth, and
also where a queer monster with
many legs was slowly crawling
over the stones. cautiously choos-
Ing his way with two long feelers.
Wide-eyed, Jean watched its pro-
gress, while she reached back and
clutched her Uncle buds sleeve,
as he stood behind her, ready to
begin casting.
Now what have you found,
Cricket" he asked "An old
grandfather, crawdad, is it? Want
to have a good look at him."
Picking him up behind the pin
GERS, Uncle bud held him down for
Jean to examine, while the irate
old grandfather jerked his clippers
open and shut, as snappish as he
could be.
whats he doing that for"
asked Jean.
Because he'd like to get hold
of your finger" answered her