Judge — June 26, 1886 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE. CuLor (who ting been told to go around to the back door)}—“ Mith’s Por- . h’s Portier! I's kem wid de washin’ en de doah am trout!” mei ments. revise the record ;” add- I'll have to take ‘em knif For a moment there was the patient silence the fisherman loves. From his seat in the nation's ruler watched the sun- light play among the leaves and dance on Occasion- ally a bird sang in the and now and then a trout jumped to tae surface shade the the water. branches above, further down the stream. " “This THEIR DAY WITH THE TROUT. OUR VERACIOUS REPORTER RELATES THE PISCATORIAL EXPERIENCES OF THE PRESIDENT AND HIS SECRETARY. 1y his first throw for trout the president t his ear and could not suppress a sudden nent and an exclamation signifying pain. “You mistake, your excellency,” said Mr. Lamont—“ we are fishing for trout,” the last wont being in italics, “Umph!” replied the president gruffly. “Don't I know it? Didn’t you see me rise to the fly 2” “Tthi 11 find this better,” said Mr. Lamont, rising gravely and producing a pack- age from his pocket. Removing the wrapper, asmall vessel glistened in the sunlight, and soon the cork by its disappearance indicated that the sport had begun. “Tarranged with the commissary of sub- sistence for the necessary supplies,” explained Mr. Lamont, returning to his seat on a log, “and I flatter myself that, acting under my special instructions he has forgotten nothing. ne of peace prepare for war—I mean that ch in time saves nine. You don't catch | king four miles to recover a forgotten box of hooks. Like the poor relative, they are always with me. Ouch!” Mr. Lamont uttered the last word he ith more rapidity than that of the pres dent on the previous occasion and said with compressed lips, ‘ Well, of all the sharp- toothed bugs that I ever heard of that was the y and he won't let loose either. I repeat it, sir—ouch !” Turning frantically to run into the bushes and away from his unseen enemy, Mr. Lamont inadvertently took with him, though his hands were empty, first the line and then the pole at- tached to the same, “ Wait, sir!” thundered the president imperatively, hastily putting on his spectacles. ‘‘Let us not be impatient. arose wi Why, sir! you appear to be attached to the hook. You must have sat down on it. You | | are carrying off the entire tackle. Let me re- | all the great aim o human greatness so happy with its success as it is hour's leisure that hard work earns. wi Men come down from high stations with a feeling | of rest far more satisfactory than is the feeling of triumph when they have reached the top, be a satisfaction in the retire- ment of old age that active life never brings. and there mus As the poet remarks—Hang that mosquito! On the whole, I forget what the poet did remark. but anyhow He gets more bites than I do. there is a similarity between this quiet enjoy ment and that of advanced years which is qui striking. I wonder over yonder hills! ing which sharpens the appetite. it isn't time for lunch. mown grass. Hah! I’ve got a bite.” At this moment Mr, Lamont was astonished | Fer | to hear a sharp, rasping voice utter a series of ejaculations indicating excessive annoyance, and directly the voice called sharply to him “Tsay, you Dan! can you climb?” “Not at present, sir,” amiable g tone as possible under the stances, ‘I’ve got itout. your excellenc, T haven't got ‘em on yet!” The president, surprised at the sudden ergy, but the hook attached to the line thereof was fast in the upper bark of the tree whose branches made the delightful shade. Shading his spectacled eyes, the nation’s ruler looked critically above and presently remarked, “Huh! It appears that the trout got away, too.” Then he put his hands to his sides and surveyed with a look of calm vexation the sur- | rounding landscape. Then he renewed his musings. ‘It's warm,” he said softly. ‘* The mind you that we are fishing for trout, sir— “Your excellency,” replied Mr. Lamont, “accept youramend- tt and crave the privilege of a leave of absence for a few mo- I will retire into those bushes and ing thoughtfully as he disappeared, “I guess off and use -a pen- idl the president musing- ly to himself, ‘is after piring mind is never h the this log retains moisture. I used to have rheumatism and it seems damp. How beautifully the shadows chase each other There is that, too, in_fish- I wonder if How the mooing of that cow so far off brings back the years so far They remind me of a summer night which had a smell of new milk to it, the same mingled with odors of honeysuckle and new- was the reply in as ite, had thrown his pole up with exceeding en- ‘buzzing of these insects is intolerably annoy- ing. Seems to take my secretary adeuced long time to get his trousers on. Ought to've put on two pairs by this time. Those trout seem to know my tackle’s disabled. What do they want to tantalize me by jumping up that way for? It must be time for lunch. Never so hungry in my life. The air of that breeze is seven times heated, and my throat feels as if I were up in the barn mowing away hay. Ho- hum! Who cares for trout?” But the delights of the day were as numer ousas the annoyances. There, for instance, was the solid comfort of riding home in the twilight against a spanking breeze and in an ticipation of welcoming words and a country supper; and there was the surreptitious pur- eof a basket of fish, the placing of the in leaves and ice, and the gentle chaffing of the two congenial faisifiers previous to telling the story of their various conquests to the unsus- pecting women at the cottage board. “Pretty good sport after all, Dan,” said the president as the carriage rolled into the cottage yard. ““Ye-yes.” replied the secretary with some hesitation, ‘bu-but I'll have to wear a patch or get a new pair of “em. f | The moaning of the le T hear, As of old ocean sobs ; art seems beating loud and clear Jess, mighty throbs. beach a loving pair Are sitting side by side ; Her hands are x with his hair, For she is still a brid AT HOME, APRIL 20, 1886, She welcomes him with outstretched arms— He tries in vain to dodge; His breath is stronger than her charms, as been to lod, Her hands toy with hishair, I fear ‘Tis more in wrath than pride Though far from ocean's shore, I hear ‘The moaning of the “tied. comicbooks.com