SHE HOOKED HIM.

Poverty Bay Standard, Volume X, Issue 1190, 1 November 1882, Page 1 (Supplement)

SHE HOOKED HIM.

Henbt Archibald is a devoted fisherman, not that ho ever catches much of anything, but still he likes to take his pole and line and go up along the Delaware during the long, warm, lazy summer days, and lay in the yellow sunshine, and think what the old woman will say when she finds he has gone off without splitting any kindling, In this view of the case ho yesterday got out his hooks and lines to look them over. Ho sat on the washbench by tho hydrant enjoying himself hugely, when Mrs Archibald camo out and made him bring her a bucket of water.

While he was doing this she picked up a flue large bass hook to admire it and laid it down again with tho line scattering out in tho yard. Henry discussed the situation in Europe a few minutes with O.xtoby, who was digging a garden on the other side of the fence, and then sat down again to the contemplation of his fishing tackle. Pretty soon he missed a hook. 1 Mother,' he shouted, ‘ what under the sun did you do with my bass hook ?’ , . ~ ‘ Bother your old bass hook, said Mrs Archibald, and she slapped the stove damper shut with emphasis, ‘ vou've swallowed it I reckon.’

~ ‘ You had it a minute ago ; you know you did. If a woman ever gets her hands on a fellow's things, lie never knows where they are any

U 1 Mrs A. came to the door and looked around acidly. ‘What d’ye call this herer and picking up the end of the line she gave it a wrathful tug. * Whoope' ouch ! I gosh !! ! shoot the ferual dog,’ yelled Henry ; and ho waltzed frantically round, nursing his hip pocket as tenderly as though he had a live coal in it.

‘ Sake's alive ' what’s the matter with the man f’ and she gave tho line another twitch, 1 found your old hook have volt r

‘Found it, you old brimstone torment; don t you see I’ve found it. I-eggo ' leggo that line, I tell you. afore I pulverize you.’ ‘ .Now, Henry, I'd make a fuss if 1 were you.’ ‘Fuss the blazes. I wish you knowed how it feels to have a fishhook jerked through your heart.' 1 Well, you had no business to sit down on your heart, with fish-hooks a-layin’ all around,’ ‘ Don’t bo a fool now, will you ; but just pull this thing out, before it turns to lockjaw.' ‘ It’d take a whole barrel of fishhooks to lock your jaw. Come, give us a hold here.' But tho first pull she made brought a Commanche yell from Henry, and then she amputated the adjacent cloth and got the butcher’s knife, whereupon Henry straightened himself up viciously. ■ Look here, woman, I ain't no blamed old ham ; you don't slice me with that thing now, and don’t you forgetit. You just bounce that gal around for a doctor suddenly, and you’d better get down on your marrow bones and pray for me to recover aforo I get mad, too.’ The doctor came, cut off the shank, and pulled out tho hook in half a minute, and all the rest of the <la\ Henry sat on a flax seed poultice and one side of a chair, calling people up to the front-window to ask them what was good for ft bile on the knee.