Where Town and Country Meet 



us on the wagon seat, with a far-away look 

 in his eyes, which sprang, no doubt, from 

 wondering what his mother would have for 

 supper. Albeit we had enjoyed an excellent 

 lunch on the "Cup," my own appetite made 

 me a sympathetic interpreter of the lad's 

 silence. The veteran smoked his pipe, drove 

 with a sure hand, and talked exhaustively 

 and discerningly of fishing. 



"But I do n't know what I shall do when 

 my boy wears out," he declared at last, pa 

 thetically. "He 's coming up pretty fast, 

 and in four or five years won't be worth a 

 shuck to fish no more than I be." 



Whereupon the boy grinned and thrust 

 his elbow into the veteran's ribs. "O, pa !" 

 he cried. And the old man winked at me 

 over the tattered straw hat that bobbed be 

 tween us. 



