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watching the wreaths of smoke curl upwards 

 and then hang clustering round the lamp, 

 " what my wife will say to-night when she sees 

 them? Her usual remark, ' What, no fish 

 again? Well, you are duffers ! ' will hardly 

 come in on this occasion, and I rather fancy 

 that it will be our turn to score." 



" Never be too sure of scoring off a 

 woman," was the reply, spoken with the wisdom 

 and experience that comes of superior years. 



With a jarring and grinding of brakes -the 

 train pulled up at a station, and the door 

 opened to admit a passenger, obviously one 

 of that ancient race, the Jews. The anglers 

 glanced casually at the new comer, who seated 

 himself by the bag at the end whence the three 

 tails appeared, then continued to smoke in 

 silent meditation. Profound and all-absorbing 

 were their thoughts and soon the very existence 

 of the man was forgotten. 



" Do you gentlemen vant to buy any 

 shtuds? " The two friends looked round in 

 astonishment; then shook their heads, for their 



