132 The Angler's Secret 



ark on stilts, I fancy I feel a slight quiv- 

 ering in his arm the tremble of invigora- 

 tion, not collapse. 



"We '11 go out in the boat and catch 

 one more," says the doctor; "I '11 handle 

 the boat and let you take the fish." 



"No, not to-night," I reply; "to- 

 morrow, yes ; and we '11 make a glorious 

 day of it, old friend; but no more to- 

 night. You are tired, and that 's all you 

 can reasonably ask." 



"But I 'm not as tired to-night as I 

 have been every night in town for the 

 past half year." 



"Ah, Doctor, your town tiredness is a 

 different condition. There, 'mid the 

 noise, the smoke, the frantic crowd, and 

 all the unnatural disturbances of so-called 

 civilization, you become fatigued, not 

 really tired. Fatigue is killing; an honest 

 tired feeling is health-giving. Fatigue is 

 born of abuse ; tiredness of exhilaration. ! ' 



We go into the little house, now aglow 

 with a bright, sweet-smelling wood fire, 



