A Reel Story 



this is Henry," and everything is all right. It's great 

 the way he can jolly her along. 



Well, on the day of which I write, due to Art's 

 cajolery and Lizzie's good nature, we arrived about 

 ten o'clock at a farmhouse on the lake shore. There 

 being three of us, we take turns going alone. 



We started out, each one declaring in no uncertain 

 terms that he was going to land the largest fish that 

 week, until Art says : " Now look here, suppose we 

 make this ' biggest fish ' question an object. Let's 

 give a prize for the one landing the largest fish." 



" Just the thing," says Herm. " What will it be? " 



" Why, something good," says I. " Something 

 worth while, because I am going to win it, and I am 

 not going to put forth all my superior fishing skill 

 unless the prize is worth the effort." 



" Well," says Art, " suppose we make it a reel. 

 How does that hit you? " 



" Fine, great," says I. " Just what I want." 



Then Art came forth with the information that 

 he had always wanted a high-class reel but could hardly 

 afford it and had suggested it in order to get one 

 for nothing. Herm just grinned and looked as though 

 he was sorry for both of us, and muttered some- 

 thing about " not saying anything but just wait and 



see." 



Well, the days passed and we put in full time on 

 the lake. Honors remained about even until Friday 



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