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Show The Kind of Fish it Win. Izaak was sitting in a pleasant place fishing with a highly intelligent vouncr lady from llostou or some Other eastern focus of education. "Yon have been quite a fisherman for m:iny years, haven't you, Mr. Lloolc-letto?" Lloolc-letto?" she queried, as she surveyed him in that unconscious way people have when they haven't any way mueh, to speak of. "Oh, yes," he replied, with interest, T have always been fond of the sport and have cast my line in many waters." "Do you remember the first thing you ever caught?" , "Quite well." "How lovely. What was it?" "A liclcing." "Indeed? I never heard of such a fish. To what family does it belong?" Izaak looked at her solemnly. "Domestic," he answered earnestly, and laid his pole down on the bank. Detroit Free Press. |