| Show I It tras as u a balmy bairn spring afternoon The rIte foliage on the tire trees never looked snore moro beautiful and truly the was all a n place for tho the esthetic in nature It was 1111 Sunday and the still of sIt the Sab Sabbath Sabbath bath buth pervaded the tho entire atmosphere All the tire environments ero conducive to quiet arid and rest to beauty anti and serenity Calmly seated on n a stump of or a IL tree trot treen n a little fell fellow 0 I had thrown out ont a II line into the rushing w a tern anti and was anxiously awaiting a I first fint bite Slowly anti apprehensively a 11 lone hone wo tro woman man alan was seen Scott coming coining up till the tho east caRt side Hide of or tho the creek this denizen of or the woodY woods at his work ork sIre nho he pounced Ulon him Little boy said she I have hare lost tny m iu Wiry way Can air you ou tell mo mc the tho road to chirped the tho fisher Keep right on nit up this road nn an conic come comet to ta t It II Then not satisfied with having rc UmI her direction the tIre Interpolator be he beKan gnu Kan again But Dut I say sa hittl boy dont you OU know this Is III Sunday Hut dont you ou know you 01 UMi lI h on the tire No maam Well elI then lien heros heroR my In card cant you come around to my lily house houle curd and Ill teach you the tire toni toad to heaven Aw Art KO go If 0 you OU dont oven O 11 know tho tire rood road to Telegraph |