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Show THE DEACON ENTIRELY FORGOT. Sport Made Him Overlook the Fact That It Was Sunday. A few Sundays ago a good old Carthage Car-thage deacon, over-tempted by the sunshine, sun-shine, hitched his team to his surrey and drove with his grandchildren to Center creek. While he was not looking look-ing the young folks slippea some joint- ed fishing rods and tackle under the seat. Arriving at the creek they pulled them out, much to the old gentleman's surprise and indignation. He was still remonstrating against such ungodly un-godly usages on Sunday when one of the girls hooked a catfish more than a foot long. Now, the deacon is an old-time old-time sport at fishing, and the sight of this fish set him wild. The girl couldn't land her prize and the deacon pulled it in for her. Then, baiting the hook, he began angling on his own account, and soon landed a four-pound bass. Forgetting the Sabbath and all else save the glorious sport he was having, the deacon kept on fishing, bringing out several beauties, until the children reminded him that they would have to hurry home 10 get supper sup-per so as to attend church. "My gracious, yes," he said. "I forgot for-got this was Sunday. This is awful, just awful." With one longing, lingering look at the river the deacon drove away. Kansas City Journal. |