. Rod and gun . ellow fishermen and re-turned to camp with a fresh supply ofMitchell flies for which he had tele-graphed Baillies, St. John, N- B., andwith which he hoped successfully totempt the occupants of the pools duringthe succeeding week. The train was due at the station abouteight in the evening, and about thathour Tom Doyle appeared at the doorof the Hotel with an express bearingthe baggage. So, w-aving farewell toMrs. Doyle and ]\Iaggie. the two droveto the station or, more properly speak-ing, platform, where they waited thearrival of the train in a drizzling rainfor two hours. Tom D
. Rod and gun . ellow fishermen and re-turned to camp with a fresh supply ofMitchell flies for which he had tele-graphed Baillies, St. John, N- B., andwith which he hoped successfully totempt the occupants of the pools duringthe succeeding week. The train was due at the station abouteight in the evening, and about thathour Tom Doyle appeared at the doorof the Hotel with an express bearingthe baggage. So, w-aving farewell toMrs. Doyle and ]\Iaggie. the two droveto the station or, more properly speak-ing, platform, where they waited thearrival of the train in a drizzling rainfor two hours. Tom Doyle obligingly opened Doylesstore and also the mail bag, the first asa shelter for those awaiting the trainand the second to receive some lettersfrom campers up river. The store isunique being a one story building witha floor space of about 12x18 feet, and isso crammed with goods on the floor, onthe shelves, and hanging from the ceil-ings that little room is left for purchas-ers. Moving in one direction one en-. Medric. counters a suspended pair of boots, toescape which he probably collides witha rat trap, a hat, a can opener, a bunchof whips or any other of the multitu-dinous articles suspended for sale. Onthe platform is a box something likea sentry box standing at an angle of 45degrees. This angle was probably caus-ed by the strong, winter winds, and inthe rush and bustle at this busy place,no time had been found to set it this box is locked the mail and theRailway Mail Clerk having a duplicatekey, there takes delivery of the the weary wait was ended Com-yn made several pilgrimages from thestore to the platform where a lot of boyswere congregated. On one of these pil-grimages the following colloquy washeard: Comyn: Boy, cant you tell if thetrain is coming by placing your ear onthe rail. Boy, energeticallv and disgustedlv:No—o—o—! Comyn: ^^ell, when do you thinkshe will get here? Boy: Dunno, may be shes ofi thetrack, she often is. 500 ROD AND
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