The Florida agriculturist. [volume] (DeLand, Fla.) 1878-1911, 1878-11-13

the lady was especially pleased with
with me for the attention, but in the
evening, fine moonlight one, Mrs.
Bland fingered on the veranda. l
was smoking a cigar on the bottom
Of the steps, within speaking distance
of her.
You very kindly offered me the
use of Mr.. BANDS tackle. Now, you
have not congratulated me on my
good luck" l said.
II do, l do" said Mrs. Bland,
quickly, with certain amount Of ex-
pansiveness. She rose from her
chair and held out her hand, and it
fairly trembled. was surprised.
What possible sympathy could there
exist between US / did not care to
have even a passing Irritation with
her. How the duce had my fish
called for so marked an expression on
Mrs. BANDS part?
Give blue-fsh, which would weigh
thirty pounds, not counting weak
fish, and dab or So" said in the
most commonplace way.
eyes, yes," said Mrs. Bland, appar-
emily absorbed. sa. sr
/" But I have broken my squid, my
best one, and l would really like to
borrow a hook or SO from you to
make another. Could you really lend
me some hooks until go to New
York? ~
Willingly. Wait here moment"
and Mrs. Bland arose aud went down
the hall to her room. Just then
David, the colored waiter came in
with a telegraphic message for Mrs.
Bland. She returned at once, took
the message, read it under the hall
lamp and went to her room.
David" l asked the waiter, /
did not know that you could tele-
graph to such an out-ot-the-way place
as this 2"
at amt done often, sir. The tel
egraph station on the road is fourteen
miles from here, but you can get mes
sage sent by the coach-tho' Mrs.
BANDS messages come on horseback
with a man kiting."
1t was none Of my bushes how
Mrs. Blahds messages came, though
5fief =! quite q hdfnDer on tc1afgegg
for telegraphic messages. In mo.
ment more Mrs. Bland was down
stairs holding in her hand quite a
number of large hooks. 1t was not
my fault, but the lady had taken up
with the package a small fiy-hook,
which, as she opened the parcel,
puncturei a rosy first finger, SO that
a drop Of blood started. 81 am SO
sorry, may I not tie this handker-
chief around it ?"
"What with hook in my finger ?
Pull it out. Please, no FUSS Here
Mrs. BANDS face looked rigid, and
the wrinkles between her eyes made
a series Of archings. =
"But, but" exclaimed, really dis
turbed, II can't pull it out. Can
you bearthe merest cut with my pen
knife?"
"CanI? Nonsense; of course I
cam" AMI she held out a taper white
finger, aid IIfelt my heart sink with
in me asI made careful probe, and
Fortunately extricating the barb,
drew on, the hook, which I dellber-
ately PIT in my pocket book.
Would Mrs. Bland faint now?" I
asked mseIf. erifsgl
GA glss Of water?" said anxious
ly "Wht for? To dip my finger
in ? Ridcul BUS! / will put it in my
mouth. Phase do not destroy your
pockethndkerchief You will excuse
my suclnglmy thumb like baby |
while IalA There, it is all over
now yurg gentleman. I never |
scream t slmouse, 60 into Mysteries
over ottapillar, and do not blink
at ligh1ir &"
Yo,arsa very brave little woman
then. HIDE take this telegraphic
messag'wli ch you've just dropped,p |
aud hndh the message to her.
81 htrdthe waiter tell you 1 re-
ceived enl messages day. Now
can yopu4 that together with my
dozen sewpapers?"
81 canf-do not care to; it is
not anyof by business, Mrs. Bland.
l am nt 4rious," 1 replied.
Wa, 1am-very much so-and
my buses is to-ah ," here she
stoppetto David just then rangta
bell, web meant that the stage