The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1878-11-22
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" 10 tue water Sue, got my boat, and was IL
fl after the blue-fsh / had the best fish n
oosed for supper, "A portion of which | sent
. Mrs Bland, who seemed to partake of ii I
With relish. | was not idiot enough to think, k
hough it was three years ago, that the lady Il
vas esdecially pleased with me for the at G
ention, but in the evening, fue moonlit
me, Mrs. Bland fingered ON the veranda. | '
was smoking cigar seated at the bottom
If the steps, within speaking distance of
her.
You very kindly offered me the use of
Mr.. Bland's tackle. Now, you have not con.
graduated me on my luck, said.
lido, | do, said Mrs. Bland, quickly, with
a certain amount of expansiveness. She
rose from her chair and held out her hand,
and it iairly trembled. | was surprised.
What possible sympathy could there exist
between Us ? | did not care even to have
passing filtration with her How the deuce |
had my fish called for so marked an ex.
preston on Mrs. BANDS part
Five blue-fsh, which would weigh thirty
pounds, not counting the weak-ish, and a
dab or so, | said, in the most commonplace
Yes, yes, said Mrs. Bland, apparently ab-
sorbed.
But | have broken my squid, my best one,
and | would really like to borrow hook or
so from you to make another. Could you
really lend me some hooks until | send to
New York
Willingly. Wait here moment, and
Mrs Bland rose and went down the hall to
her room. Just tb an David, the colored wait
er came in with telegraphic message for
Mrs. Bland. She returned at once, took the
message, read it under the hall lamp then
sue went to her room.
David, asked of the waiter, l did not
know that you could telegraph to such an
out-of the.way place as this ?
1t ain,t often that it is done, sir The tel
egraph station on the road is IA miles from
here, but you can get messages sent by the
coach-tho' Mrs. BANDS messages comes on
horseback, with man a-kitting.
II was none of my business how Mrs
BANDS messages came, though now | re
quite number of charges for telegraphiC
messages In moment more Mrs. Blanc
, was down stairs, holding in her hand quit
number of large hooks. 1t was not m
fault, but the lady had taken up with tn
: package a small fly hook, which, as sh
5 opened the parcel, punctured rosy tinge
so that drop of blood started. am S
e sorry, said, may not tie this handker
: chief around it
l What, with the hook in my finger? Pu
I it out Please, no fuss Here Mrs Bland
face looked rigid, and the wrinkles betwee
5 her ewes made series of archiugs.
!. But, hut, | exclaimed, really disturbed.
e can't pull it out Can you bear the mere
cut with my penknie? ?
d Gan Il? pnsense of course eau, an
g she neld out taper white finger, and te
my heart sink within me as made caref
It probe, and fortunately extricating the bar
a drew out the hook, which deliberately pu
o in my pocket-book. Would Mrs. Blal
faint now? asked myself.
A glass of water? said anxiously.
}, what for To dip my finger in? Rid
r. ulous | will put it in my mouth Plea
e do not destroy your pocket-handkerchit
J. You will excuse my sucking my thumb Ill
o baby while | talk. There, it is all ov
y now, young gentleman. never scream at
IS mouse, go into Mysteries over a catapillG
| aud do not blink at lightning.
/. You are very brave little woman the
Here, take this telegraphic message whit
ID you have dropped and | harded the me
t. sage to her.
"a | heard the waiter tell you | received t
re messages day. Now, can you put tn
together with my dozen newspapers?
-, cannot-do not care to. 1t is not any
a my business, Mrs. Bland. | am not curio
a | replied.
Well, | am-very much so-and my bu
= ness is to-ah here she stopped, for Day
=. - just then rang bell, which meant that
stage coach with the passengers flom t
~ railroad was coming, This coach stopped
the house first, then continued on its jol
y, ney to small tavern further up
coast.
You were saying, Mrs. Bland-pray &C
~ tinue.
Ill All can tell you is this, sir, that in Il
'n' coach you will find a man you hardly {
lie pected to see. Go and look. With Il
c', Mrs. Bland famed herself quite compose,
~ and went to her room.
60 | went to the coach, not understand
w. what the woman meant. Some three won
~ got out of the vehicle, followed by an
W gentlemen who had to be helped out-e
III yer was man who, as | approached, lit
r. fusee, and with it his cigar. His face | I
''e not recognize. | then felt some little curl
p ity to find out what Mrs. Bland meant abb
II, the man hardly expected 10 see. L
peer into the coach. was aided by Dav
he who, with lantern, was looking for pa
sol one of the lady passengers had !,
al There was man apparently asleep. Thou
ny it wa summer handkerchief WAS thro
partially over his face. One glimpse '
rs enough. Though his whiskers had been C
and his reddish hair stained black it '
ne the face of George Harland the assists
III teller of our bank He looked at me in
agonized way then put his fingers to his !
ay and said in a low, broken voice My &c
so Henry, am thief trying to escape-io
ill cape. ! know they are after me Then
OF shudderd, | am mad -crazed-have lost
head. You here? DO not betray me !
he To Dckerson's, cried the driver, and
went the coach. From Dckersons | KIN
er. that small fishing boats ran to Martt
in Vineyard and the Massachusetts coast
ay stood appalled,, dazed and speechless.
Mrs, Bland met me on the veranda "
lse some flower in her hand, which exhale
eh. deep, luscious perfume. The Odor at
L sicLDned me I-ndies and renls cried