The Northwestern standard., 1886-04-10
CHAPTER III. Continued.

at his companion, ard a smack from
the pipe loud enough to be heard al
road below; ''no, but | was only Ist
saving that if the gentleman tired you
out talkin, way, he ought TO be proud
iv it. for after talkin six coyenanter
ministers. besides dancin master and
two sailors out iy yer house
@'Bould yer tongue now, | tell ye,
exclaimed EIge; "honld yer tongue, OF
I'll slap yer in the face. Yer nlver aasy
but whin yer at some divilment. So, as
7 was tel]in yer, he wanted to know all
about the hght-keeper here and bis
qelSe. and the wreck Of the Saldana,
though. bedad he seems to know HIM
self more about it nor me. why sure,
Tlanty, he tells me that Mr.. Lee had d
brother or cousin. or some very near
frind lost in that same ship, for he n'7er
was haerd tell OF, liYin or dead, since
;be vessel sailed from Bristol; and more
than that, Ianty, he was high up o.
fcer, if you plaze, and fine DARN bouid
gentleman to boot.
STA! see that now! Bedad, and lt's
only what 7 always thought myself OF
she same Mr.. Lee, since the first day J.
laid nv eyes on him; for he has the look
OF q gentleman in his very face, even If he
ia only light-keeper; and what's better
nor all that, Else Curley, he has the
feelins Of q gentleman in his heart .
ssaa. ha-look!' exclaimed Else, lay
ing one hand suddenly on Lanty's
shoulder, and pointing with the stock
ing in the other to the angler below;
ssha, ha--he's in mighty pucker, poor
man
30, the bungler, the pnngler!'' ex-
claimed Lanty; "he's got his hooks
tangled in the weeds at the very first
cast; look how he pullsl Why, it's Sin
and a shame to let him use such beauti-
full tackling in that l1lbberly way. But
whist! see! by the powers " pewter. IT'S
@ trout he has, and three-p FOUNDER into
She bargain - there he jumps like a
salmon! 0, meel-a mUrther! did iver
mortal man see the Like! He'll smash
egeryth1Dg-bad scran to him, the
onedhawn, why don't he give the fish
fair play--he pulls, for all the world, as
il he'd granpus on jack lne;" and
the speaker grew 80 indignant that he
threatened to run down and snatch the
rod from the stran gers hands; but Else
Curley co1nselled him 10 ''take it alsy,
and interfere III nobody's business until
he was asked; if the trout breaks the
,oan,s gear she added, she has money
enough to buy more.
Bv this time the fish had run out o
greater part Of the line, and kept back
ing and tugging With all it's might, like
q fettered partridge making last ef-
fort to escape on the approach OF the
snarer. The whole strength of the trout
was made to bear on the casting line;
for the rod, instead of being held in Q
vertical position, allowing It's supple
point to play up and down as the fish
plunged was, on the contrary, grasped
in both hands as horizontally as it he
had caught shark with boat-hook,
and was actually dragging it ashore by
main strength.
"lhe mans castin line,' cried Lanty,
ssie he has any on at all, must be made
Of fddler's catgut, on it never could
stand that usage.
The trout, after thus endeavoring to
shake itself free OF the hook now diyed
and making desperate sheer, ran out
the line apparently TO It's last turn on
the wheel, and Lantg felt sure the trout
had broken loose at last, and carried
flies and casting line away with him into
the deep But he was mistaken; for
hardly had the exhausted fish been down
a moment, when he arose again, and
sputtered on the sllrfaee like wounded
wet hen. At this instant an object came
suddenly into view which gave an en-
tirely new feature to the scene. A little
boat, carrying small, light sprit-sail as
white as snow, shot round the point, and
passed withip two fathoma' length Of
the angler before ne preceiyed it.
"Hilloa," cried Lanty; there goes
Mary Lee. There she is III the stern
sheets, handling her cockle-shell like
water spirit. And there goes Drake.
too, sittin IN the bows, with his cold
blaok nose over then gnnwale. Z
Old Elsie laid by her knitting aud
wiped her hleared eyes to look down at
the scene. 'sMusha, thin, may / niver
do harm but that's iist the darling her
self, Lanty, she muttered; there she
is in her blue jacket and white straw
hat, the best and gentlest girl lver sailed
on Ely water.
Hardly had Else spoken, and raised
up her feshless hand to support her
pointed chin, that she might gaze down