The Northwestern standard., 1886-04-10

both rod and line at q single jerk, turned
away from the confonnded and aston
ished sportsman, and swan after thu
boat, snnffing the air and wagging hi
4 tail in an ecstasy of delight.
ssWell done, Drake, 2 cried Lanty
staating np. from his seat, and clappins
his hands in such glee that the pipe fel
from his month unobserved, and brok'
in pieces at his feet. "Well done, oult
dog! we'll done, my gallant ould fellow
that's it, Drake!- that's just what h'
4 deserves, the blundering gawkle, t.
abuse such fsh in that way.
The Light breeze from the south-eas
had been gaining for the last half houi
or SO, and now blew so fresh around the
point that the little boat lay down al
most gunwale under, and swept past
before her fair pilot could bring hel
within speaking distance Of the stranger
Once she tried TO jam her up to wind
ward, probably with the intention O
| apologizing for brakes unciyil behav
1 ior; but the little craft refused to obey
and then, waving her hand, she let he,
fall off towards The opposite shore, and
was soon lost S. ht of behind the point.
| Ali this took place III much less time
1 than we have taken to describe it, the
II. & -
boat appearing and disappearing as SUD.
denly as a moving picture in a panor-
anna.
The bewildered stranger gazed after
the fair occupant of the little boat as
long as she remained in sight, and then
peering stealthily around to see if any
one had Witnessed his discontinue, dis
iointed the remainder of his fishing rod,
and throwing it carelessly on his shonl-
der, walked away slowly and sadly from
the shore.
"There he goes, " said Lanty, button
ing his green jacket; .fhere he goes,
sneaking off like fox from hen roost.
O, that he may niver come back, [ pray!
Begorra, it's ducked he ought to be- If
iver he has the assurance to cast line
in the wather again. But I must be off
myself to the lighthouse, and coax Mr..
Lee for q mallard wing for Uncle Jerry =
20, ay. to be sure, UncleJerry, there's
no one like Uncle jerry. E thin may
be if the gentleman you're for ducking
in the lough there was as free to you
with his purse as Uncle Jerry, he'd just
be MS great a fayorite, every bit. But
it's on ould sayin and true one, Lanty
Praise the fool as you find him. .
Don't say that, Else Curley," replied
Lanty, laying his hand on her shoulder,
and speaking more earnestly than usual
--''don't say that, for heaven knows /
wouldn't give one kind word of Uncle
Jerry's lips, or one kindly feeling of his
ginerous fine ould heart, for q million
like him, And listen to me, Else Cur
ley, for I'm going to tell ye secret. ]
know that man off an on for month
and more, Nor that was iver much in
his company; but / watched him, aud
watched him too for q raisin Of my own,
and I tell yon plainly, Else. if he opened
his purse to me livery day in the year,
and it full Of goold guineas, / cudn't feel
it in my heart to touch one Of thin
.Arrah, you cudn't now' responded
Else, in q half-incredulous alf-jeering
tone. by my work, it's mighty big
spoken of you, Mr.. Hanlon. E thin
might body make SO bould as 70 az
yer raisins; faith, they must be power
full ones intirely."
81 have no particular raisins, re-
Piled L,anty; .she niver did harm to me
nor mine, that ] know Of. But I don't
like him There's something wrong
when I'm near him; there's dark spot
in him somewhere that the bright light
Iiyer reached yit, Else
"Humph." ejacuated the old woman,
looking sharply at her companion; you
suspect him of something?'
'sI do
"And what is it Lanty9
/" I can't tell; It's a mysthery to my
self. But he has that in his eye that's
not lucky. What brings him down here
co ,,f4a,, Yt.1 l;la II, Lrnrrot,
why, trout fshin, ay course what
else?" replied his companion.
.'Pshaugh, nonsense, Else Curlev;
you can't run sDonaf on me that way,
cute and all as ye are That man don't
care brass farthin for the best hshin in
Donegal, from Onea River to Malin
Head. / see it in his very motions. |
There's not dhrap of sportsman's
blood IN his body =
20, no! not a dhrap, because he don't |
go into the doldrums, like Uncle Jerry, |
at every fin he sees rising above the
water. Humph! pity but he wud =
THE fish he's after don't live in !
wather, Else Curley, and you know it, y |
said Ianty layinr his finger on the old |