Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1886-10-03

though~always little bashful, was by no
means insensible to the advances of a
pretty woman. so | responded as civillv
as knew how. 1t is because, madame,
you do not understand 1t. Angling with
a pole and line is far more difficult than
you imagine. If you will allow me l VIII
cheerfully instruct YOU. Seat yourself
here while 1 arrange the bait.'
she accepted the offer, and at call
from his wife the husband joined us, bring
ing the tackle with him. In moment or
TWO was ready tor my pupil, and hand
ing her the pole began at once to teach
her the rudlments of the art. After few
lessons she managed to manipulate it in
a telerable fashion, and as the current
was favorable and the fish hungry, thew
annually allowed themselves to be taken"
"Ah, WELL" said Chabot, laughingly,
lit wasn't fishing such as mine, OF course;
nevertheless, it was creditable enough for
an amateur. A dozen reaches and as
many darts soon f1oundered on the bank
beside us. AT every stroke of luck my
beautiful neiEhbor, delighted as a child,
would clap her hands and turn triumph
ant looks upon her husband, and he. smil-
ing soberly, though equally pleased at
the JOY OF his wife, tremendously thanked
me for the trouble had taken.
1.-The evening drew on, and as O'Clock
approached and | rose to take my leave
itswas long walk to Tours and began
to feel the need OF food-the Young wife
ran to her husband and Whispered
earnestly in his ear. He listened thought
fully, SIS if disturbed, perhaps unwilling;
however, moment later they turned to
me and asked me TO stay with them for
dinner.
"'Monsieur,' said the lady with a
charning smile, you have been too oblig-
ING for tn allow n louvo n q In fhIo
way Since we owe it to you that we
have caught any fish at ALL it is but fair
that we eat them in company. Give us
the pleasure of having you dine with US
this evening"
1.-The husband gravely seconded the in
Vitation, but after 1t was given seemed to
concern himself very little about 1t. How
ever, as this abstraction. indifference. Ca II
1t what you will, seemed to he only his
natural manner ana | was as hungry az a
hunter, 1t ended In my accepting and re-
turning to Sainte Avertin with my new
acquaintances to the Inn of the Golden
Pigeon.
The dinner was served in a lofty
chamber whose windows looked upon a
garden full of cherry trees. beyond which,
again, you saw the islands of the Cher
and the poplars rushing and shiyerlng
with cooling movement. The river air
Ddu gwen US An eXCeiIeQJ apDeSlte, ana
as an accompaniment to our fish they had
served a savory5 smateloi,' a roasted
chicken, asparagus and a tart bedewed
with sauce that smelled like vi0lets.
You can readily understand that l was
blisstully happy at the side of this pretty
woman, who laughed continually and
never, for second, permitted my plate
or my glass to be empty.
''The husband was much less jovial,
and though be smiled at times at the nom
sense of his wife, did 50 with difficulty
and with an air of selt-reprOach. Even
the wines OF Vouvray were powerless to
loosen his tongue. Abstracted and i'll at
ease, he started and jumped at ev ry SEN
tence; he seemed to me like man antici-
p9ting a blow. For instance, as he was
sharpening the knife to cut up the
chicken, said to him carelessly: See
here. my friend, give that to me; | can
lop off the head as well as you cam He
nearly fell from his chair, his hand trem-
bled and he blushed like a rose. For the
first time during the meal his wife also
stopped her chattering. Silence reigned
in the room. l was astounded at the re-
ception OF my joke.