The Florida agriculturist., 1889-02-27

along, or likely you come across some
sharper an he fooled yc out ont. Don't
blame you none fur not wantin' to tel!
ont. Spose you old folks goes out in the
back room an let me an Myrtle spark.
Well come to terms, hey, Myrtle?' with
another wink.
''Mr. Reed" exclaimed Myrtle, ''my
father paid you the three thousand dol
lars. We know he did, and SO do YOU
Since you are SO wicked as to deny it
you can have no heart to which can APP
peal" Overcome with grief and repug-
nance she felt on the point of bursting
into tears. She left the room hastily,
not waiting to see what effect her words
had produced.
Mr.. Reed scowled fiercely and grew red
in the face. ''Hoity, toity; wicked, hey"
he snarled. "wall guess I'll be goin'.
"Yis, go" cried Mrs Pettigrew, 'an'
the quicker the better. Mebbe you'll
cheat us out o the farm, but shouldn't
think all the money ye could steal 'ud be
much comfort to We, KNOWN thet all
hands, young an old, hates ye like pisin.
You was the meanest boy in school, /
amt forgot yer dirty tricks, an sens ye
growed up ye ain't improved. Pears to
me ye grow wuss every year"
Trembling with rage, Mr.. Reed waited
to hear no more. AS he went out he
slammed the door, then opened it, and,
putting his head into the room again,
yelled, "Soon's the law'll git ye out, out
yell 60"
Sam Hosmer, Myrtle's lover, found it
necessary during the next few days to do
good deal in the line of consolation,
especially on behalf of Myrtle. He strove
to convince her that his frequent pres
ence was absolutely necessary to prevent
her from falling into the lowest depths of
gloom, and though she laughed at him
playfully for his assurance, his cheerful
view of the situation and his hopeful
ness were appreciated by her and her
mother, if not by Cyril. His many sar-
castle remarks and suggestions did not
abash the young man in the least, though
they were often quite severe.
One evening Mrs. Pettigrew received a
pretty little note from young lady of
their acquaintance, saying that she would
spend the next day with her and hoped
she should be welcome. The writer,
Florrie Vail, was an orphan, who lived
with an old aunt, to whom she gave
home. She was something of an heiress,
fact which had prevented her marriage
with Joel before now They were en-
gagged, but Joel was sturdily independent
and would not take her from her own
home until he could give her another as
good.
True to her promise, Florrie came over
the next day about 10 o'clock, 'waIkin
into the room as quiet as little white
mousse as Mrs. Pettigrew told her.
She put her arms around Mrs Petit
crews neck, kissed her cheek and cried
a little. I've heard all about your
trouble, dear" she said; Il wrote Joel
about it, for l knew you wouldn't. But,
indeed, he would rather know. wanted
to lend the money to his father and SO
wrote Joel, but he made no reply to
that, or at least this is what he did
write Blushing, she held her snow
flake of hand over the upper corner,
and Mrs. Pettigrew pretended she did
not see the words, ''My sweetest treas
ure." The letter read as follows: $50
and spend the day with my folks Thurs
day. | will be home on the noon train.
Tell them not to send to the station for
me, as some one else will take me over,
unless my calculations are wrong" Mrs.