The Florida agriculturist. [volume] (DeLand, Fla.) 1878-1911, 1889-01-23

ing breakfast for their husbands. Thin,
spiral clouds of pale blue assembled into mid
heaven to become part of it.
4 A glorious day it promised to be. Prairie
poppies and roses saucily nodded their
heads in the gentlest of warming breezes.
The dew drops sparkled like diamonds i'll
the early morning sum- and the air was
laden with the sweetest perfume.
The child awoke shortly after SUNRISE
end turned his large blue eyes inquiringly
upon his companion. Alien knew he want
&c to ask some question, but was unable to
tell what tho question was, or convey any
answer to the boy.
The light of the morning sun revealed a
still nearer resemblance to Bertha, and he
knew that the child must be very near
relative of hers. She had not said how
nearly related the child was to her, or that
he was any relation at ALL There was 50
much hidden in the manner of the beautiful
girl that Allen was unable to come TO any
satisfactory conclusion.
At last the little fellow began to show
signs of restlcssness. He gave utterancc
to inarticulate sounds and pointed down the
road.
81 suppose he is anxious to know how near
we are to our journeys end, "Allcn thought.
eff even knew, it might be impossible to
get him to understand. 1t can not be over
ten miles, and [ will try to tell him some
way''
s The childs mind was very bright, and he
understood by the mods and gestures Of his
companion that it was not far.
For several moments the little fellow was
quiet, and then he began to make signs that
he was hungry.
"Poor little fellow, no doubt you are hun
hon
to, we will try to get breakfast and have
our horse fed.''
Unaccustomed to the saddle, Allen was
stiff, sore and weary in every joint. The
long ride, without moments sleep or rest,
was telling even on his iron constitution.
He drew rein in front of a country house,
and hailed farmer who was just harness
ing his horses to go to his days work.
s'Can we get breakfast and horse fed
here?' he asked.
The farmer, with one eye closed and head
slightly to one side, gazed at him moment
and said:
Il reckin so, stranger. Breakfasts bout
over, though / reckin the old CONAN kin
skeer up a leetle fur We. Whar'n the Worl'
dye come from?"
The fire of an inquisitive old farmer was
until this moment unthought of, and for u
moment Allen was a little Disconnected He
knew so little about the mission on which
he was engaged that he doubted if he could
make the explanation satisfactory to the
countryman, even if he attempted it. He
evasively answered that they came from UP
the country.
"Umph, humph! that your boy?" asked
the farmer.
''No, sir, am taking him to some of his
relatives who live further down the coun-
try, and are going away"
"Loolzs like We rid most all night" said
the farmer, examining the horse with one
eye shut.
I'VE have travelled good part OF tho
night. We had to do so to reach the child S
friends in time"
Bright boy-ar' ye hungry, younsstor!''
Unfortunately the poor child is both
deaf and dumb"
"Ah! IS that so? WE'LL it's too bad.
Mighty pretty leetle teller. Here, Chet,"
called the farmer to a ragged, dirty urchin,
who was running about in the yard, $50 in
the house an tell yer nav that thar's a
gent an leetle boy hereuwhat want their
breakfast; an then you come back an feed
this hoss.o
albright" answered the boy, runningto
the house.
With a feeling of almost complete ex-
haustion, Allen dismounted. When the
farmer took the poor child from the saddle
he could scarcely stand Our hero took the
child's hand in his and led him to the house,
where both sank down in chairs.
The farmer remained behind to see that
the horse was properly fed and curried by