The evening times., 1895-11-12

his own bed. aud accomplished some ex-
ecrable cookery in the Intervals OF oifiDg
| MS duck gum Even duck shooting be-
comes q WEAKNESS when a man has to man
| age gun and punt singiehanded. One afe.
| ernoon le abandoned the sport In an ex-
ceedingly bad temper, and pulled up to the
Jaws of Cuckoo Valley. Here he landed
and after an hours trudge in the marshy
bottoms, had the luck to knock over two
brace of woodcock.
He rowed back with his spoil, and was
making making; fast fast to the ferry sleps. when z
dies again and pulled down to Ponteglos.
The short day was closing. and already a
Young moon giimmered on the floods.
The woodcock were cooked to a turn:
Wicser birds never reclined on toast. The
waitress removed the cloth and returned
VIII Kettle. retired and returned again
with short-necked bottle. a glass and
spoon, sugar, a nutmeg and a lemon; re-
ITO fortify YOU" said Mistress Pru
the lemon rind.
The night air." Master Simon muir
INJURED.
Against the damp house you're going
Ddck 10, the lady corrected.
You talk without giving 1t trial"
AS you talk, in your parlor, of deep
As 4 ships captain, you would respect
me, perhaps?"
NO, for you haven't the head; bu. I
Should like your pluck. If saw you set.
L., Il
out and give you a chance to steer a wo-
man. instead of ship. You would find
her safer"
Master Simon emptied his glass. rose.
and wound his great comforter about III
meek Ihe widow saw him to the door.
pure very obstinate woman" he
And with this he unmoored his boat and
rowed resolutely homeward. A strong wind
came piping down ON the back of a strong
Tue, nd Master Simon arched his shoulders
against it.
Married man or Mariner" 1t piped. an
he rounded the first bend
II know my own mind,' believe" said
Master simon to himself. there's as good
Tor salmon Flowing Source will beat Christ.
church any day. I've alwa ys Maintained"
Married man or mariner" piped the
Wild, In the words of Ann the cook
Master Simon pulled his left paddle hard
and rounded the second bend.
Married man or mar"
His heels flew up and his head struck
the bottom boards Then, in a moment.
lhe boat was gone, and rush OF water
sang IN his ears and choked him. He
clutched at it.
Mistress Prudence stood in her door
way ON the quay, as Master Simon had left
her. In the room above, the " aitress blew
out her candle, drew up the blind. and
Opcned her indow 10 the moonlight.
..selinai'' the mistress called.
Selma thrust out her head
What's that coming down the river?''
A black, amorpbous mass was moving
swiftly down toward the quay.
II think tbs a haystack," Selma
whispered. and then, Lord save us all,
there's man en- jtr'
mani cried the widow shriIly.
''What mani"
A voice answered the question, calling
for help out OF the rivera voice that she
knew.
what is it," she called back.
think. quavered Master Simon
Il think tits the roof o. Flowing Sourcer'
Mistress Prudence ran down the quay
steps, cast off the first boat that Law
Mandy. and pulled across the dark mass
sweeping sea ward AS it crossed ahead
OF her bows, she dropped the paddles. ran
her might
The Pandora's Box Inn stands on Ponteg-
los Quay to this day. All that is left OF
Flowing Source hangs on the wall of its
best parlor-four dark oak timbers. form
ing frame around a portrait, the por-
tralt or woman OF middle age and
comforta bic countenance. In the right.
hand top corner OF the picture. in letters Of
Iaue1 gold, runs the legend: luxor bona
instar ndvis.''-ROmance