The Florida agriculturist. [volume] (DeLand, Fla.) 1878-1911, 1896-05-27

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ing Hong Foy. But on Saturday nigh
of the month Of June, in the year 1881,
he threw a bolt at Hong Foy, hit hin
with crooked spike and made run tx
the Toulouse to get wrench to xii
him with. He bad seen Maggie wher
she kissed the young Chinaman in the
kitchen.
In the shade Of the Toulouse, afte1
McGoggin had retired, Hong Foy crept
like dog which had been whipped out
Of it's kennel but knows not where to 60
He knew two lines of steel over which
Cinnamon labored, while redheadec
white man swore volubly at them. Ht
knew blue horizon, and these things
were all he knew in that land-except
ing the sun. Where could he go? AS he
leaned dejectedly against the Toulouse
and thought Of his love making, he
wept, and weeping, Maggie found him.
Hong Foy had not dreamed Of the fu.
ture, and had not expected the coming Of
the girl He had expected to sleep in
the Toulouse that night and be beaten
again in the morning But Maggie had
planned. The best part Of her plan was
that she had brought huge bottle, and
it had water in it. eve will go that
way" she said, pointing put into the
desert.
It is not so bad to walk all night
through the desert if you are sure you
are going to have shade in which to
rest the next day. But the next day
came, and as Maggie and Hong Foy
looked about them all they saw was
what couple of ants in a plasterer' s
box of lime see. Far, far, far away,
round about and near it was white.
And it was so fiat that they seemed to
look up out Of basin to brim which
was white and blue, and the alkali and
the sky nestled so close to each other and
the sky arched over as though it were
the roof of the plain in such wise that
Maggie thought they might as well
have been imprisoned in the shell Of a
monster egg-only it would have to be
the biggest egg and biggest shell ever
created, and there would be room for
only one of such like in the world. The
SUN was beautiful in the early morning,
and there were roses in the desert east
just as there are roses in the east of the
orchard land. the sun looked on them
with friendly rotundity for an hour,
and then he frowned, and the frown
was Of white heat And sleepily they
plodded on, searching for a brush big
enough to cast two square feet of shade.
They had no means of telling time
other than by the sun, but the girl knew
the secrets of the sun and knew it was
10 o'clock when the pale, calm face Of
Hong Foy looked into hers with dumb
piteousness, and he sank in a swoon.
Hurriedly the girl uncovered his head
and saw for the first time the great,
Jagged ragged hole made by that bent
spike thrown by her father. The iron
had dug deep, but the Chinaman had
plastered the wound with the clean
waste taken from the Toulouse and had
wrapped his cue around it, Maggie re-
garded the hurt with little bit Of wo-
manly horror, and then she thought of
how her lover had walked all that night
through the sands with his head wreck
ed by her fathers effort and had not in
timated that he was injured at all
''He is worth it, r." said Maggie. And
tenderly she dressed the wound, wash
ing it with the precious water Hong Foy
had carried in the great bottle "He is
worth it. -
If you would have to guess at the
smallest part of that awful journey go