The San Mateo item. (San Mateo City, Putnam County, Fla) 189?-19??, 1909-08-28


ace Bllnn, and after somewhat orig
lnal experiences the pair fall upon
each others necks In a rather hack.
neyed style. and are presumably hap
by ever afterwards
She called the story "The Trans
formation OF Agricola" and sent Il
10 The Daily Gallop, a newspaper
published in her own distant city
md, the spell OF inertia being brok
en-, stralghtway reeled OF other stor.
les which she despatched TO various
periodicals.
When Sophie was not looking for
fresh scenes to transfer TO her can.
vas, the girls spent their time under
the favorite tree. AS long as the
haying in the meadow across the
stream lasted. Constance surreptitl.
ously studied the young farmer
through the field glasses. But all
things temporal must end, especial
ly grass, and the hay field soon was
stubble and knew the young Agricola
no more.
In few weeks the story appeared.
Almost simultaneously with the re-
ceipt Of the paper containing II, the
girls we're startled by seeing the I'M
mistakable figure OF Agricola, hand
some as Adonis but arrayed in
clerical-looking garb. crossing the
stubble field toward the stream. A
mischievous whiff OF wind suddenly
caught his Panama hat and whisked
| Il into the water, where Il proceeded
| 10 float down stream. The girls al
most invOluntarily sprang to assist
, in the rescue. The wind had borne
1t toward their side, and as they
reached the edge OF the water the
hat was lodged temporarily against
| rock. Constance impulsively stepped
| from rock TO rock and seized the
runaway just as II was slipping from
its mooring. Here was now a dilem-
ma. How was she to get the hat to
this troublesome person who was with
difficulty REFRESHING his laughter? But
| he was soon making his way TO her
side by means OF other rocks. II was
a perilous trip as the rocks were far
apart and slippery, but he finally
reached her, when she straightway
lost her footing and slipped into the
brook. The clerical-looking person,
of course, could not do less than fish
| her out and escort the ladies to- their
boarding place. a nearby farmb
AS he uncovered his shapely head In
parting, he said with extreme grav-
ity, 81 am the Rev. Horace Blinn.
May have the pleasure OF calling?"
Constance turned the color OF a
poppy, and without causing her the
embarrassment OF reply, the rev.
erend gentleman departed.
The situation was confided to the
good lady where they boarded. She
laughed till tears stood in her eyes.
You ne Int be afraid OF him." she
assured them. II know him we'll. His
folks live about here. But he has
the Joke on you and shant tell
any tales about him. You never
thought a farmer boy would be read
ing your stories, did your" And she
continued to laughed immoderately.
The next morning Constance and
her friend were sitting in. their fav-
orite spot under the ash tree when
the Rev Horace Blinn, in an appro-
pirate outing suit came swinging
across the field, gracefully skipped
over the rocks unlmpeded by minis
terial raiment. and Joined them where
they sat.
With a murmur of apology and an
agreeable smilo. he handed each OF
the girls a card. They read, "Mr
Herbert Deland" And in one corner,
THE Daily Gallop."
AS they stared at the name with