The Living Age Volume 269 (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1911 Excerpt: ...get 'em this morning." "When I thought you were up at the sheep-pen and were working so hard." exclaimed she, and her lip drooped. "'Twas along o' working so hard that the wish came to me to be somewhere cool and pleasant," rejoined he. "I borrowed a bike at Chudbury and nipped off to Branston for these 'ere. Mine's a beauty, too--'tis for fly fishin'. I've got the flies here, see--pretty little things, aren't they? Ye'd a'most think this one was real." He edged himself close to her, putting his arm round her shoulders. "B'ain't ye pleased, Tamsine?" he cried. "There, I do feel so happy I could very near jump out of my skin Wasn't it jist about a good notion to come here?--and what a day--there, it do make one feel jist glad to be alive." He looked so handsome, so winning, so ecstatically happy, that his girlwife banished her forebodings and kissed him buck with a joyousness equal to his own. The sunshine had left the pool, and the shade of the copse, falling across this particular bend of the river, favored the fisherman's plan. Soon Tamsine was installed at her post, rod in hand, her eyes fixed on the little blue disc which kept floating towards the reeds and had to be gently drawn back into a more suitable position. Now and then her gaze would wander to David's active graceful figure, as he stood on the brink of a more open space, marking the poise of his head, the quick turn of his wrist. It was while absorbed in contemplating her husband that she was suddenly recalled to her actual duty by a little spring of the rod in her hand, and looking down she saw her float disappear. Instead of following David's instructions and giving the slight, sharp jerk which should have secured her fish, she threw up ...