254 A WELL-SPENT SUNDAY. 



" The man seemed in furious haste him- 

 self; he just gave the note to Wee Fanny, 

 whom he met at the door, and was off like a 

 shot. 5 ' 



"By George, it is Hector's nets," said 

 the Parson. " I always thought we should 

 hear more of that. Did you not see the 

 men looking at each other significantly the 

 other day at the Upper Rapids, when you 

 were telling that story about the Killarney 

 weirs ? I thought they meant mischief. The 

 fact is, one soon gets to consider one's 

 attendant as a part of one's self. Really we 

 ought to take care how we throw such fire- 

 brands about among such a combustible 

 people." 



" To tell you the truth," said the Captain, 

 " if Hector's nets are destroyed, I for one 

 think he deserves it richly ; it was a mere piece 

 of legal poaching, under cover of a flaw in the 

 Act of Parliament ! Hang the fellow, I hope 

 they have not left him a net in the world. 

 Besides, he is nothing more than the agent ; 

 he will not be hurt ; and touching their 

 pockets is the only way you can speak to a 

 company's feelings." 



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