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Chapter NumberVIII
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Full Date1892-01-16
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Newspaper TitleThe Bendigo Independent (Vic. : 1891 - 1918)
Trove TitleThe Devil's Own. An Australian Story
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CHAPTER VIII (Continued.)


At last he died, I cannot say deeply re gretted, leaving children by the woman that was his wife and children by the woman that was not his wife to inherit his wealth, and

enjoy his gold ns much as ho had enjoyed col lecting it. As a rale miser father a beget spendthrift sons, but tins was-not the case with tie children of Daniel Jones, who had lived to such a good old age, and had kept his money so entirely under his own control. Careful economy had become second nature with his children who had waited so long and patiently for their golden inheritance, and knew too well the value of money to waste their sub stance in riotous living whatever the third and fourth generation might do. That re mained to be proved whether the low blood or peculiarities of Daniel Jones would he stamped out or otherwise in the future generations. If wealth, education and civilisation arc supposed to bring the standard of perfection in man to concert pitch, thou, indeed, ought the future generations of the Jones family to bo princes and emperors of the laud* in nobility of soul, energy of diameter, and giants of intellect, for very few had revelled in the luxuries of civilisation equal to the Joneses. There is an old saying that it takes five generations to make a* gentleman, but that is an old fashioned notion of the period of powdered hair, buckled shoes, the minuet and true gentleman. , This is a different age, and to make a gentleman ac cording to the present qualification of an age of steam, one generation suffices, provid ing he is gifted with that one talisman— wealth, the golden key to tho world’s para dise, and plenty of bounce in his composition to carry it off, education being used, as a matter of course, in an age, where, under tho enlarged system of education which is. almost compulsory, becoming still inoro necessary owing to the extension of tho suffrage which is now universal. It is, however, question able, whether the system* of state education is really conducive to tho general good. “A little learning is a dangerous thing,” says our great and true oracle, Shakespeare, and the system of state education just enables the masses to read light literature without educating the mind to argue justly tho pros and cons of a ease. Thus tho individual just able to read, naturally takes up the lowest class of writing, being unable to grasp the meaning of tho higher which requires more thought. The Maori is taught to read the Bible. Ho does not understand the grand lessons inculcated therein, but simply reads as n child reads a pleasant story. Yet to teach “the three It’s" is necessary. The ex tension of the Huffrago requires this, though tho abuse of this initial knowledge is sure to take place amongst a largo percentage of the voting mosses, and from this source proceeds those communistic and socialistic tendencies which crop up so frequently, and which threaten ultimately to revolutionise tho existing institutions. -But to return to tho wealthy denizens of Pekin Court and their neighbors in Hauteville. Change of fortune had by no moans improved these lucky people. I think it is Matthew Henry who writes:— “There is a burden of’care in getting riches; fear in keeping them ; temptation in using them; guilt in abusing them; sorrow in losing them; and a burden of account at lost to bo given up concerning thorn." I guess, as tho Americans sav, Matthew Homy had never been to Hauteville, or ho would have altered his tenets, and found that conscience was a very small item in thocomposition of these money kings, ns to their money bag, and tho proper use of thorn. They had an immense amount of self-esteem and self-righteousness, “tho devil’s masterpiece,” and ruled tho less lucky denizens with pride unbearable, forget ting that too soon for them would the fiat go forth; “this night shall thy soul ho required of thoe. ’’ It is hard for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven, CHAPTER IX DIS CONTENT. "For not the «es»?eJt»3 change of shifted place, Gan from tho heart a Bottled grief erase; Nor can tho purer balm of forejgq’.ajr Heal the distempered mind of aching pore. The wretch by wild impatience driven to rove. Vexed with tho pangs of ill requilted love; From polo to pole tho fatal arrow bears. Whoso rooted point hie bleeding bosom tears, With equal pains each different clime he tries, And is himself that torment which he flies. Bonn Lyttlbxon. It is blowing furiously a hot wind, as a blast from a furnace, covering the lawns with a debris of withered leaves, or making the gardens n parched looking wilderness of flowers and shrubs, dust hero and dust there, dust everywhere; clouds of it, more partic ularly in the strpets and roads up and down of which figures almost indiseernublo from the dust, iu Indian silk attire, cud pith helmets, are in vain lighting against mdo Borins manfully, armed with umbrellas hold down firmly over their faces as they struggle on, very disgusted with tho elements and their own dirty state in particular. Housemaids*are grumbling, having dusted and dusted at their respective houses for the fourth time that day ; cooks are grumbling because their jollies and creams arc likely to bo a failure: butchers grumble at having to close their shops; drapers at their closed doors; everyone grumbling, but none more bo than the inmates of Pekin Court, who, like a hive of bees at swarming time, pro busy at work for “master and missus” are expected home after nearly a year’s absence. “This beastly wind,” says Mrs, Grampus, the cook, “ice or no there’ll not bo a decent cream or jolly if it goes on like this.” “Jollies and creams (indignantly) look at my flowers and strawberries, in spite of my covering ’em well up; they’re that gritty,” said the gardener, entering the kitchen laden with baskets .of vegetables, flowers and frait of all kinds, his face, us red as a full blown peony with bent and vexation. “Lot's all go to bed till it is over and resume our autos at a .later period,” says the now footman, polishing away at some salvers. He is a bit of a wag, but no one . is inclined to even notice bis joke, the appreciation of wit being impossible at Pekin Court just then. “There is little time to spare, and much to bo done, and no time to bo wasted in nonsense,” says the cook, solemnly flourish ing about a rolling pin. “Don’t tell mo about our fine climate when wo are almost choked with dust to-day, and little time to clean oneself being that busy.” Tho P. and O, s.s Lahore had been tele graphed, and would arrive at Goldsborough in two days at the latest. Much gossiping, great thinking and earnest consideration had occupied the time and minds of (ho pas sengers ns to what toilettes they should (Jon for landing, and a more than usual debate on the subject for tile l-rfilioro was to anchor on Sunday—tho day of all others that tho pier would bo crowded with holiday folk and (ho dresses of the passengers upon, Mrs. PiijJiesn, a lawyer’s wife (who* spent half her time ;md most of her husband’s income in living as a grass widow in England or on tho European continent, leaving her meek and mild husband to lv) head nurse during her absence) had studied tlfa subject carefully, and os the ship anchored on fj)C Sunday alongside tho plot*, she had come out strong in'a costume of tho latest French and, ergo, most conspicuous iashion, and thus ar rayed as she stopped on shoro from the ship, foiled to recognise many of her . old friends and acquaintances who hud not forgotten her. “Travelling on the continent is apt to make ?one forget faces so,” she said drawlingly, fanning herself wjlh .a largo Watican fan. “Am 1 really speaking to Mrs. Earle,” she added listlessly, os an old lady came forward to shake hands, telling her name at tho same time. - “ How did yon enjoy tho voyage, Mrs, Pinkcon?” said a young dark moustached individual. “Not nt nil, Van; it was tedious to-.n degree. The passengers wore so slow, .positively goody goodies, T nearly yawned myself to death. I.*’ really liclicvc they would have proponed family prayers if the voyage had diu Led much longer. ,Ah ! there’s "William,” na a tall pnlo faced limp—looking man likcafrmk coaled rushlight, hurried ?forward to meet his wife with a loving em brace, but was pulled up short .by a cold “how are you William? children well, I sup pose, See to my things; I am sick of tho ship and dying to get oh shore, Tiicie are seventeen mail trunks and any mnount of small packages, Jenkins 1ms tho list and tho 1110 R Ransom first; you con follow with Jenkins,* and the cara sposo, with n mgh of regret, set. off to got a conveyance for his fashionable wife, Iwforo seeing to nor fads and farthingales. Mrs, Pinkcon, ®r* nn nngry sulky Ippk on her face th#t divy,

which 8ho could ill afford, for she had ho claim to beauty, her only recommendation to her admirers being certain in mannerism «.e., the gushing manner from top to too of a fashionable married flirt, particular in the studied effect of looking-genuinely from a pair of educated eyes. Looking the pic ture of cross patchism nnd disgust, for one" this fashionable butterfly, was honest in not hiding her temper, and her spleen—the fact . she had found the voyage a dead t failure as far ns flirting was concerned : the ; captain know her too well, the officers ditto' I also many of tho passengers, so she hat! . detormminod to fascinate the only titled passenger on board, Sir Herbert Armyta°e. , She had worn her prettiest dresses, had , minced about in prettiest shoos and her most becoming hats; had studied effect for hours together (like the young Indies of old in tho mmiuy pimrniny school) to look sweetly and say gushing things to the baronet to no effect; all her fascinations had failed to fascinate or even to entrap him into a mere flirtation, pour passer lo temps, in fact ho had mortally offended her one day at lunch by savin 0 within her hearing, that ho never looked twice on a pretty woman unless she was fair of the Raphael type, which Mrs, Pinkoon was not. There is the usual excitement of a ship’s arrival, passengers jostling each other in eager anxiety to land or even get their higgago! visitors jostling tho passengers, stopping the way os thov dawdle about, • star-' ing at everybody nnd everything from tho now arrivals themselves to the labels oh their trunks, which lie in piles hero and there; friends and relatives greeting each other joyously; coolies busy nt work, or flying hither and thither to obey commands, Tho captain now and then shoving to the foro as proof that ho is there, but up to his eyes in business and pleasure- combined, over whelmed with friends, rfnd on the other side deep in business. Tho bars are crowded, part ing glasses being the only pastimes to indulge in whilst waiting for wive?, children, ser vants, or luggage. There is n happy look on most of tho passengers, who arc evidently glad to be on term Anna again. Apart from tho mass and talking to each other are two men, evidently new arrivals, for they look round at everybody and everything. They are both tall, but’in strong contrast to each other, tho youngest of tho .pair having light curly hair and beard, with pinky looking race, much sunburnt. He is holding by the collar a largo dog of tho bloodhound species. The animal has been tho terror of tho passengers and crow, and still continues to bo alarming, for people fightjsliy of tho brute nnd go round another way. “Wo are off, Sir Hubert,” savs Mr. I Ebonezer Jones, joining tho group. r ‘Can I bo of any service, as you won’t come to the Court? “Is there a decent hotel or inn in Golda borough?” says tho stranger. (Strikingly handsome man, says some one who has been looking on at the scone.) “Miles of them,’’.says Mr. Jones. “There’s tho Grand Continental, Mackenzie’s Victoria, Prince of Wales, and others; but wo must put your name down at the club. ” “Oh, then you have a club,’’ says the stranger supercilously, in surprised tones. “Certainly, au revoir,” said Mr. Jones, hurrying off. “We’ll lake the Continental,” says the youngest of tins strangers, and forthwith his friend or companion, whoever he may bo, gives orders to tho courier or valet, and tho party drive off. » CHAPTER X. “Nym: You’ll pay me tho eight shillings I won off you allotting. Pistol; Rase is tho slave that pays.”— Honry tho Fifth, “That’s Armytage, a now chum, just out; arrived by the Lahore. Beastly rich—stinks of money,” said a man standing in the hall of the Goldsborough dab as Ebcnezor Jones entered with his friend, Sir Hubert Armytage, who, for some minutes after had to run tho gauntlet of introduction amongst the several members, who happened at that hour to bo there, “Docs ho play, Jones?” said Stnnmoro, in a whisper. “ Ready for anything I should think, from pitch and toss to manslaughter,” said Ebo nozer, laughingly, “tho best fdlow I have met for many a long day—a bit reserved — but quo voulez vous—a Baronet is a Baronet, nnd Hir Hubert is a genuine article, a dia mond of tho first water—long pedigree— ancestral halls—and nil tho rest of tho thingummy.” , “Bravo, Jones, well chalk it up. How you have improved; couldn’t have believed it! Been to school 'again or been reading too Family Herald?-” said n tawny-haired in dividual of tho crayfish or prawn type, join ing tho brace of men as they whispered to gether, lighting their cigars before adjourn ing to the billiard room. Champagne was ordered in by Ebcnozer, tho health of himself was drank with that of the now guest, ungrudgingly. Game after same of billiards followed, at which tho baronet proved himself an adopt, in spite of a glovo on bis left hand, the thumb of which had been injured m a shooting expe dition” ho stated, the players wondering how he could play nt all with such a drawback. “I’ll bo hanged if I could play at all with a glovo on,” said Captain Stanmorc. Much gossip and scandal was discussed, for there is no human being on tho face of the earth so fond - of a bit of scandal ns your veritable club man—he simply revels iij gossip, ond the more atrocious, indecent or slanderous it is tho better—it is his nectar— nnd ho eclipses tho ugliest, old feminine scandal-monger. The Goldsborough community was no excep tion. “There goe.s old Bones” said Charlie Smart, looking*out of the club window “I wonder he is not ashamed of himself for being nlivo at hfs time of life.” “Poor Methuselah; it's very sad, very sad indeed ! at least for the insurance companies; they must bo very much out of pocket,” - said another. . , “By tho way did you hear that Dicky Ferrers hap been caught at last—tho Hon. Dicky." . . “No! ’tisn’t true, tho stem parients posi tively refuse to have anything to do with tho fair, Pandomoninn or no Vandoraonian they refuse oven to tolerate .the notion. I have -St on the best authority from Molly herself, and Dicky is ordered homo, popr Dicky! poor Molly.” “Hoigho! hclas, tho course of true lovo never did run smooth,” said Bertie Smith, with a stage groan. “ I thought I should have had to ait in the cab all night,” said Charlie Lang, bursting into tho room.” “I drove up with old Rontpn, and, by Jove! if he didn’t keep me walling exactly four minutes by my watch before ho started, boggling with cobby about n six pence, Oh dear, what a blessing it must bo to bo a rich man—you nro privilegd to do a thousand nnd one mean things that wo poor devils dar’nt attempt* Old Ronton must bo worth at least nine thousand a year—It is positively sickening.” “Hero come tho Harlequin Cullodon mob —any of you going to their cooky shine to morrow?” “I rim v not for one,” said Harvey L’Estrangc,™! can’t get on with old Cull.” “And I can’t got on with Mrs, Cull,” says Ghavlje, “who was she?” “I think oho rejoiced in tho name of Cub, at least her father was a lub in every sense of the word,” ?aid Arthur Jackson, “They give jolly feeds, don’t they?” said a junior member. * “ Yes,” said Charlie ; “but my son, bettor is a dinner of herbs and contentment there with, than a stalled ox and etcetera, etcetera for uauco,” “All very well tp preach, Charlie; hut I’ll bo hanged If I shouldn’t swear If 1 saw nothing but some sago, pennyroyal, and tho other What you ooll ’oms, for uy dinner,'" said podgy Tom Byrqot, “By jovol what a pretty foot,” said one, “Do you mean the 74 in full sail bearing down upon us?’" “No, that's tho Honorable Mrs, C-h-o-l, with a cliol mon, with a ehol mou—I am tirod out. Cholmondoley, ditto; vulgarly pro nouned Chumlo, a young friend or companion or both is tho ownor of the pretty feet. What a pretty, face?” Yes; and sho is a jolly girl. I mot her nt Lady Lagers last night but, oh > her voice. I never hoard any voice equal to it.” “That’s not saying much Fred,” said Burnet, “ I hoar she is going on tho stage next year. By jovo! what a sensation she will create.' 1 should like to he there myself to see it* She has been studying for two years In Italy.” “Who’s she? thecal,” said a now corner, “I say, why didn’t Jones put down name with Avmytago’s? I met Forth' last night—such a nice fellow—beats tho baronet to fits, 1 promised to look him up I shall have his name put down. ” “ Amytogo said ho refused it* I wonder why; perhaps ho is of a retiring disposition.” “ Not a bit of it, Ho can hold his own with any one; In fact, ho rather floored mo onco or twice, Ta-ta, I'm off—any messages. Here’s Gruhb—goggles and oil—coming to toko my place—Gruhb promotcd.vieo Morston resigned. What on nss ho is making of him

aolf with that Mrs. to be continued in our next. Ta-ta," It was nearly ono o’clock whon they met that night in Charlton's Club quartern, an bo termed his rooms. “ Do you object to a tit up?” said Captain Stamoro to the baronet. “Not in the least; but I am quite a novice at any game. Is it nap or loo? I never, play later than throe o’clock, so I warn you be forehand," said Sir Hubert Armytago smil ing. “ Play just ns long as you like," said one, Tim game was soon in.full swing. To the surprise and disgust of all, Sir Hubert won and continued winning till the clock struck three, whon ho threw down bis cards and rose to leave, at which there was a murmur. “No, no, you must not go yet—you can’t.” “ Gentlemen, if you prefer i I will leave my winnings on tbo table. I think Dame Fortune is generally kind in her freaks to now players, I play no more to-night,” This, of course, was not listened to,” “Well you'll give us our revenge to-morrow night” said Captain Stnnmorc morosely, “ Coiwiuly with great pleasure.” said Sir Hubert. As the party broke up he, with a good night, loft thorn and descended to the hall. “ fie has the devil’s own luck,” said Capain Stanmoro savagely. “I’ll malic it hot for ; him yet. ” “Armytago a novice,” said the Prawn. “Don’t tell me lie is a new chum- at cards, [ I wish I had half his luck—bah 1 novice. Ho is an old hand at tbo game—not to bo caught with chaff, cli, Stanmoro." “ Well, he’ll have to whistle for his win- I nings from me," said the captain to Dr. [ O'llalloran. | Captain Stanmoro was a popular member of the club, also with a certain sot, but not noted for his gentlemanly principles of honor; indeed, it was a common thing to hear it said, “I have Stanmoro’s lOU’s to any amount," by some now comer or poor in nocent. “So I have,” would bo the answer; “but my dear fellow don't for a moment think you’ll over bo paid. Stanmoro never pays if ho can possibly Help it though ho takes good care to make others pay.” No wonder the men were savage. Old stagers as they wore in the art of Winning at cards, they had stood to win hundreds, if not thousands, amongst them that night from tho now chum ; whereas they had lost heavily, and were now at their wits’ end to find out tho why and wherefore—new chums, as a rule, having generally fallen victims to the very educated-in-card-playing members of the club. “Could you make out Ins play, doctor,” said Larow; “bo banged if I could.” “Nor I,” said Warner; “though I-watched him like a veritable old cat. It puzzled mo altogether. ” “I really thought there was some devil’s dodgery about it, but what hand!? ho bold,” said Marcus Wilson, putting-on Ills overcoat. “I shouldn’t like to play much with him and bis Dame Fortune, at which there was a general laugh, as they said goo I-night and separated. It is not to bo supposed in such a com munity ns that of Goldsborough, society people would allow a good looking baronet with a good looking rent roll of several thousands a year, to waste his attractions in tho desert air, and remain perdu for long. Nows of the arrival of such nn acquisition to,tho fashionable world ran like wild flro up hill and down dale, and before it bad reached any distance, like tho story of the little jug, it had increased rapidly in detail, for as Shakespeare truly says, “rumor doth double like tho voice and echo,” and ore long Sir Hubert Armytago was reported to bo a millionaire in fortune, a prince as to pedi gree and accomplishments n Chesterfield in manners, a Byron in education and talent, and last, not least, nn angel in temper, and an apollo as to beauty jn form and feature. “You had better start a visiting book," said tho baronet’s companion soon after their arrival at tho hotel Continental Goldsborough, na a bewildering pyramid of visiting cards, tinted notes, etc., etc,, lay on tho table waiU ing to ho noticed, answered, or acknow ledged. “ It will save you a lot of bothcr'and bo a cheerful memento of‘the aborigines to take away with you.” Sir Hubert-swept up tho notes and cards towards him, and commenced reading ono, looking unmistakably pleased at tho sudden antipodean homage, “Oh, I see, this is for you, Forth; I never thought of looking at the address, and opened it by mistake,” “My dear fellow, don't apologise pray, or i you’ll make me blush. Pray finish the con tents now you have commenced. It will save mo so much trouble.” said his friend, sarcas- | tically, and “phew! scouted enough to knock i you down. How women civn bo so oasonHally vulgar ns to scent even their writing paper, phew, and that abominable pachonli like the smell pf nn expiring paraflln lamp—phew • abominable. ” “ It is an iovjtation from tho Stewart’s to dinner. I expect mine is here somewhere,” he added, turning over the heap, “Dinner is it,” said Forth; “that’s a bore, thought they said yesterday tho Stewart’s wore going to give a ball; however, 1 sup pose I ought to bo grateful for small mercies, that is, always provided tbo natives have a docent chef.” “You may on that,” Said Sir Hubert. “Ah! hero are two more for the same night; that's a nuisance having to decide which." “Try them all round, if tho time is r.t all different. It can bo managed—soup here ontro there, leaving tho dessert for the best conniscur of wine,” said Forth, who was in a facetious humor that morning, amused at his friend’s satisfaction. “We couldn’t do that very well, could wo,” said Sir Hubert. “ I board that society in tho colonics, particularly in Goldsborough, is very civilised and goahond. ’’ j “ Very likely ; why shouldn’t it be. I only hope they won’t give us colonial wine at their feasts, having a great respect for my interior £ shall make a point of running straight out of tho room ni the smell pf it tp avoid being tempted. ” “ You are altogether too particular; ono would think you were accustomed to live at the rate of ton thousand a year,” said Sir Hubert. “So I would if I bad it,” said Forth. “ But you haven’t, so what is the good of talking as if you had. I rather liked tbo wine they gavo us last night, and Harry told mo it was colonial.” “Hot tho champagne; I could swear that wasn’t, I stuck to that. I did not even attempt tho Burgundy, fearing it might bo native produce,” “1 thought you always boasted of being such a struct Conservative, Forth," “So I am, except in the ipatter of wines— pati do fou gras—gloves, and a few other common necessaries unattainable of English manufacture.” _ “Just answer those, like a good ( follow, T know your weakness for ponmnoship. ” “ Dion—but what about tho throe feasts in j ono—which am I to accept?" “Oh, let's toss up," said tho baronet. ! “No, I vote yon accept ono and I'll take j another, then wc can, compare notes after for our mutual benefit in the Gol<]sborongh days to oomo." “ A good idea, really Forth your intolll - gcnce is looking up; but what about the third? At any rate wo need not answer them at once. By this evening wo shall know all their merits and demerits—ono of them' may wind up with an evening affair, and thus wo may honor this ono with our august pres ence, by way of consolation, without giving offence to any one. ” “ How very considerate wc are," “Yds, do unto others as you would they should do unto you." “Bah ! bosh ; don’t talk rubbish ; don’t ho a fool,” said tho baronet. “Cali mo not a fool till Heaven hath sent mo fortune, tho world’s true value” said Forth, getting up and stretching himself, first logs and then arms, like a mastiff; after a nap. “ By the way wlmt about the Vernon’s garden party ibis afternoon?” “ Well, I suppose I ought to put in an ap pearance; thoy’ll bo nwfhlly offended if I don’t—they seem to think some pumpkins of iv baronet bore,, don’t they?” “ Why shouldn’t they? a baronet with ten thousand n year is not to bo‘anco/,cd at, and such a baronet!” “Oh, como now, you’re chaffing, Forth, ain’t you going to tno Vernon’s?" “Oh, no, 1 won’t dim your brilianoy; ono bright star shining in tho society horizon is enough at a time—and 1 have loiters to write whiclj must bo written before tbo Eng lish nml|‘ goes oijt—to-njorrow is jl nqt?” said Forth. ,. “Dop’k.lfupiv, I, aip, sure, I • never write letters myself jf, I caii ho| p it—well, I’m off for tho present. ” “Where ? Montgomery wanted to sec you about a horso ho is going to run, ” paid Forth. “Well, he’ll have to wait, I promised to lunch with little Pinkoon—sort of consolation stakes for her, for 1 snubbed the little vixen awfully, she bothered mo during tho voyage; she took it to heart I hear. "Awful little flirt. I hnto married flirts, but don’t mind a dainty lunch well served with a docent Idok ing woman ; tor a tote a tote, Pinkoon is

always out of tba way whon not wanted Hawley told me—a model husband.’-’ “A tom-fool I should say,” said Forth. “Perhaps a Httlo too confiding,” said Sir Hubert “ Mais tuat mieux poor moi; but they livo a doucod way out.” JClfr BBbAXATtOX. “ Would you tasto tho tranquil scene, Be sure your bosoms bo serene; Devoid of hate, devoid cf strife, Devoid of all that poisons life.” SllEXSTON’E. ' Malmaiuo presents a wondrous picture of real life. Its velvet lawns are almost bidden by tho crowd of " fashionables” and “ respect ables,” as Mrs, James Jefferson sncoringly terms tho quiet section of tho’cornmunity, she being of tho mushroom class herself would give worlds, to bo classed with cither tho tho sols, but os yet she is only tho wife of a very doable dcalng broker, who is notorious for his sharp dealings of late with certain clients, whom ho has sold up ruthlessly to the rain of themselves—poor fellows—and the disgust of all their friends. The band is dis coursing sweet music, tennis is in full swing, flirtation, ditto. Glorious sunshine, in foot everything is perfect, Mr. Vernon, the giver of tho fete ought fo feel happy at the many con gratulations on its success. Tho Vernon's rank amongst tho moneyed princes of the dis trict. Mr. Vernon had been an itinerant milkman at one time, but that beverage in a hard drinking community at at a time whon stimulants were in demand, would not have gathered together such a pile. Ho was for tunate in helping others in tho shape of loans at high interest, thereby acquiring tho name of “ Monoypenny” Vernon. But what won’t money do: buy two thousand humming birds’ heads and tails for a dress, and other insano expenditure as luxurious plumes. George Vernon, however, was not one of these weak-minded simpletons. He know to n fraction how every half-farthing of his establishment was spent, and the value of money; in fact ho loved it. Lot tho bank notes bo over so greasy and smelly—if they would only hang together—ho adored thorn, and felt pangs of regret nt having to liana out a few of them for to-day’s “high faint in,” as ho thought it. Mrs. Vernon rather dreaded tho days to come whon tho bills camo in, though she looked happy us sho spoko to tho many guests at th s luxriant gathering. Amongst tho crcmo do la creme of tho party, was Mrs. Cholmondoloy Cholmoudoley, a late arrival form tho old country, on a tour through tho colonics. A hnnuomo imposing woman, revelling in profusions of everything—profusions of fat, good nature, good tooth, good hair, and last, not least, profusions of money and plenty of good sense. Stately and dignified in her bearing, she was considered, indeed, rather prided herself on resembling Mrs. Siddons. Certainly sho had not the Siddon’s walk and manner, otherwise she was an exaggerated fao simile of tho great tragedienne, ns to height and size, Mrs. Oholifrondoloy being very tall and very largo in proportion ; indeed, tho first impression she gave you was -wonder that anything so gigantic could over have originated in a baby, or anything so small lo have developed so amazingly in a few'years, “As sprats will oven to bigness grow, Provided God keeps life aglow.” (TO BB CONTINUED.)