|Newspaper Title||The Bendigo Independent (Vic. : 1891 - 1918)|
|Trove Title||The Devil's Own. An Australian Story|
THE DEVIL'S OWN
AN AUSTRALIAN STORY
BY MRS. RICHMOND HENTY. (ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.) CHAPTER XXVII (continued.)
“Bayton, and look sharp,” said For- tescue, as the hansom drove off, the Jehus racing each other the whole way, much to Miss Vavasour’s fright, For-
tescue’s satisfaction, and Vereker’s dis- gust, whose “not so fast cabby, drive slower,” was only treated with silent contempt. How the last few days flew by, almost too swiftly for some. Lord Vereker had betaken himself to the club a day or two before the departure of the party, to the regret of Aunt Dorothy. In vain she had protested that he was not in the way of the packing, in fact, a great help (he had written six addresses and tied on four labels) that he might get ill, etc. “You’ll have enough of me on board Miss Vavasour, so I am going to be merciful , and get our of your way. If I may drop in now and then to help,” he said. “ Oh certainly, certainly, Aunt Dorothy has lots more labels and addresses to be seen to,” said Fortescue with a wink, and so at lest they were about to say adieu to the Nest, to their good friends, and the sunny days of Australia. The La- hore was about to weigh anchor, the usual bustle and confusion, hurrying and scurrying on board, an hysterical atmosphere of tears and smiles. " I wish I was going, there’s no such good luck for me,” said a pretty girl in a nautical costume, all anchor and navy serge. “Are there nice passengers going ? ” “Jim, I must have that mail trunk in my cabin,” said a very fat woman fanning herself furiously. “ My dear, it won't go in at the door, and it wouldn’t be allowed to stand out- side for people to break their shins over. Come and take what you want out of it.” “ Oh, I couldn’t; I feel squeamish already,” said the fat woman. “ Keys, Nellie, quick. I have just bought a lot of yellow backs, and I want to stow them away in one of the port- manteaus we kept with us. There’s not room for an extra toothpick in the cabin, it is so crammed. Don’t know how on earth you will find room to dress. I shall get through my toggery outside—there’s one consolation. Tot’s won’t want much space," said a tall dark man with a heavy brigade of fat, to his diminutive better half, whose attention was divided between a small four year old and the scene on the deck. “ I don't exactly care about being shipped off under protest. There would be such a weeping and wailing and gnash- ing of teeth on the part of my wife and my numerous family, so I’ll say good-bye and a pleasant voyage to you, including safe return soon,” said Jimmy Gordon, shaking hands all round, and stopping to whisper something in the pretty ear of the widow, which sent the color into her face, though she laughed merrily, and, shaking her head, said, “ I shall reserve my punishment for such mischief till our re- turn, Mr, Gordon.” A few minutes later the Lahore is well on her way, and only a faint view in the distance of the pier and Jimmy Gordon, who is waving his handkerchief aloft to bid God speed to the happy party who have of late added many a pleasant hour to his days at Bayton.