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Chapter NumberXXXVIII
Chapter TitleIGNORANCE.
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Full Date1892-05-14
Page Number1
Word Count1632
Last Corrected0000-00-00
Newspaper TitleThe Bendigo Independent (Vic. : 1891 - 1918)
Trove TitleThe Devil's Own. An Australian Story
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It is impossible to make people understand their ignorance, for it requires knowledge to porecive it, and therefore, he that can perceive it bath it not

' ' Jbeemy Tatmu.’ The 4 50 was ton minutes due at Marley, when it draws op with a jerk as if aware of its deficiency. There is little or no stir on its arrival., A few third class piwsengers and well-to-do farmers bundle out hastily, nodding to the right and left as if they knew everybody and. everybody know them. Two psssenges alight from a first-class carriage, telling the porter that they have two portmanteaus in the van. 11 1 am afraid it will bo a case of Irish tandem, one foot before the other. There does not seem to be the ghost of a vehicle, anywhere to be seen, except that old farmer with his one horse shay over there. I’ll ask him,” said Lord Voroker to hie friend. “ How far is Marley, the village f’ said the former, crossing over to, whore the farmer is tucking himself up previous to starting for home. “ Nigh upon a mile and a, ’arf by tha fields,” said the farmer, “ Is there no conveyance of any kind 1” said Lord Vereker. ? ' None as I ever eared on. There’s a trap at (bo 1 Arms’ os generally supplies the quality folk when they do visit these parte, taint often,” said the farmer with j a knowing look,, as .if the idea of visitors ] at this seciudod ,spot tickled him. Jl How very annoying 1 I see now we ought to* havo telegraphed for a vehicle to meet us,” . ’ .. ,, < M Oah’t I bo of some use to you, gentle men 1 The mare is pretty dp to .work for all her being fat, 1 ” said the farmer, giving a fleck, to his steed that made (he animal prick, up her ears, all bub saying,,!‘ what's,, up now.” ’ v Well, jl' don’t like troubling you, but if you are going to Marley, if you wbuid be good enough to call at' the inn 'and toll'themto- send n conveyance of some sort- lojr two of us,” said, Lord Vereker.' ’ “ I’ll do .that,and more foree. ilf you gents, don't rpind a bit of a scroodgo I can take the both of*ye iirid put ye' down at the y Arups.” . u ... “Yon are very, good ; ’tvrould bo.better than ’kicking oar keels in the cold here for no hour or two.” '“/amp up,, gentlemen,; I’ll toll .Carter .to. call for' his van " as *.we .pass his place.” ? . , . 3 ust at this moment anoafc brougham and-- a spanking pair Of grcys‘dashed into‘ -?the yard. A ludy alighted, looking up ’and down the line. The Button- master, •much: resembling a prize porker, fussed 6p to her. ; <l Tfao 4.00 is come, and gone, my lady,!’ faid.he;; • •••>« 7 statiori Tiiastor had a clover Way

of calling ' every woman of any consequence in the district “ my lady. - '’ Ho had-found it a paying attention; : . “ Dear me ! and did no one come for Woodlands !”she said, With a look of disappointment. Not. a soul, my lady. There'.were no passengers to speak of, except those two gentlemen ‘ yondbr talking to Farmer Jenkins." The lady turned, put her glass up to her eye to have a good look at the strangers. The trio wore having great inn, according to the morrime it, she thought as she watched them. ‘“ I’ll bo bodkin,” said Norman For tescue, wMi a laugh at the idea of “ the scroodge’” they were likely to experience. The laugh at once caught the lady's atten tion—it was the concentrated essence of u light heart—a laugh that did you good to hear—it was a gift Norman Fortescue might bo proud of, for it gavo everyone new life who listened to it. The lady reebgaised it at once. “It’s . . , its , . Lord Yerekerl" said shP half aloud. “Indoed/.my lidy,” said the station maslor, regretting to himself hi* had’ut been more on the alert - and attentive to the 1 strangers. , , “ Hush, we shall be had' up for disturb ing the peace,” said Lord Vereker, turn ing to haye a second look at tho lady who was staring’hard at them, “acdM r. Por toscue,” she said, ”1 wonder—[ iupst go over and speak to them.” By. this time they had both recognised her, and had deserted the farmer to come and speak. “ I’ve a very good mind to cut you dead both: of you,” she said, “ for not letting me know, I am very angry, very angry, if I could only express it.” “ How are you, Mrs. Oholraondloy, who would Have thought of seeing you,” said Lord Vereker, shaking hands first. - “ Why did’nt you write! Where are you bound for ?” she said, “ It is Fortescue—a freak of his —wo are bound'for tho Arraytago Arms,” said Lord Vereker. “ You are bound for Woodlands, it is close, I shall be awfully offended if you go anywhere else, Jump in, there is a seat in front, such as it is.” “ But wo have come on business,” said Norman, “ otherwise ’we should be very clad indeed to accept your kind offer, my dear Mrs, Clnlraondley, We Have be spoke rooms at the £an.” W ell, I suppose business njust be attended to. Will you oorae to mo to morrow. Do —T so want you to see Woodlands, and wo can go over th? Towers together. I have carte blanche permission. Now, get in, if you must get to the Inn tp.night, ot least let mo drive you there.” Tho farmer was waiting patiently, wondering who the “ gents ” were by this time. “ I am not going to crowd you up, Mrs. Oholraondoloy. I- fool in duty bound tp go with our now friend. He was so good as to offer ijjf qeits just be fore you drove up. You wilf be at the Arms first Vereker, order a good dinner. I’m hungry—many thanks for the invi tation, We will come and dine to morrow if you will have us,” said Nor oian, handing in Mrs, Oholmond'-ley, who told tho foolnjan to put tho port manteaus on the top, Norman keeping the rugs himself, as Lord Vereker got in the brougham. “ I am sorry to keep you waiting, my friend,” ho said,fas the farmer mado room for him. “So the gentleman found a frioud,” said the farmer. “Yes, Mrs. Oholraondoloy, an old friend, we met her, in Australia list year.” “Didyernow 1 Australia ! Well, to bo sure, and you come all the way from Aus trnliz !” and the farmer stared at the woman os if belief was impossible. “ Must be a wonderful place that there Aus tralis, They do say as how g-»ld is to bo h id for nothing—.you’ve oply to dig it up.”; * Yes,” said Norman, “ third's plenty of gold there if you only know where to fi id It. I should think bjtween two and throi hundred million'iipounds mus' have been stint home to England from there-.” “ Two and three hundred million ! ! ! I likes a joke, but aint ybr taking a rise out of me, sir !” said tho farmer, raising his eyebrows, and eyeing his companion with a a comical look. “ No, not at all., 1 am speaking plain facts.” " “ You don’t say—its hard believin’—- now where does all that there gold go to ? I never card of anyone that over was tho bettor for it. Pity but what wo farmers could get a bit of it Bid times for us, sir, getting wuss and wuss. I’d go to Australlz missolf if I were a bit younger, mid the missus would go.” Just at this moment (he sun shono out in all its brilliancy —? hot and dazzling. “ Ah, that reminds me of Australia, warm sunshine and blue skies,” sa'»d Nor man. “Aye, but wo shall havi rain sure enough. Bo there is a sun over there, is there, sir!” Oh ! the same sun that is shi ting now.” Gome, come, sir ; you don’t mean to toll me that tho sime sun shines at both oiids'of the world, it hain’t likely.” ' see the sun is stationary, never moves, and —” “ Na, nn, don’t go for to make me be lieve that, 1 I’m not such a born fool. Why, don't I see tho sun every blessed diy a sliding and ft sliding down tho sky, till'slic goes right away down behind that there clump of trees on the hill yonder. X sco’d her only yesterday.” Nevertheless, my friend, it is trim Don’t you know the world travels at a rapid rate; whirls round at a feaiful pace, a thousand miles or thereabouts, nnd-r” . • This settled tho question in ' tyr. Jenkins’s mind at oboe. Ttyerc no doubt on, the subject now-r-tlie gent must bo pfjf his head. Had likely enough been ’sent dbvn bore 'for his health, ,and tpthorgout had oomo tp.,'jpo|? after him, thought the farmer, whipping up the old blare and edging away from Norman FortoscUo, so as to give the gent a wide berth. Norman was 'laugh ing quietly to himself at. the farmer’s innocence, which seemed to increase the ire of Hfr. Jenkins, who stared up and down his companion stolidly, as,much as to 1 say, “Npno of your larks, young in'an,” ' (Tp bo Continual!;) ? • -