|Newspaper Title||The Bendigo Independent (Vic. : 1891 - 1918)|
|Trove Title||The Devil's Own. An Australian Story|
THE DEVIL'S OWN.
AN AUSTRAL IAN STORY
CHAPTER XLI (Continued.)
By Mrs. Richmond HENTY. (ALL' RIGHTS RESERVED.)
There wore several other papers per haps of importance, however Gustave had readesoughand more than enough to satisfy him. "He must really be very much in
lovo with the widow?! said Gustavo. .He wb3 rather paziled.£d r *;kriow what made, the case so heavy satisfied hia curiosity. Four bptlJbsof a rare, kind 1 of golden hair dyejjafwig, fcwo-sete ot ial ! teeth, throe v smal 1"pliieils of'liquid iriark.rid poison, two' royplyprs, -.with,-• pav- real bullets, a silver pistol,' r jomo valuable diamond-rings, initialed ft udf other papers, playing-cards- mo &ces and odds and bullets. 1 j at | ev j, dcntly caused the weight. A to ( p ft t the door made him shut up the c hastily wrap it up in the scotch plaid, present, from some woman- on -board the Bang alore) and secure it firmly by the two rug straps housed fqt it.. Tb re peated— before ho could , Bi y «cQ ome j n ” bis friend Touss*rd e; full of fuss and anxiety about ;‘G' jgtavo about whom the landlord had p^ 0 t. alarmed from the quietness that to reign inside: the xoora ho said he had listened at the door throe di^' er gpt times arid had heard ?no sound, Gustave inusf> have had a nap he said ‘ 'Come down to dinner my. friend it will 'jo you good there's plenty of good things for bid Andre is Hero bartering and bargaining with ‘ Monsieur Piere La Jont of the chateau about some cattle come along a good chat, with an old friend will set you up again and the good Victor slapped his friend pn the back with such, force that almost sent Gustave in his weak state head f over heels. He followed bis friend into tfibballo a manger where the feast had almost* commenced. Mon-' sieur La Jont a second Falstaff in appear ance was seated looking ready to eat up everything knives jtnd forks if nothing else, a large napkin was spread full width' on his capacious frontage of ohest— and pinned behind his thick neck—whilst bis eyes twinkled ~witlx 'mirth as he joked with little wizen* Andre a poor-pil garlic of a man who looked-> afraid of his own shadow. - A few days dragged by slowly for Gustave, who was anxious to be pri the wing with bis newfound treasure, which he had decided upon taking to England, there’to consult an old' friend as to whether ho ought to deliver it to th° police or send the papers as addressed. The day before hiS! departure , ;he started for a walk, wishing to see 1 the - old-home of his boyhood. The show had melted, the trees had all lost. their snowy cover ing, and the. air had* become all of a sud den unusually mild. Every, one was making the boat of it. In the distance were the fishing boats, with their brown, sails, whilst on the saiids wore the fishers' wives drymg-. nets and mending them, their children* playipg at hide and seek amongst the rocks forming the back ground of the sunny picture,. .Nothing has changed, “ Everything is just th»* same as it was twenty years ago pxcep’ myself,” said Gustave looking j n his wanderings through old home—“the same quaint old ,£ aa hioned house, not a window iir^ Ted fchll orchards with tree3> even fch „ little Bretagny cows chewing' the cad peacefully in their i ooktho same; it is on y the 0 f owners with the farm-—he himself sadly. This valuable property had been in ; the Laly sayo fam f or aggg the last owner, father-.who had taken to soldior *n.'g had had no thought for anything bat his vocations so the farm when the active, managing wife died was left to take of itself ending id being in the market in stead of coming in time into the poss ession of Gustave and -bis sister—now a successful actress in ono the Paristheatres. He turned away*with* a sigh wending his way down to the cemetery where was his mother’s grave with the graves of two young sisters. The graves* had b”en well •cared for, a-few fresh flowers on the stone showed that the good: kind - mother was still fresh in. the memory of some loving friends in the little haralbL-'Hb't'urtied'into the chapel wherd.he found mass was going on, a small crowd of good men and women of humble position, were praying, amongst others the SoeardeGharitd, .hia. follow, coach traveller. Ho said a short prhyer, dropped some money intojthe <f Ppurflq Pau vro” box and wended his-way £o the feeling all the better and light hearted after bis walk —Gustave was nq( man who -like the cld song. When tho Devil grew sick the Devil a saint would boi . ?' When tho Devil grow well tho Devil a saint was ho. ;~ Gustave never felt so unchristian like, as when ill and never so grateful 1 and Christian like than when in full health, and spirits. He spent (he evening in a round of visits amongst his old friends poor.and humble as they were, for. there, had not much, scope for bettering fprtunes in the sleepy little hollow, and Gustave in his better days had always been the. samp to them, kind and generous,—to a degree particularly to the older folk with whom ho was now more: than ever welcomed He bad gradually got back his strength, bat tho journey to, England was a trial to him, a sharp -fepst .had just set in, tho weather was xpld, the sea, was rough and tho train was - over-crowded as it steamed slowly into the Victoria station, “such a of passengers all bundling about and elbowing their way such a rush for porters, for oabs, for luggage, little ,chahco, v '6f getting -at tended to” said Gustave as ho stepped on to the platform. The 'luggage van was not far away so making this way to it, and putting down - his; case with bis umbrella on it, fib Would not leavo lb on tho rug, he it cqme out of the van at iast catching sight of hia own portmanteau half-a-dozen people were eager to seize thinking it might be there’s. Having aepuredlb turiicd to put it by tho case whilst .ho, ,cpuld gpb a porter and a cab. Lo ahidTbebold tho oaae wos gone in the ono' single moment -ho had moved a yard ,j£V;V$b/?bi8 "back: turned to get bis portmanteau- and - he called a porter gave him $be charge of his* portmanteau an4;;iqg,;;'teU|ng.: 6z bisf,loss and hurrying away to find the guard and also the policeman who generally takes a list of tho number; and tion of every vehicle-and its occupants as 1 they leave the “There .was no; doubt os to its having been. , stole;;,:. end by a sharp.fellow” said the pdlico-inspeo t°r, and the guard, and tfae'St'atidnmaster' when Gustave relafced his lost. . ; Jl Ho took their < advice : arid drove stright to Scotland yard where ho related, ms loss, then droye ! to,;thp aipall hotel in the Strand ho generally* toyed when ! m London, too ; In. spirit, to tired m body to do any thing .ia foot. thore was nothing he (cbuld 'dp'Tatp bad been against him for raWim knew
tfio contents o&the case;: ho could hut con feaa the | whole thing and atato.jthe pon tents to., tho papers bol onged, though he liidnot quite despair of turning up it might have ? P“ t i“jsome cab by mistake in tho H|e liad left his address they all promised; to let him know, ho was of » i icpeful disposition and would wait to st* • What tho; morning would bring forth. Bt it days, possed away without any xxf jwa of the xnissing package'