|Newspaper Title||Western Mail (Perth, WA : 1885 - 1954)|
|Trove Title||Under the Southern Cross|
: OHAPJTER IT. 1
i ^w/ui noV a je'çôntirj
They wera early risers at MArara Jflara.,]
and breaktfcst ^as always on the feble at se rani ;'-.*>* :- vvr--V- '
John Prescott's perse rer crowned ^tfc euecÄls.)
prospérons Und ojri&K bnt ¡ to toü^f^ind^a^ami
the rnowipM niter Lorne's s_ took hegftlaa)»~8 usual at the head ol table, oheTujnhte before the clock atr seven, and watted ¿or her father, sinking fe^ng a^berjheart; abs
these breakfasts witb¡fil*wvaríTnCT
dread. W|oJBl|^^ was di-fimOfd^ and LordtJhttP»V^
tentions seat at herva1aterjs /«"rfeh^ without feeling that sbA was tb
ataruCk%#vw£ trM ^pk hf
A certain number of sentences were
always interchanged between these two, until the monotony of them became far iTüüf» tuniblw thaw abseiet s silsimn 1» JUiuJ girl. ."" V"" Ir. Prescott fixed his stem i»lnev eyes'
is daughter and said gravely t 3-ood driping, Lorne."
jrood morning, father." Each morn'
ilhen she gave hinr^w tea, and took an*
!on her own platB/Jrud th^meal pro
ledin silence untilit was time for her
hyT^h^l%lT«ye_ aüotho**ap of
¿Cf yon please."
waar 'wmm&S day afta* day,iihftanjne*
«nelsen wUh tho name studied «ekL,
m until tfiey became unspeakably awful.
cj»oor Lorne; ' ' .
dafter about fifteen minutes of this^owi tjttwure, Lorne seeing he had finished rose
antf was aboat to(ibfj£ft*^e ^r|Ufsb>] n%er met her father daring the,, day), when he said abruptly : 5
; '«* Jiia^^bttsrJt^uirirour sister yester^
" Yesterday r Lorne repeated in snr pri8e', knowing it hàd not beena mail day.
Her father condescended to explain :
" Tom King's son was riding, ont from Brisbane, ¿nd she sent it by him. She tells me not yt expect her home for a week or ten days."1 1
' It seemed ah eternity jo Lorne,, father P/ she ventured to ask.
41 No," he answered, coldly. "Here, yon may read lt if you like." 4no] he went away to his work.
It was. jjt^sry^p^nofa^^ ^gjjjy^gig woaígive tho ^e^^t'bokX^^o
Traie will. Be îs in MArybeVough si
Îresent, but4s^xpeeted-home in~a~jvsek.
t will be best for me to welt «nd see him. No time for more. King is waiting. My lore to dear Lorne, I have got a nsw book of poems for her."
Lorne kissed the letter through a mist
"Dear,dear Rozaie!" she murmured. " What should I do without youP"
' Then she pat it in her dress, end pro«
ceeded to help Maggie O'Brien wini the ! housework for a little while, and gave in« «tractions about the midday' meal that was to be sent to the men in the field.
Then «be said, " Ont sontathing for me piesse. Meggie ; twice as mhch as I bad yesterday, and mind'you poi some ham In to-day r
" Masha, bot thr&mpln* t|ô,, creeks agrees wid your appetite !*??...pxólaimed Maggie, for Lorne rarely took «neat with her. ';' .' -
The girl laughed and did not answer; batt Maggie looked at her closely, and thought she looked in some way diff erent to the Lorna of yesterday.
"An' whin'llyon behack. Hiss Loras ?" " Hoar can I telUsIaggie t Some time before the ann gees down," she answered, lljghtly. " JSTow Ï most pat on another frock and get away." t
Saoàa<|Tasen wendering all the morn,
ing what she should wear ; she did> not like to pat on any bf her prettiest things, though she oonld not tell why. Atlast she decided on a eimple »white lawn that had «feeen Janndered a dozen times, but she discarded the'bright surah sash ohs ttsnaHy wore with it, potting on a tan leather belt instead. On the iridescent brown hair sh« pinned a white "shavings" hat, ornamented with a spray of briar
?"-I- wonder if he snll 30nii,"7|ab thought. MI wonder if hs has forgotte p."
When she took her lunch from herold servant's hand the woman stared at her ag»»«- .
"Take care it lent umgh-a-dhawns you'll be meetin' on the banks of thom! sthrames, acashla," she breathed, with a sadden lapsing into the sweet endearment
of her native isle.
Lorne's face went scarlet in an instani. " Larragh-a-dsawns ! What are they1 What do yon meant" she asked, hotly.
" Good people! Didn't yon know tba, Miss P Bat it isn't zne that 'ad like t > meet them !"
''Fairies do you-meanP" smiled Lorn i.
" Why X meet%em every day, pr fancy [ do ! and that's Just the same, and I ral r. to them by théTxônrl"
"Glory ii iSoaA ns, misj! It isnjt right to think about them-HÍet alone to*
; JUg^^Ssad' curved pr ir >
har eyes, watched the tall enpple fignfe ¡ »
it sped down the sunlit path. I J"*
"She has more heart than she used ó hsf e," thought the aroman. « She hld a,
mnile this ^ornlnfi \hat she might pa re
had If 'twas a boncheleen bawn she [wis*'
Jfroin* to meet. The sainte^sreservë h »r from tba!) ; ^oieuwe-o^ Mofas on! tl e
min^ie^fcÄluI'i ^rpfitâblhle jtia»y
^ringvWid^hBto.^herovorder come/" and her thoughts wandered back to the " boy " who had wood her nader the haw* thorn in far Connemara long ago, and had " gone for a anger " when her heart [was won, and never went back to claim it. .
- ..It jyaa aJiJbtlojitter. Jen jirhe»_Jiorns -rosehed^ke-4rye^ng-phMe,~4Hid to her' greW ^rpr^ bf
yesterday waa there before her. f ^
j|l«|hnre she didj^TaEffl^ to. < >nceal.
^A^a^rss^^^^m^^^^nk ye tonbW
iras a dessin, and, that we had nev r met* ataU." !'l ? #mto\l"y»v$&vmtoSBa«aal y snr.; prised «iÂîfeeaaicIPjX «hi askbd,
seriously. "I soi always baving Ireams
like^bafc/7 n¡^t^]jO|fnj^tiayinec people.
I have read. i>f,,_ and. JUMO hali re that
tryíngW^ «geri; ie;
jras^^yeqoyedto find that ai \ could MkÄfaim ftfefthis; contd oj m the' whito page . of her ^innermost tl ougbjts
for him to read I " !
^^^wmi^m'^ßm'^m^ ls Betty Trotwood, and Nie, little tuft close by is David Oopperfield. That p.ick-a.hean on the b^er ^'slm^^gliift^gphe eonyolvolos ia 1^ &
« And. wfy»ra fBMli^ "îBherels m?qgl$
IPÍ^er^ot^hefF^ , .
tero never, was any Itoirans.;*' 1
¡andona. Have yon endowee
Oh, yes-*merpfthsni!< J; Arthur,
i the white cedar is Lancelot,"
Where ia ^fcoe queen P And which is EHeure P"'Basil-saked, smilingly;
: "Thn-my hythe water's edge is Elaine *, ' I was going to call that euloon tree Gain* eveve bat I didn't, I thought we could get1 on much better without herí" said Lorne seriously. ;
"Tell nie," he expLainied suddenly, ?' Is this the secret yon apo te'of yesterday P I« this what heaps you from feeling lonely P"
&Jtâ\Wk tbiakajt^ry silly;I Mn
poseP I wonder why I told you!" she added, half wishing ' she/had kept it to, herself. - : / 1
"I think it a very beautiful fancy," he
glad I am that yon trasted mel I lay awake all night trying to make ont what yon meant. h
" Really P But you should harejà^eÉ me if you wanted to know, I am so méffiT,
». I think I should have kin awake &f
any case," said he, for he did n^nm£u| faring even the shadow of distrsra'J^^^ face. Then he added : *' Dooli JWHffi to see the books." ¿t f ff/
"Very much. Ok, ^ow¿4ovely 1"
exclaimed when jífete.tj^Sffltaw.". TIMK; ."Alice Lorraine,' A hara often' wi*hw for that because Lorn.. Doondie so hea^~
fol. 4 Middlemaroh.' I have «ever *sm' any ot George Eliot's. So now yon knew
^më^^^Mi.^6Î. f^ihaW I
have often seen advertised and weudnred about it. How good you aré "to come ana bring them to rae !" . .
" Yon don't know hew happy it makes me to seek you so pleased," eira hatead; them T%,;and |_wj# fetch «thew,» but, I think I was wrong in bringing 'Menalan, I'll take it back and bring yon- aowàhiog
have often loncha lor it.. Xs HehsdaV tnsj
name of a girl P"
"Yes. I wish I had not hroughtrftr
and loving-and never vmdor^^^^^^l
"Yes, he was shunned by every one
"Ah, why^wm ) poopte write aoih books !" she exclaimed, with tears in lier
" I know you; conH _ftt," Ju
same look now. that Jfchev had yesterday," grown awfully tired of myself; ï^ion't*
rahmetywf f^x^aamobtt^s^tít1 eorilng^
home tor ten daya" < <>.'Vi
He almost answered "Thank Heaven Î" bat he was wise enough to redress the words, and say instead.
" Then you must meet me somewhere every nay and let me banish your bnety.
Bat he called himself a scoundrel when she replied, with innocent pleasure :
"Oh,I hope yon will!"
Bj^andhy he said j .-*« Isn't it timp we thought of sustaining Nature by having ». snack P I got .Mrs. Rearan to put np aoms. thing fdr nie this morning."
' Mm, why did you P I bava brought a double supply 1" cried Lorne. :>'»
"That's jolly; we can have a Lord Mayor's dinner I? laughed BasiL " Are those ham sandwiches P They aro tha* joy of my heart. I have not brought any meat, aa I rather fancied yon ware a/< vegetarian."
"I am not," she answered, ** but .J seldom eat meat, except in the erb-t-tf.
f^w^wpemtsti /u -y
"That's glorious 1 I got Mn. Reran to make some bf her covered tarts, they are very good as a mle, and here's'a tfponge cakei and bread and bnt^ ; «his flask is foll of milk, and here's a tin io* ^apricots I" ? ..^
"Didn't Mrs. Regan think that * enrióos kind of lunch to pack ?" -rightcT Lrtrrha. .»
" She did indeed ; but she treats csa ai « harmless new chum, and doesn't
àmeh attention 'to tony freaks. Sha did rematk that she knew 'Er^islunen Wore goad to their insides!' and of course 1 wasn'tgoingtp contradict her!"
* Aid yon have .aottudly brought, 'tj^ sppoos'l l suppose, yon told bee J$&
ifould tee «ne."
. "G)ood heavens, no J Bo yon think I would dream of such a thing P"
" Bit why not B" Lorne asked* aston» ished. "I.Jmów Jurs. Regan well, agd sha woojd not haws inindrd m the least.'
: BasllilooJred mt lier onriansly. ' Whf< waa she so frightfully innocent P ; Had; she no idea that she waa being 'oö-pro.^ tufaed P He did not know how to- leplyr Lorne ejxiketgfa&n,
«f l »rn snprised that you did. mob mention me to her; how ii lt yon nml,