|Newspaper Title||Western Mail (Perth, WA : 1885 - 1954)|
|Trove Title||Under the Southern Cross|
When Loree returned that night the, look on her fao startled Maggie Maleny,
into Baying; ? ' ' !'
" Sure, Mies Lome, your eyes are j shinin' like the heavenly stars !" j
"That is because they have seen a brightness that dazzled them," said the girl almost to herself.
"Is it a goold mine yon have come across, I wondher P" inquired Maggie.
Lorne enly laughed though she thought : " Something richer than gold or jewels ! Something that all the wealth in the world could not buy !"
"Are you thinkin' of goin' ont agin to-morrow, if I might make so bowld as
to ask P"
Lorne knew it was not idle curiosity that prompted the question.
" I am thinking of it, already," smiled she. " Why do you ask P'?
" Well, I was thinkin' twould be a fine time to turn out the house before Miss Prescott comeB home. All the curtains. : wants washin', an' there's the end room
to paper. I'd like to have it done for Miss Rosamond ; but what wid the masther's lunch, and the dinner for the min--"
Lorne put her hands playfully on her
servant's shoulders and said : j
"Maggie, you are euch a dear, good j soul that I know you won't ask me to, stay in when I tell you I want to go ont so badly ; but if you like I'll pass the camp and send Polly or Kitty to help yon!"
"Sure I wouldn't be bothered wid them ! 'eis hinderin' rae they do be when- ever they come near the house !"
" That is because yon talk to them and ask questions," said Lorne. "Kitty washes beautifully, if she is not interfered with, and you will have the whole after noon to paper the room."
Lorne was very early next morning; Maggie felt a little bit sore at being so utterly deserted, day after day.
Uf Miss Rosamond kateys away much longer, '$8 a wîlei savage I'll, be entirely,
fbr ttië w'ant of someone to md rae the time o' day !" she thought, when ehe ¡saw her young mistress putting on her hat.
Bot when Lorne turned her happy face towards her saying :
, " I')l (Jend fetty for^ttain, though you
know in your heart the onrtains have not ] a epeck on them, and the floors are as
clean as a good housekeeper can make ' them !" Maggie felt that her good quali j ties were fully appreciated.
'"Tis a beauty Miss Lorne is grawin' ; i the-Lord spare her her looks an' keep ber ; heart light !" muttered «he as she* watched ; the retreating figure.
Lorne sped along over the dew-laden grass, treading softly in and ont, to avoid crashing the bees that hammed in the buttercups peeping betweenlfte conch and bnffalo grass.
When she reached the camp there ensued the usual yelping of a hundred dogs, the shrieking of gins, and the cries of picaninnies. Lorne waitedimpatiently« Sradging the precious moments, until the
ogs were subdued, and then made her bargain.
The black women were always glad to work at- Mnrararthey were well paid and fed, hud generally received a gift of a dress or bright ribbon when leaving.
" This is better !" said Basil taking her hands when they met and drawing her towards him. " Let me look at my love."
Re raised the brown head until his eyes looked into hers, .and dwelt there adoringly.
"You look lovelier than ever'. You
have actually got roses in these pale i cheeks this morniug !" !
" How can I help it» if you will look at1 me like that!" and she laughed softly. " You make me almost afraid, when yon seem to care for me'so much-all at once." ?
" And have you never contemplated being loved P" he asked.
" Never !" said she, firmly. " I have read of love, of course, but I always thought it was ons of those pleasing myths like fairies, and hobgoblins; I never imagined it could be real J"
"You darling infidel! Do yon believe
it now r
For answer she raised his wrist »nd laid it against her month.
" Lorne, don't do that! Don't kiss my hand !" he eried. " You draw all the soul out of my body ! My own, I wish I were worthy of you !"
" Worthy I" she repeated almost incred- ulously. "Yon not worthy P What am I that you should love me and lift me into this paradise in life F'
" Yen an « prise that a king might give his crown to win ! Yet you deign to. care for me, Lome, a vagabond en the face of the earth, who is not good enough to tie your shoe 1"
« Are yon a vagabond p" she asked, " Then a vagabond is a magician who oan turn the blackest night into glorious day ! You must speak respectfully of him xor evermore,Basil} for a vagabond is the
man I lever
He could not speak-he only laid his lips reverently on her rainbow hued hair.
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