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Chapter NumberIII
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Full Date1884-08-09
Page Number6
Word Count2063
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Newspaper TitleClarence and Richmond Examiner and New England Advertiser (Grafton, NSW : 1859 - 1889)
Trove TitleJohn Brown and His Dog Faithful
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* When Hobo 'saw har. father was. dead, tho' she wrt .but a ohild, sho understood .what death .was; sbo realised it BO iar that sbo know hor father would speak no moro-that he had gone, ns he said, to her doar mothor. That moth or. had boon long dead-had gonoawaya long timo .ago, and novor, novor carno back, »This to littlo Hobo was an1 explanation of death. She measured it-she grasped it through her absent mother ; had little . Hobo, been 'asked' to explain death, she would have replied to the query,.

_^ "I-don't kn ow,-only mamma died, and went to tho angola a long sway .:off, andris so happy ¡.that sho novor will como baok again ¡ and papa was sick md tircd.of this world, so wanted to bo with mamma, BO now ho has gone and will novor como baok again,"

'So when tho ohild saw her last parent doad, hor warm and tender breast could stand no moro. Sho had borno up through hours of sickness ¡ watched on board ship day arid night by hor loved father's bed. So tho orphan, when sho saw hor}«irc;' was uo rr o -c, gave vont to hor féolings In heavy soba.

Her sobbing woko up Lyndhurst, and when he saw his brother was dead, hts first question to tho littlo fatherless ohild was, " Did hie speak to you before he died?" '? ' f.v..-v.".:"':.";.

" ' j Yes,"(repUed_Hebe,,through hor sobs.

" What did he Bay ?" quoriod tho adamant unolo.

Aad when die repeated the dying words of her father, ka farther queasiaaad by saying, " Toa are sara ha aaid Bathing more ta yo« ? Nothing aheat England or papers !" and ha tamed his faoa from the dead brother's eyes aa he snake, for they seemed to be looking at him and reading his re ry aiaL

" No sir, papa only spoke to me the once, bat ia his sleep he was speaking > numma ; and aa otk er time, 1 God take oars of my dear little Hebe.' "

Lyndhurst, with all his acumen and cunning, still went on in the presence of the dead, leaving the trail of the serpent behind, that would yet rki ap ia judgment against him, leaving him the ead of anger, wrath, misery to ohew when too late. So knitting his eyebrows, he interrogated farther :

" Has your step-mother bega ia the room at all this evening, spoken to your father at all ?" H" - face was still diverted from the dead man's eyes as he spoke.

Aad whea he found Hrs Fhyohe Handtlip had mot been near her husband, he Went out into the next room, feeling his breast pocket as he did so, leaving Hebe to close the eyes of her lost parent This she did with her small fingers and threw herself on the breart of tho dead, sobbing aa if her heart would


Hrs. Haadslip mode a show of sorrow. She tvus sorry, her heart and conscience gave her a twinge, when she thought of her husband dying without her presenoe. Again Hrs. Handslip, like thominds of others, male and female, did not see the love, good- ness, nobleness in her more than friend until he was

no mora.

Too often wp vilify and denounce, in no measured terms, the Hrhig, but when they are taken, we see and are ready to appreciate, their good points. It is uftiir the man is dead, the woman is no moro ; we see with the eye of light, or bring the microscope of justice to bear, not on account of the wisdom of the latin command, De martins nil »iii Inn ii in, but in our calmer moments, wo sm what we would not soe before When those we know are gathered ta their forefathers, Ihr H. the voico of wisdom cries alond, then she makes herself heard in the streets, on the house top, and through the Press, giving the dead a curta blanche to on tor the othor »nd better world. Such were Mrs nnndslip's footings, the twiteh or twinge, she removed by saying

" Lyndhurst, I did not oxpeot the end so soon : the doctor said, my dear husband would last *o,ne days. I was worn out (so was Hobo, marr, so, but no men- tion waa made of this) and only rested a shoiii time. Yon should have oalled me, (Lyndhurst said not ; he, too was asleep,) and I would have watched and heard his lost words.

" My poor, poor husband."

' ; Mrs Handslip turned on the tap, a gushing B ream flowed ankle deep, but the well waa soon exhausted.

And sa it is, it is the silent grief that plays the misohief, and is lasting. Great grief, great lamen- tations, fremioal sorrow, wild excitement, 'soon spends its strength, exhausts its vital powers, and in place comes the dimpled cheek, the smile,, the bask-, lng in the world onoe more. ;

Mrs Handsllp, after a time oontinued on : '.',: " ' ' " You advised me, Lyndhurst, *?> He down and rest." Yes ho did, for he Baw the end was near, and-he would oct os body guard, for well he knew'*'' a olosely kept seoret frequently leaked ou t on a death bed, during wild delirium or in some other-perhaps God appointed way.

. The widow spokoon,'' Did he speak to you, brotkm-'iii" Jaie (she emphasised the words, for she determined in the futuro to claim the kindred tie) before he died. Kd/i. wore with him at tho last ?"',,'

;', Lyndhurst, worse than dog that he was fast becom- ing,'evaded the question,'-a lie unuttered, but living in tho brain-by saying, .< i ; .i

.: " All was done that could be, poor Lachesis passed away in peace, You and Hebe must oome with me to my hotel, and I will arrangé about the funeral."

Í A step Mrs. Handslip at onoe approvod of, for was not Lyndhurst, her brother-in-law, a well-to-do barrister, holding tho golden key of sooloty ; was ho not Hebe's nnole, a man of means! So he would take the girl under his fostering care ; Hebe was not har child. Yes, Bhe would go.'' '

Hebe looked up when sho hoard her stepmother say so, and after a moment's earnest gaze said,

"Go, mamma, but leave me here.... I cannot leave papa." .

Tho uncle approached her. .''''. ;

She waved him off with tho imperiousness of a quean, and lowered her usually gentle brow, as. if deep, hard thoughts wero surging to and fro in her brain, and would find an outlet in words if ho ap- proached nearer.

Mrs. Handslip drew near, and luid her hand on Hobo's shonldcr, saylr'r, -. n

'. " My darling Hobe, you know I lovo you.1 Pnpa is dood ; you eau do no more for him. I will bring you back to ¿00 him beforo ho is buried. Como, my oliild, and bo a comfort in ray grief."

"Oh. let me stay, mamma ; please, oh please, let mo stay, and by and bye you and I will go away


"No, no, my child, it cannot bo ; if your dear papa could speak he wsuld say, " Hebe, obey your mamma." And sha kissed the ohild on tho Hps! The warm heart and love Hebe threw into tho ' kiss alono mado it acceptable to a higher power ; lt was as tho salt of tho earth under the Jowish disponsatiou.

"With all'thine offerings thou shalt offer bait," so runs tho command. Salt a purifier, po was Hebe's kiss. .-? '.'.'. ' ?'?'.

Once more she throw herself on the broastof her fathor, and lay there till Mrs Handslip hoard Lynd- hurst return, having gone for a cab. Then tho ohild was torn from hór father's side, dazed, bewildered,

She hod hardly taken her seat in tho brougham bofore she sprang out, and ran book,into tho ooVago, darting post hor unolo on tho way;'.

, u Ho followed tieK ., J.. : ir . s; J. "T' : -i i; ,

' Sha took np tho small escritoire, or writing desk, saying, "ThiB was" mamma's, and papagayo it to mo on board ship ; it is mino." .' f ' ., , ;

"Have you the key7" waè'^Lyrdh.n.jt's only remark. '?..-.r.'i.j: J ??_

"Yes, papa left' it in my hand os ho died." - Tho last conscious ant1 of.tho dying paront. Did ho eeo into the futuro, as John in tho Isloof Patmos ? "

Whon Lyndhurst offered, to < carry the desk, and approached with his hands extended ; for that pur-' poso, tho little queen lowered her brow,: and wavod him off with tho hauteur' of a Czarina; and returned to tho cab, banging the oarriage door aftor her as she saw her undo approach. :;.;

Lyndhurst was piqued ; knitted his brow, mounted tho box bosldo tho drlvor and drove away.

., When Mrs Handsllp snidj " Your uncle could havo got the desk for you," Hebo only pouted her Hps in reply-tho majestic far-seeing puss. : Í .

* . . * * * * * * »

"Who aro.tho now arrivals Aohntes, that arrived in tho brougham half-an-hour ago? " - .. . ,t

"I havo just boen querying our host on tho sub- ject, John Brown. A Mrs Handsllp and her daughter;

relations of our fcllow-boardor the barrister:, Mrs II. is a widow of one day ; not that, for.her bread- winner died daring last night, '. They'only arrived from England early yesterday morning. - How sad, John Brawnier the widow and ohild." ~~

"Yes, death; is sad under any circumstances ; but to die in a strange land, leaving', those you love, to struggle and cope among strangers, is moro than sad.

I would sorely miss you, Achates, bat what would

your lora ba, to be compared to a wife losing the dearest tie woman can hare, on an untried and unknown shore. God help mother and child to bear

the blow."

" Come, Achates, don't look so sad and sorrow- ful, eome for a jaunt and do a bit "of ruralising before it gets too hot ; it ii just 10 o'clock.

I will change my coat and be back in a brace of


John Brown waited in the smoking-room, stroking his long beard.

When Achates returned and they were about to start, John Brown aaid, patting kia pipe into his case, " Where is Faithful ; the old fellow is getting buy. I excused him from going out with us yesterday, for he seemed so prostrated by the heat, and he gave me suoh a beseeching look of indolence, ennui, and stretched himself full length for a siesta in a cool oorner, so I took the hint and left him ; but this fin J morning is a hone of another colour. Have you seen the rogue ?"

" Yes, playing Major-domo to the little brunette upstairs ; the old fellow was walking alongside of her, with his head well forward and eyes straight, as if he were on some special mission. I pulled the old rascal by the tail as he passed me, for he looked so solemn, but ho treated me with silent contempt. The two were walking along the passage towards the bal- cony, Faithful escorting his lady to learn her seorets."

" Yes," replied John Brown, as a shade of Borrow Passed over his brow, " Yes, to learn her secrets-her secret of narrow ! Faithful's instinct has told him the ohild is in sorrow ; her new canine friend would sympathise with her. Aohates, dogs, tho' they are lower in tho Boalo of intellect than we are, are more sympathetic, intuitively they see, where we, onoe in the imago of our Creator, arc blind. Faithful will ohonr that.littlo heart, tako it out of itself. Good noble dog, you shall remain with your little oharge ; give her your love to-day, tho' it 1B but a dog's. More worthy than half the human beings. Come,