|Newspaper Title||Australian Town and Country Journal (Sydney, NSW : 1870 - 1907)|
|Trove Title||Dark or Fair. A Story of Town and Country|
I " Dark or Fair.5»
pA ! STORY OF TOWN AND COUNTRY. '
>r\".' . . (BY "JENNY WEEK") IV;;
.-(WBITTEN FOB THE " TOWN AHD COUNTRY JOOK»AX.")
' .CHAPTER VII.-(CONTINUED).
4' -Home to New Zealand, the garden of the Paci
fic, with hope in her eye, and faith in her heart, went the fair .girl} and the: old: man noted how her countenance glowed with; pleasure as he talked to* her of the -various social questions which, engaged his attention, .and how she liked to discúss'those subjécts relating to man's pro gress in knowledge, and advancement in happi ness ; until he loved her, and intrusted her with ^hia thoughts, speaking noble truths and lofty ' sentiments clothed in beautiful language, which '. 'inspired her soul with a renewed desire to devote '- her talents, whatever they might be, to the good " cause of social reform.
l. " My child," said the old man one day as they '" sat on deck watching the waves, " the world is in
:'its infancy. Men are but just awaking to the
realities of life. Religion, science, art, and ' literature are joining hands to emancipate man ' kind from the errors and consequent sufferings of
the past, and calling on woman to help them in - the blessed work. If the children of the people ' are to be redeemed from social bondage, commer ' ' cial slavery, and political oppression, the mothers
must be their teachers. They must learn these economics at their mother's kueo ; and drink in . '.; these truths of progress in their early years. - . Man and woman must work together. Girls must
: be,educated ; so that they may stand by man's
side, and nobly become co-workers and fellow helpers with him. Never mind the frivolities of ' fashion and pleasure. We cannot afford to waste
; life's precious hours upon such things. Higher ' 1 studies than these demand the attention of the " women of our day. Now the children of the
people may be rescued from the curse of ".' poverty in the midst of plenty, and labor be made
' profitable to all."
. After a pleasant voyage they reached New ?" Zealand in safety; and, after a brief stay in
Auckland, they went down to the Thames,' where ' they took a small house not far from Polly's old
-home, and lived together very happily. Uncle . ' R oy was preparing a course of lectures ; and v . Polly often acted as amanuensis for him, which
proved at once an instructive and delightful task. . But Rollo took scarlet fever, and his sister feared
;° for him; He grew very weak, so that Uncle Roy . had to 'carry him about, and after many weeks 1 he bought Rollo a little wheel carriage, so that
he could take him out on sunny mornings to enjoy the sweet spring air.
So Polly had plenty to do;r and Uncle Roy devoted himself to little Rollo, for he loved the ; .gentle boy for his mother's sake. The weeks
went by ; and Polly worked hard, keeping house, nursing Rollo, and "copying" for Uncle Roy. 1
-,; One day she took up a newspaper ; and, look
: ing down its columns, her eye rested upon a ,:" familiar name-Paul Fizzele, the gifted artist,
whose celebrated picture had won him well earned recompense.
"He had attained his ambition ; he was Y wealthy, famous," Polly thought, as she read the ; paragraph. Would she ever meet him again P '. She remembered well his handsome face aglow.
' with noble resolve as they parted five years ago
in Auckland. Was he married ? Very likely ; ; . she hoped to some one worthy of him. Did he re
; member that afternoon among the ferns? Ah ! ;: . well, she was glad he had succeeded ; glad that ! j i he had wrestled with Fortune, and won her laurel
wreath of fame. She would like to extend her
sympathy to him ; she would like to clasp hands with him, and tell him how glad she was for him, that he had done manly work, ând won a man's reward. "
? ,: Uncle Roy came in ; and the spell was broken. . . Polly had to lay aside her own thoughts, and
.-wait upon him for the next hour or two.