|Newspaper Title||Australian Town and Country Journal (Sydney, NSW : 1870 - 1907)|
|Trove Title||A Rose Among Cornstalks|
A Hose Among Cornstalks. ..
, (By Ruby Whittell!)
., . . . (Affectionately dedicated to Uncle Dick.)
. . . CHAPTER II.-.'(Continued.)
. And Rc&í'had-, visions "bf a nice" little canter In "' âe-naë - country , lane near ' Skillagalee, " and thought v.of', lier' Immaculate habit ; upstairs. Her idea of:'- riding was .' oiritering along, a good level read, perfectly equipped
.with a -sleek- eatln rccking-chair cf a home.'abd a ijrpoai behind to pick up euy whip or handkerchief she might happen to drop,, and hold the boras if ? anything i-hyatable cama near. Little did she dream
ot the wild, bareback bolls and gallops tue Darrelle . called -"riding. . Evtn little Ba bet tai'would pul on a
«kil t cf Moola's ri:d climb up some small pony and . in the excitemíat; and Girlie seemsd to be
come part of any boree sha mounted.
"Girlie can ride anything," Jack began proudly.
. -'from a ra Cc hp nae to a brumbie." . Theo he, looked
down cut his hand and .raw tho cut which Girlie .with . : li er-slats and her temp-sr had made, and added .lens
warmly, "at least,;.¿he thinks ehe can."
' .'Poor Girlie!" They were always tcasîog her, and . lt-did not sweeten her already queer temper, and she '--flattied a wrathful glance at Jack and a sharp retort
V- flew to her lip?.- '(fortunately an Interruption came,'
dogs. liarke.(l furiously, the wicked cockatoo awore, and the 'whole place sained to bs in an uproar. The . words dl?il on Girlie's tongue, and they all started, ' 1er it" was one .of thecre' sudden 'alarms which make '" one's heart stand still. Babette clung to Moola-lf j -possible, whiter and mor* delicately transparent lock . ing than ever, while Jack sprang to the window, Ted
. after hum, and disappeared (only a moment), and . then Jack's; voice called, '"Nativo cat!"
:^Such a whopper. It scooted under thehoiise, and it's .a black one," and almost before he had spoken " the girls were out 'on Ithé verandah, all except ? Moola, ' who had flown upstairs . to tell .Mrs! Dar ..'rell what it Avas all aboti't, lest she .should be I alarmed. , Poor little Moola, she always seemed to
have so many'cares on her slender young shoul V'tiers.' It gave her a little brave sweetness of man ; uer different ,to that ^pf most 16-year-old girls; ..* hut it also, gave a rather wistful look to the soft
, . eyes, which should, not have been there. Moan 1 .while Babette transferred, her clinging to. Rose . as she stood looking ,dver the verandah railing to
the gi'ound where'the.bbys and Girlie were peering . ~ through a small phble under-the'house, where the
native cat bad vanished, the collie dogs waiting . near with expectant growls. * ' ?
"What ls it? rA^native cat?" said Rose, trying . to free herself from Babette's little Angers, .which '. .were all over .Cape gooseberry Jam, and perhaps . there is nothing, stickier than that. "A native cat! " Is it different tb^a tame one?"
"Like a 'possum something,", said .Jack, rather shortly, for he »'was. busy poking a long. bamboo - stick through the; hole. Ted was holding the dogs
. King and Tobychack at a hole a little further
along. Girlie wasr.?Saking a little nuisance of her . self kneeling néai^and giving advice, which no one ' took any notice of. - Rose was interested. Things . were»becoming quite Australian and bush-like, - and she leant over still further.
"Aren't they:dangerous?" she asked. "Might it not come suddenly out and frighten you?"
- - *'Aud if you go round to the other hole, and
»Ted comes here, and I get Zachariah," went on . Girlie's monotonous little flow of advice, "Toby
might chase it out. You'll lose it, sure as a gun, if you're so silly, Jack," etc.
Then Moolayappeared, and. wanted lo call Zac hariah to help, and between them all, and the vain > -poking round, Jack began to feel a little irri
"Do.keep back!" he said, in his shortest, most business-like way. "The cat might scoot up .the creeper just where you are, and "you wouldn't like that you know. There, listen!"
And a grumbling little snarl could be heard from' further down. ; . ... . -
.v}"Jack is'.ah' ass," burst -from Girlie,'* "If he'd only do as-I-"say-oh!, lhere it .is." f There wes a rush of King "and Toby: a .'-"seul, seul-her,"' 'from-' .Tedr 'and a- confusión :of snarling and-apitting 'öid: barking and. growling, and - awaywent-the cat and the "dogs,'-followed by ' the boys,, while the girls; turned* into the dining-room, for they shrank from "seeing the death scene. Moola looktd rather nad,
aud Babette cried openly.
"Poor little cat!" she cried sorrowfully. ."It might have» a lot of little kittens waiting for it at home to bring them their breakfast, and a huabacd too-boo hos!" "? ' '
"Don't be stupid," said the practical Girlie. "A thing, that eats turkeys and chickens doesn't deo?rve : any little kittens cr husbands or anything!*'
"You. cat turkeys and chickens," . persisted Ba bette through her tears; "and that poor-"
"Don't cry, dear,", comforted Moola. ""Think of the poor turkeys we found killed yesterday. The oat?'only - suck . their blood cud then leave them," she explained to Reas, "and we are going to have a regular oat hunt soon, for they, are getting worse, and killing all our chickens. I expect it was after one of the birds on the verandah then."
Soon the boya came in, and inaieted'on telllug of
the', death struggle-- lu every harrowing detail; -in., spite of the girls' disgust, and thin at last the break-. ßa«t was over, and they all dispersed. Jack wanted Moola to help him tack the catto akin on à boàrd, but Rose looked so horrified that Moola refused, and she and Rce& went up to'Mrs. Darrell, who'was'not yet up. , -.
(To- be continued.)