Chapter 75654769

See chapter in newspaper

Chapter NumberVI
Chapter Title
Chapter Url
Full Date1883-12-22
Page Number8
Word Count725
Last Corrected0000-00-00
Newspaper TitleWarwick Argus (Qld. : 1879 - 1901)
Trove TitleThe Maitlands
article text


for days Henry AUitUnd laj <0 *'«um-eon , ecious state. The charge lad «truck< him Ap tto temple nod literally Mown* piece of the sku}J .way, exposing ths Vain. The gaol whan U ex ploded, was within a few feet of hire, and thus the charge bad not time to scatter. It waitiofad'by tW servants, and commented upon by them in awe struck whispers, that the wound was in the same spot exactly aa that<which killed filter ftfaUlwnfl.

When, at length, he came to a .state of conscious ness, it was evident that his recovery was hopeless.

Bat the feelings of the wretched man were strangely, mixed with shame and remorse, when

he found that the COB stent and watchful attend ants who ministered to him in his helplessness and agony, were Lucy and her mother. Through all his delirium, visions of an angel face and eoft pitying eyes had floated through his brain, plxed with some horrible phantasmagoria of his > past evil life. The one, the bright vision, wfs the reality el Lucy . the other horrid spectres were the past impressions of hip evil deeds which bad left their indelible imprint upon his aouL aqiwtyteh were revivified by the approach of deatjh. »,,

Bat in all his delirium he had never; dropped a nt of the terrible tragedy su£^enUy clear en lighten Lucy or her mother. He babbled of burst ing guns in a language that, to them, was incom prehenaible. But when Victor Levison and Detec tive Smith heard him, there was a flood of light thrown upon the dark past. If Henry Maltland had lived he would have been in danger of the gal lows ; but. he did not live, and, before he died, confessed his crimas-sot to Lucy, be could not do that-but to his neighbour Campbell, who took his dying depositions. Before his dotth lie wanted to make a Will, leaving the whole of the property to Luoy and her mother; but this was con sidered unnecessary, as the identification of Walter Brown with Waiter had established the status of wife and daughter, and the property of the late Walter Maitland of right belonged to them.

Victor Levison and Luoy Haitland were married

in November.

There were great rejoicings at Bafgooma; and the woolshed ^fas turned into a ball-room, where all the ehearers, and boundary-riders, aud smart young men for twenty miles around brought their girls and danced till daylight. And then the smart young men put their pretty girl partners on horseback, «r into buggies, or waggonettes, or whatever mode of conveyance they preferred, and took them home through the cool November morning, before the hot sun had time to dry. np the sparkling dew-drops from Abe grass witch wared so cool and green ell around themu The brido and bridegroom departed for Taimeni*: but they came back in timo to . eat ttelf Chrtttyas dinner at Yambaar, where tho old lady 'had *$aken up her abode. Of coune, the'Campbell* were there, and lots of other friends; and..although it was too hot for dancing, thoy had lawn tennis and croquet in the evening. And it was not too hot to sit in tho verandah and talk { and listen to Lucy and othor happy girls singing, in the intervals of playing cards, or other indoor games.

Ton vcars have rolled away sinoe the jsvents we havo related took place; but every year, after tho shearing is finished, the woolshoa at Yambaar is cleared for a dance. The fow remaining wool balos that have not gone to town serve as'sup ports for long tables, where a gorgeous' supper is set out; tbo rafters are hung with loetoons of flowers and blossoms, and a rand of music from tho nearest township vote a hundred eouplcs in motion to its inspiring strains. Tbo dancing is vigorous, and in good time, for the cmployfo of Yambaar and surrounding stations are all do vetoes of Terpsichore. Mr. and Mrs. Levieon are there for the first half-hour or so, and with them aft a couple of sturdy boys, who look on with wonder and admiration, at tho gorgeous vision of Jane and Mary-Ann, the housemaids;-and Rose, the cook; and Enphemla, the mine; flying round in the anus of their respective lovers, to the intoxi cating strains of the "Blue Danube."