|Newspaper Title||Southern Argus (Port Elliot, SA : 1866 - 1954)|
|Trove Title||The Kennises|
(Written expressly for tlie Southern Argue)
By Godfrey Eoremont.
[Author's rights reserved.]
Chaptee I. (Continued from our last )
* Seventy -five poan-ls exactly. They are promoters' shares, and there is nothing farther to pay.' ' That's running me rather close.' ' Well, take a less number — though it seems a pity to lose the chance.' Mr. John Cremer knew from the ez nrp.RRinn of hia hearer's fVina that this
remark might be ventured safely ; while Harry, the soul of honour, never ques tioned for a moment one word of all that had been advanced. ' Hang it ! I'll take the lot.' This clinches the bargain. The money is handed over without further ado, an agreement signed, and a new
unuw ivuuu mr turec uuuureu prv motera' shares in the * Oxide' Mining Company. Business finished, Harry asked, 'How are the captain and Miss IKennis ?* * Oh, very well — very well.* ?I'm not intending to stay at the house, for to tell the truth, Captain Ken nis and myself are perhaps not on quite so pleasant a footing as formerly. I've taken a room at the ' Colonial Arms.' Joy sparkled in Mr. Jehn Cremer'a eyes as he answered, ' Yes ? Be mentioned something about it. I'm afraid you'va offended him'. I ' Egad, I but remembered he was a I relative, and my only relative in Aus tralia.' * Just so. Natural enough, Mr. Kennis, though relatives, you know, get touchy sometimes. Do you think it's worth while going to the House ?' * Why not ? Surely he isn't vindic tive ? I did him no wrong.' ' Of course, I don't know particulars, but he has spoken rather hotly about you — very inconsiderately, I think.' ' Has he?' said Harry, rather amused than otherwise, and wondering how Mr. Cremer could guage the captain's mind on this particular subject. ' He fancied, in fact, that you were not attending properly to business — pardon me — -getting slightly careless — perhaps even dissipated. Excuse me — I am only retailing an opinion,' and here Mr. Cremer held the insinuating smile harder, and forced it to sppear all over his face. 1 Impudent old beggar,' quoth Harry wrathfully ; ' still I'll go and see him ; not that I care a button what he says, but somehow I feel he can't make me forget we are of the same faaiily.' ?Well, I thought I would let you
know the style of thing you may expect —the attitude he assumes — so that any change in manner will not suprise you.' 1 You are a good old fellow, Cremer but I shall go. By-tbe-by, when is this mine of ours to produoe ore in quan tity ?' * We are now arranging for some miners and a captain from Adelaide. They will be here in a fortnight at farthest, and then we may expect abundant returns, for,' another reference
hi uK- wu¥ciucui prwapcviua, me ore lies at surface.' Had Harry known as much then as he did afterwards concerning * ore lies,' eSx, Cremer would not have put away those seventy-five pounds with other spoil in the fire-proof safe, nor allowed the professional smile so ostentatious a display, Nothing however occurred to mar the agreeable feeling which business done and out of the way bestows, and Harry left the solicitor's office feeling grateful, and on good terms with every body. A. ^ gloomy, winter-like, September morning had given place to a fresh sun shiny afternoon, a glorious clear sky of Australian blue stretching, flecked but by a few fleecy clouds, overhead. Small pools of water here and there, and a few raindrops among the trees were the only reminders of vagrant showers. Soft breezes passed gently by, ploughing waves in the far stretching sea of green grass, sometimes doubly deepened in the hollows when a flying cloud's shadow was flung thereon. Wrapped up in recollections of long ago In the fluctuating day dreams of a young man's faccy, Harry walked on mechanically, heeding not the light approaching foot fall which betokened that some person would meet him at the turn of the road, * Good morning, cousin Harry — Mr. Kennis— oh, I am so glad to see you.' A pleasant voice thus cheerily breaks into his visionary environment, 8uch a pleasant voice that he thinks he never heard, anything as sweet before, ?Why, Helen?' he exclaims, « Mii» Kennis ? Can it really be ?' Indeed ha may well look astonished, for the two years' fleeted since last they met have been that magical time in which maidenhood passes into woman hood; and she whom he had left a ? little, brown, gauky girl,' now stood before him a winsome lady, comelier by far than any of the well bred beauties he had left behind in the Old Country, ? You have changed so much that, posi tively, if it were not for jour eyes I should hardly know you,' His glance admiringly takes in the graceful outlines of her ahapely figure, the glossy brown hair, the beautiful face wearing its kindly welcome and lit by that ?' surer beauty of the mind ;' and the utter perfeatness of his colonial cousin confounded him, 'Yes,' she said simply, ' I have changed since you were here, more of a woman, I 8uppoae,and less hoydenUh than for* merly,' To be continued in our next.