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Chapter NumberVI
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Chapter Urlhttp://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article96892705
Full Date1881-08-18
Page Number4
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Newspaper TitleSouthern Argus (Port Elliot, SA : 1866 - 1954)
Trove TitleThe Kennises
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(Written expressly for the Southern Argu.J

THE KENNISES,

By Godfbey Eghemont, [Author's fights reserved. |

Chapter VI. (Continued from our last.)

A frank, smiling face it had been, peculiar tawny beard, strong determined month which could have never belonged to a mean lawyer. Eyes a clear, deep gray, looking up to heaven as though to find their soul ; brown, healthy cheeks, and capacious brow. Was Mr, John HrAmpr's dream fulfilled? Else why

did he, glancing round to see that none were observing, put his foot on the un resisting' neck and mutter bitterly, * Wretch I you can never have her now.' What were a man's life worth that bis body should thus be trodden under ? Was it worth the pain of liv ing thus to yield the battle unfought ? The fair one, the dear one, charming imagination and thrilling the heart-^ what use to have lived and loved, to have toiled and suffered? 'You can never have her now 1* Sam Tyrrell, down the beach, was snrprised a few minutes later to find the odious attorney addressing him. * Mr. Tyrrell,' said he shortly, ? an old friend of ours lies dead up yonder,' pointing whence be bad come, 'What?' returned Sam, astonished, * What do you mean ? Who is it ?' ?Mr, Harry Kennis, I believe, lies dead— drowned-^-up yonder, just where the beach ends.' ' Good God, Cremer J you don't say bo— I'll come with you and see.' He races off, closely followed by the lawyer, quickly gains the place, and views the once lusty form now silent for ever, ' Well ?' asks Cremer when Sam has Etedfastly regarded the dead man and not without tear-misted sight, * I do believe it's poor, dear Harry,' he answered^ ' I couldn't quite see the resemblance at first, but it grows upon me as J look-^-Ah, yes, it's cer tainly him,' ' See,' said the attorney, ? don't you remember the peculiar rich tawny color of his beard ? There never was a beard like it in color, I think,' * Yes, I remember, but altogether the appearance, as a whole, is like Harry Jlennisnl wonder whether there is a mark on his flannel.' Sam knelt down beside the body, de spite a deprecatory motion by the other, but there was no marking whatever. Then standing he said, ' He seems much atouter than be fore.' ' You must recollect that he has been away time enough to change a good deal, besides, this horrible saltwater has swelled him, and the rocks have bruised him frightfully.' This was true, swollen and discolored, great weals showing on limbs and face alike, 8B though stricken by hammers, no wonder that instant recognition was difficult. * Poor, dear Harry,* said big, tender hearted Sam, tremulously, * poor, dear fellow. I hope you don't feel any re sentment, Cremer, now he is gone ?' The attorney coloured angrily yet returned. ' I ? Resentment ? My dear sir, it is true I may have greater cause to re member him unkindly than yourself, but do you think I should be such a fool as to feel resentment toward the dead Y Sam quite broke down for a little time, using his pocket-kerchief freely, God bless thee, gentle Sam ! May thou, when thy last day on earth has come, gain one 8Q sincere a mourner as did this ahipwreeked waif. Mr. John Cremer called for some men to remove the corpse, and said to Sam, *Mr. Tyrrell, we must see our old friend buried.* * Of course, Cremer, of course. You are a good fellow ; let's be friends again,' and in the presence of that speechless witness the two men so lately at variance shook hands cordially, That afternoon they stood by a grave newly dug in the Glebe which lay on a windy hilUside beyond Pjolamponk, The clods rattled hollowly on a hastily made coffin containing the mortal re mains of the dear brother found depar ted by the ocean waves, thus * commit ted to the ground* by the village clergy man ' in sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life, through our Lord Jesus Christ, who shall change our vile body that it may be like unto His glorious body, according to the mighty working whereby He is able to subdue all things unto Himself.' Sleep softly, brother. Storms will rave around nor have power to harm, bleak winds blow nor chill thy changing frame, lightnings flash and thunders roll nor wake thee from thy last, long slumber. Life and love ! Are they but sweet names which yearning mortals give to that they fain would have but cannot grasp? What may wealth avail when life and love are huried in the grave ? When the interment was completed, Mr. Jobp Oreraer beckoned to Moulds, the sexton, who also had acted as under taker, and asked him, 4 Who can put up a suitable headstone over the grave ? ' A headstone, sir ? What kind of headstone was you * perposing for to have ?' * Oh, a simple stone, with a plain in scription.' ' None o' your nattuaes and obbihits 7 quotb Moulds insinuatingly, * What are they ? Nat— nat— ?' * Oh,' the sexton added severely, ' I suppose as how you wasn't ber-ought up in the knowledge of the Lating tongue — the lingy ponds as I snorum ? To he continued in our next.