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Chapter NumberVI
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Full Date1881-09-01
Page Number4
Word Count938
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Newspaper TitleSouthern Argus (Port Elliot, SA : 1866 - 1954)
Trove TitleThe Kennises
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( Written expressly for the JSouffiern Argug.J


By Godfkey Egremont. f Author's rights reserved.]

- Chapter VI. {Continued from our last.)

When the crisis iras over and actual danger had passed, Helen feeemed wakened from a horrible dream by her father's kins, by his hot tears falling with the kiss,- and by his voice thank ing God that she was spared to him. Fever and delirium were conquered, but the future, bereft of him her true heart loved so fondly, loomed a hideous spectre she could not face. Mr. John Cramer called daily, leaving his regards and beet wishes as to how Helen fared. Occasionally he eawr her father, and, blind to everything but his own purposes, failed to notice a decided alteration in the _ Captain's bearing. Leaving the house be would lash his horse back to Kenniston, lurid-eyed, madly anathematizing himself and the

threatened end to what his viieness had hoped to accomplish. The doctor, after a while, grew dis satisfied with his patient's progress She lay unmurmuring, slowly fading* before his sight, and, resolved to stop this dan gerous vital apathy, prescribed change of scene and sea air. So soon as she could be moved by easy stages, the Captain went with her to Poolaraponk. Hew she had hoped it might be bo, for Harry's grave seemed the goal of her existence. Oh, but to see itl Oh, but to see the spot which held the de parted sunshine of her young life ? Oh, but to stand where his dear form slept ? in the cold earth's grasp — to kneel upon the hallowed turf and feel his spirit might be nigh ! As if in response to her unspoken yearning came the doctor's order, more gratefully indeed than had her unwished recovery from enfeebling sickness. Her father's studied coldness during the time succeeding Mr. John Cremer's proposal had been felt bitterly. Though all this was now over, she could not unbosom herself to him as of yore, while, on his part, a curious shame de layed any advances he endeavoured to make toward re-establishing the old, de lightful relationship which held Helen and himself closely bound as friends rather than father and daughter. Hence she did not know how, far beyond mere necessity or convenience, a tender regard for her dreadful loss prompted him to decide on Poolamponk as a temporary home. Nor could he hear, in words, how completely his returning kindness

anticipated the dearest, desires of her mind. Physicians say an illness often acts as a bodily purifier, but not seldom it exhibits a more wonder/ul power in tuning again far- wandering notes of human love to the harmony which is Highest the Divined ' ' ^ The reasons, then, are sufficiently in dicated for a certain change made hr Captain KenDis in the locality- of their temporary alode. During previous years, while visiting Poolamponk on their summer excursions, apartments were hired at the best hotel where a cheery, stout Devonshire woman seemed to create an atmosphere of apples and cream, about her. But when : weary Helen, near the end of the journfey, lifted her head from the pillow to catch first glimpse of the sea. she noticed wonder^

ingly that the carriage turned np a road' leading to the sections outside the village proper. He had taken Harfield, Captain Kermis informed her, responding to. the look in her eyes before she could' speak a word. Muller had offered it on very reasonable terms for six months, and he thought Helen would prefer it. It was nearer. She knew what he meant j and the expression of mute enquirv changed to -gratitude. Mr. Mailer was one of the Captain's business correspondents, and owned Harfield, a well-known, double-storied, commodious residence, standing further inland than the town ship, at the foot of some hills. Before it stretched rising and falling cultivated or grazing ground, gradually merging into sandy dunes bordering ihe sea. To the north, one's sight rested upon the rocks of Poolamponk and a low-lying harbour beyend where a long, narrow

jc«y wanaerea out to a huge rock dig nified by the title of Basalt Island. To the south, white-crested waves thunder ed everlastingly on a level beach ex tending fifteen miles to the river mouth — through which skilful skippers took their trading steamers, whenever possi ble. Behind Harfield was a large lucerne paddock wifh a district road at the far end. Some five hundred yards along this road lay the Glebe, surroun ded by an ordinary post and-rail fence. Slip-panels formed its main entrance, but an unlatched wicket near served for the admittance of rare visitors and - mourners. A ragged fringe of treeB, which irregularly skirted the enclosure, was plainly visible from Harfield, and had -faded in the dark before Helen's

gaze as she reclined one evening on a couch by the window of her room. Not a word had been spoken during the last few minutes, for, with the tender con sideration now always exercised, her father would not disturb that time of reverie. A servant appeared, lighted the lamp, drew down the blind, and went ^ « Papa,' Helen said, breaking the silence, * you can't fancy how much better I am now.' The change had indeed worked won ders, and promised speedy restoration.

? Thank God/ responded the Captain heartily, * the doctor was right — Pool- amponk is the place after all.' .* Poolamponk is very dear to n»e no'.v, papa,' Helen returned impuJshely, while a faint blush flickered on' her worn cbeek. To be cox.ii.iucd in cur ;;«.v. I