Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1872-10-08

| folding the wrap over the t"o' "s'oi
saw so rough sea ~ this all the way
from Honolulu TO San Francisco" said
he, looking out upon the gentle swell OF
tbs lazily. mounting waves.
Rough :" criod Miss Armour. al am
sure the ocsxn is as smooth AS = mill
pond !"
"Ohl but not as compared with The
Pacifc-peaceiHl; it was rightly named.
! We never have such gales on that rs
sweep the Atlantic, but only the gentie's
westerly breezes." Tho New Zealsndcr
shivsrcd as he spoke, and drew his wrap
/ closer over his knees ''Wo have the
most charming climate in Now Zealand,
he went on: I'VE are never TOO hot, and
never too cold. In fact wa never think
of the weather. And the soil is tho most
fertile in The world"
PITY il is such All ont oi-the way part
ol the earth that nobody can live there, y
said Miss Armour.
beg your pardon, Miss: there arc
several English towns OF thirty thousand
/ inhabitants each; and We never think ol
ourselves as being out OF thc-way, but
rather feel sorry Tor those who live so
| far of" returned the other, bending his
tall figure earnestly forward.
Rosa leaned her pretty head towards
him la contiding attitude of interest,
aud laughed "Oh, 30 YOU are the peo-
pie. and nsdom is going to die with
you :" said she. "But what do You do
oul there in the heart OF the uuivsrsoP"
"WS dig gold Tor one thing, and raise
sheep for snother,-millions and millions
OF them: from thirty to forty vessels arc
constantly plying to England with the
tallow and pressed wool"
What do you DO with all that mutton ?"
ssked Rosa. looking idly at the light in
her ring, and then as lilly at the light in
the speakers eyes.
I'VE use what We can" Was the re-
ply; .'and sometimes, Am sorry to say,
We bury the hosh. not usually; bu:
,omslimes an order will come TO ous
farmer for thousand sheep it you
please; and NIL he can do is TO clip oil
the wool, get out the fat and bury The
Carcasses
What pity the meat cant be sent -
the hungry poor At home! Why don't
somebody condenss ii as they DO the
beef in Texas" sail in my practical
WAY.
"In good time | dare say somebody
will; but we can't do everything Ut
once" replied the New Zeslander, look
ing with sudden interest at the game Of
shuttle board being played beside us.
Just then along came the ships 'ur-
gcon. blonde youth in uniform. with
his hair parted in the middle.
Miss Armour" said he, The gun is
to be fired at the bow; will you como
and see ii done?"
Miss Armour started up at once,
turning the same hali-confding glance
and ready smile upon him she hsd been
giving us.
IL sm going to leave my rug with you
,hall come back said she, bcaming
over her shoulder upon me AS she took
the surgeons arm and went away.
The New Zealander looked after her,
tried to console himself 10y drawing up
his wrap in another fold across his knees.
did not succeed, and finally got up and
went away. Oh course it Was not worth
his while TO make himself agreeable TO L
middle aged woman in hood and water
proof. So sat aud looked At the like.
ness OF lake among the sunset clouds,
and ilied TO decide whether had better
take oat meal cruel or bigcuit-tea fol my
supper: wondering the while. halt un-
consciously, about the old chord in my
memory that was always being struck
by certain musical ring in the New
Zealander's voice.
Alter an hour or SD The gun was fired
and presently Miss Armour came back
with the disorder Of the strong sea.wind
in her hair, and its freshness in her pretty
pink checks.
.'rvs come AS said," she murmured,
dropping at my feet again. and smiling
up, as though she had got where she
best loved to be-just such smile AS she
would have given to the stokers down
in the engine-room. or TO the ships cat
But 1t was lovely to look upon while il
lasted; and we middle.aged people have
learned to warm ourselves in any chance
ray OF sunlight, without stopping to con
slider whether it is likely to be perpetual
This time the bit of sunshine did not
stay long; Tor there came an artist with
his sketch book; and when Miss Armoul
had sufficiently admired his graphic pen
cillings of the captain and the quarter
master, and lhe ssa. sick occupant of ~
upper berth, il was time to throw thC
toy; and So he bore her of, to find on
by her own eyes whether we were actual
y going at the rate Of thirteen knots, OF
only twelve and hall.
That Was how the days went. The
passengers read. and paced the deck
played games and guessed riddlss. ant
were always hungry; the pilot stood
steady and firm at the wheel; the sailors
ran up aud down the rigging like over