The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1872-10-18

TEST westerly breezes.' The New Zeal
ander shivered as he spoke, and drew
his wrap close over his knees. 1--WE
have the most charming climate in New
Zealand" he went ON; 1--WE are never
too hot, and never too cold. In fact, we
never think of the weather. And the
soil is the most fertile in the world"
'Pity il is in such an out-of.the. ay
part of the Garth that nobody can live
there" said Miss Armour.
BEG your pardon, Miss; there are
several English towns Of $4,000 inhabi.
tants each and we never think of our.
selves as being out of the way, but rath.
err feel sorry for those who i've SO far
off," returned the other, bending his
tall figure earnestly fodEard.
Rose leaned her pretty head toward
him in confiding attitude of interest,
and laughed: "Oh, so you are the peo-
pie, and wisdom is going to die with
you," said she. "But what do you do
out there in the heart of the universe ?"
1--WE dig gold for one thing, and raise
sheep for another-millions and mill
ions of them from thirty to forty yes.
sells are constantly plying to England
with the tallow and pressed WOOL"
What do you do with all that NUT.
ton?' asked Rosa, looking idly at the
light in her ring. and then SIS idly at
the light in the speakers eyes.
"We use what we cam" was the re-
ply "and sometimes, am sorry to say,
we bury the tiesb-not unusually; but
sometimes an order will come to one
farmer for a thousand sheep, if you
please, and all he can do is to clip off
the wool, get out the fat, and bury the
carcasses."
"What pity the meat can't be sent
to tn hungry poor at home why don't
somebody conden.e it as they do the
beef in Texas?" said in my PRACTICAL
way.
ain good time, l dare say, somebody
will; but we can't do every thing at
once" replied the New Zealander, look.
ing with sudden interest at the game of
Switchboard being played beside us.
Just then along came the ships sur.
geon, blonde youth in uniform, with
his hair parted in the middle.
"Miss Armour" said he, the gun is
to be fred at the bow will you come
and see it done p
Miss Armour started up at once, turn.
ing the same halfconfiding glance and
ready smile upon him she had been Civ.
ing us.
~ am going to leave my rug with
you shall come back" said she, beam.
ing over her shoulder upon me as she
took the surgeons arm and went away.
The New Zealander looked after her,
tried to console himself by drawing his
wrap in another fold across his knees,
did not succeed, and finally 60. up and
went away. Of course il was not worth
his while to make himself agreeable to
a middle.aged woman in hood and wa
ter.proof. So sat, and looked at the
lik eness of a lake among the sunset
clouds, and tried to decide whether
had better take oatmeal Cruel or bis.
cuit.tea for my supper; wondering the
while, half unconsciously. about the old
chord in my memory that was always
being struck by certain musical ring
in the New Zealander's voice.
After an hour or so the gun was fred,
and presently Miss Armour came back,
with the disorder OF the strong sea.wind
in her hair, and its freshness in her
pretty pink CHEEKS.
"I've come as said," she murmur-
ed, dropping at my fee! 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 it was lovely
to look uron while it lasted and we
middle-aged people have learned to
warm ourselves in any chance ray Of
sunlight without stopping to consider
whether it is likely to be perpetual.
This time the bit Of sunshine did not
stay long; for there came up an artist
with his sketch-book; and when Miss
Armour had sufficiently admired his
graphic pencilling Of the captain and
the quartermaster, and the sea-sick &C.
cupants of an upper berth, it was time
TO throw the dog; and SO he bore her
off, to find out by her own eyes whether
we were actually going at the rate of
thirteen knots, or only twelve and a
half.
That was how the days went. The
passengers read and paced the deck,
played games and guessed riddles, and
were always hungry the pilot stood
steady and firm at the wheel; the sail.
ors ran up and down about the rigging
like overgrown spiders, and were for
ever securing and scrubbing, tying and
drawing up and letting down.
Thus, at last, we had come safely almost
TO our desired haven. With fair sail.
ing, were were only one dsy cut from
port; fond as we had grown to be Of
each other, We were getting impatient
to part.
Miss Armour, during all the voyage,
had kept on as she began, beguiling
every one with her trick Of lip and eye.
They ran after her like boys at the
string of kite. Well, they had moth.