The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1873-09-10

l<uSiloA eOWho VI thtttJ bhVucHNt
each, and we never think of ourselves as being
out of the way, but rather feel sorry for those
who live so far off, . returned the other, bend
ing his tail figure earnestly forward.
Rose leaned her pretty head towards him in
confding attitude of interest, and laughed.
9 Oh, SO yon are the people, and wisdom is
going to die with you, said she. ssBut what
do you do out there in the heart of the uni
verse. I, = ~ 4. Fl r438 E4gy sss
I'VE dig gold for one thing, and raise sheep
i for another--millions and millions Of them
from thirty to forty vessels are constantly ply
! ing to England with the tallow and pressed
wool"
."What doyou do with all that mutton?"
asked Rosa, looking lightly at the light in the
speakers eyes.
1--WE use what we cam" was the reply,
"and sometimes, am sorry to say, we bury
the flesh--not usually, but sometimes an Or
der will come to one farmer for 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 the
hungry poor at home Why don't somebody
condense it as they do the beef in Texasa"
said in my practical way.
"In good. time / dare say somebody WILL
but we can't do every thing at once" replied
the New Zealander, looking with sudden in
terest at, the game of SWITCHBOARD being play
ed beside us. M
Juststlien, along came the ships surgeon,
a blonde youth in uniform, with his hair part
ed inthe middle.
Miss Armour." said he, /" the gun is to be
fired off at the bow will you come and see it
done 20
Miss Armour started up at once, turning the
same half contidng glance and ready smile
upon him she had been giving US.
81 am going to leave my rug with you
shall come back" said she, beaming over her
shoulder upon me as she took the surgeon 9
arm and went away.
The New Zealander looked after her, tried
to console himself by drawing his wrap in an
other fold across his knees did not succeed,
and finally got up and went away. Of course
it was not worth his while to make himself
and waterproof. So | sat and looked Mt the
likeness of a lake among the sunset clouds,
and tried to decide whether had better take
oat meal cruel or biscuit tea for my supper
wondering the while, half unconsciously,
about the old chord in my memory that was
always being struck by a certain musical ring
in the New Zealander's voice.
After an hour or SO 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 cheeks.
give come as | said" she murinured,
dropping atimy 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 strokers down in the engine room, or to
he''ship's cat. But it was lovely to look up
on while it lasted and we middle-aged peo-
pie 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 suf
ficiently admired his graphic penciling of the
captain and the quarter master, and the sea-
sick occupant of an upper berth, it was time
to throw the log and SO he bore her off, to
find out by her own eyes whether we were ac-
tually going at the rate of thirteen knots, or
only twelve and half.
This is how the days were spent The pass
engers read and paced the deck, played games
and guessed riddles, and were always hungry
the pilot stood steady and firm at the wheel
the sailors ran up and down about the rigging,
like overgrown spiders, and were forever scour-
ing and scrubbing, tying and untying, draw
ing up and letting down. Thus at last we had
come safely almost to our desired haven.
With fair sailing, we were only one day out
from port and, fond as we had grown to be
of each other, we were getting impatient to
part. fFs x2gg Hs go 4
Miss Armour, during all the voyage, had
kept on sshe had begun, beguiing every one
with her trick of lip and eye. They ran after
her like boys to the string of a kite. Well,
they had nothing better to do just then and,
when she had faded out, as the rainbow fades
/ made no doubt that she would be as easily
forgotten, or only remembered as midsum-
mers day-dream, by all, unless it might be
solitary warm-hearted man like the New
Zealander. To tell the truth was little sor-
ry for him. Evidently, life had not brought
him all it might; and he was hungry for the
love and confidence that had never been his.
SO I was afraid he would miss the little
sparks of girlhood and warm youth, and find
the void deeper when it had gone out.
TO the very last day, Rosa kept her place
by my chair; and to the very last the New
Zealander kept his place by her, when no one
younger stepped in to carry her of, which was
pretty often, to be sure. Then, he always
quietly went away himself with kind of
grave regret in his face. On the last morn
ing, Miss Armour had just left us along with
a young lawyer, to drop oranges and lemons
among the steerage passengers, when MOTTO
cd the New Zealander looking after her with
sadder regret than usual-alnost pain
/ in his eyes. He had such handsome dark
/ eyes could see that without my glasses.
ssNow.' ,, lid to myself, al hope he isn't