Bradford opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1874-1881, 1875-06-05

"Dear heart! nope her uhcl'
will be wise as we'll as loving" sal.
to myself very often; for sh'
seemed too fragile bubble Of hu
manity to drift Oh through lif'
alone.
The tips of the brown csrls were
lighter than the rest and here ant
there were little bright touches al
over her hair, as though the SUI
was shining in spots on it. Ont
morning sat coiling these gleam'
of sunshine around my fingers, and
watching a flock of Mother Carey's
chickens skim restlcssly over tho
restless water, rhinking these
thoughts about Rosa. and having
her soft presence alone to myself
for few moments. Not many
however soon up came u New
Zealander of course there was Il
New Zralander or an Australian OH
our boat.
"YOu are very lowly, Miss Ar
mour," said he. "Let me bring you
II chair"
"Thank you ; 1 prefer to sit here
on my rug and have Miss Wells pet
me,' replied Rosa, turning up hel
eyes languidly. "The deck is my
favorite seat, if | can only have all
excuse to sit on it,"
''But you need something over
you,' persisted the New Zealander,
going away, and coming back di
rectly with his own heavy gray
wrap. Then he seated himself on
a low camp-stool beside her, folding
the wrap over the two. II never
saw so rough a sea as this all the
way from Honolulu to San Francis
CO.," said he, looking out upon the
gentle swell or the lazily-mounting
waves.
"Rough " cried Miss Armour.
81 am sure the ocean is as smooth
as q mill-pond "
"Oh but not as compared to the
Pacific-peacelul; it was rightly
named. We have never such gales
on that as sweep the Atlantic, but
only the gentlest westerly breezes."
The New Zealander shivered as he
spoke, and drew his wrap close
over his knees. "We have the
most charming climate in New Zea-
land," he went on 1--WE are never
too hot, and never too cold. In
fact, we never think of the wealth
er. And the soil is the most fertile
III tile WOrl't
"Pity it is in such an out-of-the-
way part of the earth that nobody
can live there" said Miss Armour.
"Beg your pardon, miss there
are several English towns Of thirty
thousand inhabitants each and we
never think of ourselves as being
out-of.the-way, but rather feel sorry
for those who live so far off," re-
turned the other, bending his tall
figure earnestly forward.
Rosa leaned her pretty head to-
ward him in q confiding attitude
and laughed. "Oh, SO You are the
people, and wisdom is going to die
with you y said she. ''But what
do YOU do out there in the heart OF
the universe p
"We dig gold for one thing, and
raise sheep 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 do you do with all that
mutton 2" asked Rosa, looking idly
at the light in her ring, and then as
idly at the light in the speakers
eyes.
"We use what we can," was the
reply "and sometimes, | am sorry
TO say, we bury the flesh-not usu-
lily but sometimes an order will
come to one farmer for a thousand
sheep, if you please; and all he can
10 is to clip off the wool, get out the
at, 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
hey do the beef in Texas p l said
II my practical way.
"ln good time l dare say some
body will but we can't do every
thing at once" replied the New
lealander, looking with sudden in
terest at the game of SWITCHBOARD
,eing played beside us.
just then along came the ships
IA blonde youth in uniform,
With his hair parted in the middle.
"Miss Armour" said he, 1.-THE gun
u 70 ha firad at tha how will YOu