The Democratic advocate., 1883-09-01

turned round III Iflenuly manner, pdlte
him approvingly upon the back, and said
you'll do" And he did do, as we'll as h
could wish, and far better than he expect
ed He has thrown over his original trad
long ago, and is part owner of smal
sheep run up-country. His home-sur
rounded by large and well-cultivated gar
den-is cottage built of logs and CORFU
gated zinc, rather rough to look at outside
but exceedingly bright and cosy if we Civ
a peep at the interior, as we shall take tn
liberty of doing.
Pattie is there, busily preparing sup
per of unusual abundance. She expect
her husband home tonight, after an alb
sence of six days. He had been to Mel
bourne, where he will endeavor to pick VI
two or three steady young fellows to worl
on the run, as their stock is increasing anC
more help is required. Very different doel
the young wife look now, compared with
when we saw her stretched upon the pallet
in Cribble street, Mile End, slipping the
parish Cruel She has changed into 8
comely, blooming woman, with glow Of
health and contentment upon her face most
pleasant to behold. Baby Pattie sits on q
high chair at the table, watching her moth
er's culinary operations with great intent
ness, and trying to dip her little fingers into
everything within her reach. In the cor
ner is cradle, where pretty boy of II
months reposes quietly, with his great blue
eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, and
exhibiting a perfectly philosophic indiffer-
ence to the rattle of plates, pots and pans,
mingled with the incessant chatter of his
sister
By and by the wife's attentive ear caught
the sound of wheels. She flew to the door,
and saw wagon drawn by pair of strong
horses rapidly approaching. Directly she
appeared the man who was driving gave
the reins in charge of another, leaped to
the ground and ran to meet her. 1t was
Mark Roper. He caught her in his arms
and kissed her. To see this happy pair,
you would have thought they had been
parted for years instead of for days. They
loved each other as fervently as ever.
When the wagon drew up near the
door, Mark introduced the two young men
he had engaged at Melbourne; and then
they proceeded to unpack and carry into
the dwelling number of tools, implements,
bundles, and parcels-the last named con-
tanning household comforts and necessaries,
such as people supply themselves with in
quantities, when they live nearly two hun
dred miles away from the principal town,
to which they can only pay very occasional
visits. After a gigantic supper had been
disposed of, the two new "helps," weary
with their long journey, retired to rest;
and Mark and his wife settled themselves
down for quiet chat upon affairs in gen.
eral, particularly their own.
"What lot of clothes you have
brought !" said Pattie, as she examined a
motley heap of garments before her.
eyes" observed Mark. 1--WE shall
want them ALL The fresh hands have
plenty of rough work before them, and will
wear them out soon enough, [ warrant"
"Here is a great, ugly, heavy coat.
Whom do you intend this for? p
"Oh, that they threw it in cheap, so
took it. 1t will serve somebody turn in
the rainy reason"
''The lining wants coming out; it is all
going to pieces" she remarked, taking up
her scissors and swapping away at some
loose rags. ''HulIo What's this ?"
whats what?" inquired Mark, over
the tankard he was lifting to his lips.
''This! There is another lining under
meath, and something stitched inside it.
rip it open, then, my dear"
No sooner said than done. In another
moment Pattie drew forth thin oil-skin
envelope and laid it on the table
whats in that, [ wonder ?" cried Mark,
holding it up to the light. ''Paper of some
kind, I can see. Slit it open gently with
a knife, girl. Don't tear anything. Be
careful"
dts bank notes p exclaimed Pattie,
pale with excitement 'Look One, two,
three, four, five"
"By Jove! so they are. Five Bank of
England notes for-for-. Why, Pattie,
they're for thousand pounds apiece p
The rustling wealth shook in his trembling
hand as he spoke.
"And here is something else, Mark-a
bit of paper, with writing upon it. What
does it all mean p
"Read il" said her husband
Thus it ran: "Whoever finds this money
five thousand pounds keep it. 1
give it to them freely. It's all mine, and
got honestly. (Signed) JAMES GELS
WORTHY"
"Uncle's money!" cried Pattie, gasping
with astonishment
"And your uncles coat p added Mark,
in the same tone. II remember it well
now, torn and dirty as it is. I might have
known it by the buttons. To think-only
to think that it should have come back to
us again, when [ sold the whole concern
more than three years ago for fifteen shil-
lings!'