The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1891-12-27

Lesson turned 70 me and said, tapping
Jones letter:
This is from Sydney lawyer; this fel-
lows father and brother have died within
few weeks Of each other, and he's
Lesson said what; and l confess I re-
garded ragged-bearded Mr.. Jones with
newborn awe. Perhaps il was vulgar in
me. but one doesn't meet titled, landed.
Crimean-shirted gentleman every day IN
the bush. There may be q dozen bank
rupt baronets there; bat a dozen would
scarcely leaTen I've colonies Of ordinary
bushmen.
I'VE ought TO have drink on itr' OBJ
served the landed. titled gentleman. tax
ing back his legal communication. I no
ticed-we noticed, as | discovered later
that he had another letter between his
fingers, letter direcred-we are both posi-
lively q wonans hand.
Eyes, yes, said my friend, I'VE viii,
OF course. But-but the down coach
passes through AZ ? O'Clock YoQu go by
her, won't you? / don't suppose YOU
have lett any valuables in the hut: but I'll
send them on If you have: or may keep
them in memory of"
He did not say Jones; and I shall never
forget the rakish, reckless toss OF the head
he incurred from the man whose name
Was no more Jones than mine was.
Co.. he cried, with noble scorn. ITO
day, my good sir, I'm going 20 the races!''
In vain We tired 70 dissuaae him. We
told HIM 10 take that days c0ach-thev
ran but twice weekly-and shake the
sand OF Riverina from his boots for
ever; or, better still, leave that de-
cayed pair behind and return 10
civilization decentiy shod by our BelvlIle
storekeepe-. But We spoke 20 deaf ears
We spoke 70 an old sportsman. Leave
then, n tie very middle Of the races
Not he. He had backed Fidgetty Dick
already Ton its Ineritsl, and Lessons
horse, too for Lesson. sake, SUPPOSED:
besides, ne was going forever, OF course,
and he was not going without saying
goodbye 10 the Eut and TO his friends
But We were not 10 think Of that yet; We
were only 70 drink 10 II, and he was Jones
20 Us still, if We pleased. He thrust the
lawyers document carelessiy into his
pocket and We saw him fold his other let
ter small and STOW il IN 8 leather pouch at
the back of his belt. We accompanied
him 70 the Royal hotel. the least disrepu-
table shanty n Be vile.
us my last chance for bit OF real
sport" he said gayiv, grinning az Us with
has restless eyes. y going 70 make the
most OF II. Asct'N he dull fun, sir. after
this Today I'm Jones, the whim-driver,
ont on the bust; tomorrow-'
We drowned tomorrow. And we were
not the last people who drank al the whim-
drivers expense that day; nor the only
only ones who heard Of that startling news
/ frOm sydney ana the old country. Jones
i shouted for the whole township.
should say, on the course; anu the town.
ship very soon knew who Jones had be-
come. for he never could keep any secrets
save one.
We had our own interest 70 absorb Us
We hadn't been looking forward for
months 20 making the most OF an arisro-
crat n very plain clothes that was prUng
upon Us, rather; but We had been looking
, forward 10 riding our own home-brei
horses IN the various events ORD aimed hy
the belvllle Amateur Turf Club. and rid
ing - Win. We were keen SpOrtsmen. " g
rode and lost and won. and backed our
selves, and paid up or received, as the
case was We were not continually mind
/ fll 81 our friend. the whim-drlyer He
was making his presence felt, but not
/ dlsgraceful.y al al. When l won the
/ Ladies Bracelet on FIdgetty Dick he
right 20 Go altogether, for We had
started at considerable odds. He was
excited, certainly, but nothing more. Al
ter the last race. however We could see
! him nowhere; and my friend and |, as we
drove home, made sadly sure that the ex-
cited stage WAS passed, and our noble
Whlm-Ir.ver on the broad OF his back IN
der some b,ue-bUsh or verauGah.
We we're wrong. We had - travel some
distance along the stock route after leay-
ing The township before hitting the track
that led - the home station. And long
/ before We reached that turnlo We esolei
man among The low trees. Citing on
/ stump, y N his head between his hands.
( X was the Wilderness Of his Inolesklns
/ 1h2t sttraCTei our notice. and We felt sure
! ta8t * ass the wh.rn-8rIvcr. We bumped
/ over the sa.t-aGsh, and our wheels LETT &C.
/ centric curves among the trees; bat We
+ we're quite right. u Mas Jones. Moreover,
+ when he spoke 10 Is &c VAS entirely sober.
! "N LAT me devil are YOU dong here,
| ma = crlea LeeSoa, - " e pulled Up.
l9lnAng sad Jones, very quietly
! and distinctly
WHATS tie mat,er?' my friend asked.
| Nothing; 'ye been winning money
! Ike mans lGcS when he don't require
/ a.
Then What : there 10 think about
| hereE' Lesson persisted. greatly puzzled /;
| and ! Was puzz-ed, 100, by 5ae witness OF
the mar 5 eve ana the complete sooriegy
| oi bls tones
WHAT repeated Jones, with quiet