The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1893-08-25

l t"th vi NINA, anu WAS
isndably DESTROYS Of emulating the re.
nowned breeders Of stock In the old
nome country, He had put himself 10
great expense, in importing some very
valuable rams These rams had arrived
10 us at Bengengo in frst-rate condi-
ton, Just In the nick OF seasona bile
time The date for putting them with
the flock had already been fixed. when.
one morning, the man whose especial
charge they had been, came into our
nut, and Informed the manager that
rams had broken fold" and. though he
had searched all round, he could find no
trace of them.
a thousand ponnds'worth of valuabl
blood In jeopardy put our manager into
fever of anxiety. Gathering about
him two or three of the stockmen, and
couple of black crackers, he was
about TO start OFF in search, when sud
denly he remembered that certain let
ters had not been sent on to the head
station. and he knew the boss To be ex-
pecting some important communica-
ton.
u think. Dennison. that you had bet
ter ride over to Mount Misery 1.-THE
name Of the head station and take the
mail. You will be better able to make
the explanation about the rams being
lost than either of the men,"
"All right said: IN start ut once.
Where are the letters"
Here You are. One--two-three for
the boss, one for Mrs b and one for
Miss ,iordon-Miss Gordon. who the
deuce is sheo'
suggested that Miss Gordon might
be the niece of the boss: for had heard
niece was expected to visit Mount
Misery.
The ram-seehing party took their de-
partnre. and soon after ! started for
the head station, with but little relish
Tor reporting 10 the boss the loss he
was in danger of sustaining.
Mount Misery is twenty miles from
Hengengo but my why little nag got
over the ground well under "a couple OF
hours. ] did not forget To keep my
weather eye open for traces Of the lost
animals but saw nothing.
The baptism OF places must surely be
governed by the rule OF contrarics.
In the ease Of Mount Misery. never
was name less apropos. The spot where
Mr. Blyth-the boss-had built his
homestead was one of the lo~cliest
and 'nost picturesque places have ever
seen.
a long. broad-bottoned valley, be-
tween two ranges Of honeysucklc hills.
Through the center Of the valley ran i'm
silvery silence n small stream. On
either side its banks, grew groves of
fair-sizcd timber trees-appe wood.
box and stringy bark. Here and there
clumps of stately gum trees rose To
height OF some one hundred to one hun
drcd and seventy feet, Myriads Of
bright plumaged birds fitted contnu-
onsly in the sunlight. giving one the
impression Of winged gems The noisy
but interesting chatter of cochatoos,
blended with the softer lovc-no;cs of
various doves. all helped to lend a
charm. and the ensemble was a pros
pect far different than the astounding
name Of Mount Misery advised. The
homestead itself was equally picture,
one Of some old last century
farmhouse. of a style frequently met
with i'm the more retired rural districts
Of England. bungalow fashion. its
divisions were all on the ground
floor. the pea ked roof being simply used |
for storing fruit. A variety Of crcepers !
trailed their wealthy growth from end |
TO end. on pillar and post. from ground
plate to gable peak. A well-stocked |
orchard with a carefully tended and |
luxuriant flower garden surrounded
the house. which was simply pictur-
esque and Understanding bit Of
perfection.
The visitor 20 Mount Misery must Of
necessity cross one or other of the two
barren ranges, which in summer or
winter are equally uninviting, owing
to their open character being devoid
of shelter from either cold, biting
blasts Of winter or the swcltering rays
If the summer sun. But having crossed
this waste Of barren rock. and reached
The edge Of the range. the eve is glad
lened by the oasis just described.
On this occasion l did not, as was
usual with me, halt to re-admire the
picture, but continued my way TO the
loot Of the range. On entering the
grove Of timber l struck the station
rack. and put my horse to . sharp
santer, and was beginning to formu-
ate some quiet style of speech to in
.roduce the i'll news bore. when sud-
lenly became aware that q lady was
on the track some hundred
Yards or so ahead Of me; she appeared
% he reading.
This must be Miss Gordon"
thought l.
by George. she's young, and what
$ more jolly pretty girl.'
NY artistic nature came to the
'front.' again, you see. Ill try and
describe her; then, perhaps, may 10
forgiven my rapture.
A figure tall and 1.-THE, an oval face,
! pair Of soft, sleepy-looking brown
yes. shaded by mass Of lion tawny
,air, which was bound up and braided
nto a simple knot.
She was garinentcd IN robe OF some
oft wel-hanging material, purple of
Tue. and relieved Of its density by q
white Inda-silk kcrchief, lightly