The Bossier banner., 1894-08-02
News, news! = great and glorious

past the Eureka, down to the Day-
oaWn-never stopping until everyone
has heard it.
Dog Kellareys proverbial bad
luck has turned at last-he has bot
toned on the Lead, the new claim has
turned up trumps with vengeance"
1t is fuu of gold-specks, specimens
and nuggets. Not nuggets as small as
peas, but large as teacups. Not here
and there, but in big deep lead, for
tune at every drive of the pick.
The Luck-penny, who has been Sleep
Ing in the shadow of the tent, watches
and chuekles at piece of glittering
mica. In his excitement the Dog"
sings out;
Boys! It's 'er as done it; there's the
lass that brought me luckr
Three p. m. More excitement!
A nugget weighing fifty pounds.
The monster of the Field, a wonder of
the country, and fortune to its finder.
Picks and shovels are thrown down,
the roar Of cradles and sluice-boxes
stops as if by magic, and the excited
crowd starts at run for the claim.
On their arrival Dog Kellarey saws
nothing, but for the second time he
carefully points out his boundary He
places his revolver on the cradle, ready
to his hand, and, bless you! the crowd
understands what he means by that.
The Luck-penny sucks her thumb
and crows contentedly; womanlile,
she knows she is the center of attrac-
tion.
When the last visitor has departed
the Dog picks her up, and says, en-
phatically:
"Kinchin! It's you as brought the
luck to the old man. Now, look here,
three parts of that claim belongs to
you, it doest"
And he meant it.
1892
A bright, fresh morning, with few
white clouds scattered about the heav-
ems, the better to enhance the blueness
of the sky beyond. A happy spring
breeze dashing round corners, and
playing the very mischief with silk
hats and dainty skirts, whistling
through telegraph wires, and covering
the harbor with coating of continu-
Gus white foam. A morning on which
to feel thankful for existence.
1t is easily seen that something un-
usual is affecting the inhabitants of
Potts Point, that fashionable suburb
of luxurious Sydney.
At st. Mary's church door | find
large crowd assembled. representing
all ranks of society, and, for the first
time, obtained some dim idea of the
event am about to witness. In order
to make doubly sure l question an
ancient lady, whose dress suggests
connection with some charitable insti-
tuition.
At first she seems inclined to treat
my thirst for information with con-
tempt, but finally desire for gossip
overcomes her reticence. and she con-
descends to tell me all in one breath
that This ere is to be the weddin O
Miss Athelwood; not but that 'er name
amt Athelwood, but Kellarey. 'Er"
'dow'd the aims 'ouses down the stree
which times bein' bad an a lone wild
der as 'ad no 'usband an whose son is
as babe unborn. An rheumatic
bein' that bad, she would curse, only
she wouldn't. And Miss O'Sullivan, as
lives in No. 9, said as 'ow Miss Athel-
wood was worth well-nigh 'alf million
of money if she was worth penny
not but that she shouldn't be, seem as
'ow she had been born on the gold dig
gins, and every one knowed them was
good times. And prettier and better
lady never stepped, begin 'er pardon
for sayin' So"
The old woman, once started, was
hard to stop. But / was interested in
Miss Athelwood, SO ventured an in
quiry as to her parentage.
"Ah! we'll may yer say that; not but
what yer mightn't understand, seein'
as 'ow ye're stranger in these parts
The poor young dear never 'ad no fa-
ther to know but Mr.. Athelwood, the
lawyer / card tell she were just
fetched up from them gold fields by
feller called Kellarey-a miner chap,
who give her to Mr.. Athelwood along
of fortune which e said was 'ers.
That's twenty year or more now-the
same year as my good man was took
by the perlice fer the Orange bush
rangin case, an i'm not never SO much
as 'avin' a 'alfpenny of the money,
but"
l stopped the dear old lady's family
history by asking whom Miss Athel-
wood was about to marry. As put
the question an old and villainously
dirty swagman placed his roll of
blankets down at the church door and
pushed his way toward US.
I'm beggin' yer pardon" my lady
went on, Miss Athelwood's a-goin' to
marry, as it's not in my mind to re-
member-a dook or hearl, but | can't
say which on 'em. Haide-de-camp to
the governor, they do say e is. But
look! look, ere they comes!'
Carriage after carriage rolled up to
the church door and set down its load
of fashionables. Then, amidst contin-
uous cheering, Mr.. and Miss Athel-
wood arrived She looked surprising