Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1894-07-27

ems, the b,stterto enhance the blueness of
tn sky beyond. A happy spring breeze
dashlng around corners, and playing
the very mischief with silk hats and
dainty skirts, whistling through tele-
graph wires, and covering the harbOr
with a coating of continuous white
foam. A morning on which to feel
thankful for existence.
1t Is easily seen that something IN
usual Is affecting the inhabitants or
Potts Point, that fashionable suburb of
luxurious Sydney.
At st. Mary's Church door / find a
large crawds assembled, representing
all ranks OF society," and, for the first
time, obtained some dim idea Of the
event / am about to witness. In or
der to make doubly sure l question an
ancient lady, whose dress suggests
connection with some charitable lnsti-
tuition.
At first she Saems inclined to treat
my thirst for information with con-
tempt, but finally n desire for gossip
overcOmes her reticence, and she condo
scends to tell me all in one breath that
This ERE is to be the weddin'o' Miss
thelwood; not but that 'er name amt
Athelwood, but Kellarey. 'Er rs 'dow'd
the alm'Ouses down the street-which
times beoin' bad an lone wilder as
adj no usband an whose son is dom
is last stretch, bein' as innocent as :
babe unborn. An rheumatic bein' that
bad. she could curse, only she wouldn't
And Miss O. Sullivan. rs lives in No.
said as 'ow Miss Athelwood was worth
well-nigh 'alf million of money If she
was worth n penny-not but that she
shouldn't be, seem 'ow she had been
q
one knOwed them was good times. And
q prctticr and better lady never step
ped begin" 'er pardon for sayin' So
The old woman once started. was
hard to stop. But l was Interested in
Miss Athelwood, so ventred an III
quiry as to her parentaGe.
"Ah. well may yer say that; not but
what YER mightn't understand, seem
as 'ow ye're a stranger in these parts.
The poor, young dear never 'ad no Ia
{ or to know but Mr.. Athelwccd, the
lawyer. l card tell she we're Just
fetched IN from them gold fields by Il
Teller called Kellltey-a miner chap.
who give 'er TO Mr. Athelwood along
Of a 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 for the Orange bush
rangin' case, an i'm not never so much
rs 'avin' a 'alfpenny Of the money,
but"
1 stopped the dear old lady's family
history by asking whom Miss Athel-
wood was about to marry. AS L put
the question, an old and villainously
dirty Swagsman placed his roll of blan-
kcts down ut the church door and
pushed his way toward us.
apIn
went on, Miss Athelwood's a'goin' TO
marry, as it's not in my mind to re-
mcmber-a dock or hearl, but l can't
say which on 'em. Haide-de-camp 10
the governor they do say he Is But
look! look ere they comes!
Carriage after carriage rolled up to
the church door and set down its load
of fashionablcs. Then, amidst contin-
uous cheering, Mr.. and Miss Athelwood
arrived. She looked surprisingly beau
tiful, and / noticed that the old swags-
man was so overcome with astOniSh-
mcnt that he kept his eyes staring at
the door long after she had passed
through it and we had rushed into the
church to see the ceremony.
Ny whole attention was devoted TO
watching the bride l could not drive
her romance out Of my head. She
went up the aisle n homeless girl, the
product of n gold field, and returned,
TO the music Of Mendelssohn's We'd
ding March," countess and men,
Der of one of the oldest families in
Europe.
After all the carriages had rolled
away and l was returning to go, the
| old swagsman touched my arm, saying:
"Misterl I'm a'goin' to get yer to
! do me n favor"
Asking him what It was, he replied:
Lets go somewhere out OF this,
where we're alone, an I'll tell YER
When we had adjourned to more
! fitting place my companion spoke.
Il guess you'd call me liar If l told
YOU that l was the man as brought up
that girl as we've just see married:
But l am--I'm Dog Kellarey, sure
enough, i'm as give 'er into Lawyer
! Athelwood's lands twenty years ago,
with 'er share of the mine that panned
! out so rich"
"Why don't you go to her, then? /
hear she's been hunting high and low
for you"
That's Just it; know she has. But
dyer think I'm a'goin' into the COM
pany o. the likes o. 'er friends? Not
me! I'd be maxim a fool o the girl,
and she'd be ashamed o. 'erself. MOI
I've tramped close on 400 miles to see
her married, and now I'm a-goin' back
into the bush tonight for good.
want you to write this ere in letter
for nett amt much. Say, From
Dog" Kellarey to is Luck-penny on 'er
Weddin' day and put in the corner,
L amt forgot yer mind!
/ wrote rs he directed, and inclosed
what do you think? A baby's little
wooden shoe! The old man had kept
this relic as his most sacred treasure
for nearly twenty years.-Guy Boothby
in Pail Mall Magazine.
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