The Washburn leader. [volume] (Washburn, McLean County, N.D.) 1890-1986, 1894-07-14

/ dashing around corners, and playing
the very mischief with silk hats and
| dainty skirts, whistling through tele-
graph wires, and covering the harbor
with n coating of continuous 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 I find q
large crawds assembled, representing
all ranks of society, and, for the first
| time, obtained some dim idea of the
event l am about to witness. In Or
| der to make doubly sure I question an
ancient lady, whose dress suggests
| connection with some charitable lnsti-
tuition.
At first she seems inclined to treat
nv thirst for information with con-
tempt, but finally a desire for gossip
overcomcs her reticence, and she conde>
| sends to tell me all in one breath that
This ere is to be the weddin'o' Miss
Athelwood; lot but that 'cr name amt
| Athelwood, but Kellarey. 'Er as 'dow'd
the alm'ouses down the street-whtch
times beoin' bad an a lone wilder as
| adj no usband an whose son is dom
Is last stretch, bein' as innocent as q
babe unborn. An rheumatic bein' that
bad, she could curse, only she wouldn't.
And Miss O. Sullivan, as lives in No. 8
said as 'ow Miss Athelwood was worth
well-nigh 'alf million of money If she
was worth a ~penny-not but that she
shouldn't be, SEEM 'ow she had been
born on the gold diggins', and a every
| one knowed them vas good times. And
q prcttier and better lady never step
ped. begin" 'er pardon for sayin' So
The old woman once started, was
hard to stop. But 1 was interested In
Miss Athelwood, so yentured an In
quiry as to her parentage.
"Ah! well may yer say that; not but
what yer mightn't understand, seem
as 'ow we're a stranger in these parts.
The poor. young dear never 'ad no IA
Their to know but Mr.. Athelwood, the
lawyer. 1 'eard tell she were just
fetched up from them gold fields by a
Teller called Kella;ey-a miner chap,
who give 'er to Mr.. Athelwo0d along
of q 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
as 'avin' a 'alfpenny of the money,
but"
I 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 v%illainously
dirty swagsman placed his roll Of blan-
kets down at the church door and
pushed his way toward us.
In 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 dock or a hearl, but I can't
say which on 'em. Haide-de-camp to
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 f%ashionables. Then, amidst contin-
uous cheering, Mr.. and Miss Athelwood
arrived. She looked surprisingly beau
tiful, and i noticed that the old swags-
man was SO overcome with astonish-
ment 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.
My whole attention was devoted to
watching the bride. I could not drive
her romance out of my head: She
went up the aisle a homeless girl, the
product of q gold field, and returned,
to the music Of Mendelssohn's We'd
ding March, a countess and a men,
ber of one of the Oldest families In
Europe.
After all the carriages had rolled
away and / was returning to go, the
old swagsman touched my arm, saying:
mister! I'm a'goin' to get yer to
do me q favor"
Asking him what it was, he replied:
Lets 20 somewhere out of this,
where we're alone, an I'll tell yer!'
When we had adjourned to a more
fitting place my companion spoke.
II guess you'd call me a liar if l told
you that I was the man as brought up
that girl as we've just see married?
But 1 am--1'm Dog Kellarey, sure
enough, i'm as give 'er into Lawyer
Athelwood's 'ands twenty years ago,
with 'er share Of the mine that panned
out so rich"
why don't you go to her, then? I
hear she's been hunting high and low
for you!"
That's just IT.; I 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. No!
I've tranpcd close on 400 miles to see
her married, and now I'm a-goin' back
into the bush tonight for good. I
want you to write this ERE in q letter
for melt amt much. Say, From
DOG" Kellarey to is Luck-penny on 'er
Weddin'-day.' and put in the corner,
4 amt forgot yer. mind!"
I wrote as 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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