The Forrest City times., 1894-06-22

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 He has evidently gone home, for no one answers
 Sunday morning, and Dog Kell- arey's claim is the center of attraction. The little arrival of the previous night plays about his tent door The Dog fearing harm to her from his crowd of visitors, carefully defines his | boundary, and threatens dire penal ties on the head of any man who crosses it.
 News, news. = great and glorious news
 | News which runs like wildfire through the Field. which flies from tent to tent-from the police cell on the hill to Dutch Joe's across the flat, past the Eureka, down to the Day. dawn-never stopping until everyone has heard it.
 Dog Kellarey's proverbial bad luck has turned at last-he has bot toned on the Lead, the new claim has turned up trumps with a vengeance" It is full of gold-specks, specimens and nuggets Not nuggets as small as
 
 and there, but in a 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 chuckles at piece of glittering mica. In his excitement the Dog" sings out:
 Boys! 'tis 'er as done it; there's the lass that brought me luch,'' Three D. m. More excitement!
 nugget weighing fifty pounds. The monster of the Field, wonder of the country. and a fortune to it's 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 says 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; womanlike, she knows she is the center of attrac- tion.
 When the last visitor has departed 1 the Dog picks her up, and says, em- 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 does!'
 And he meant it.
 A h,;,rb+ fraol, xr,,%l n fa,x, white clouds scattered about the heav- ems, the better to enhance the blueness of the sky beyond. A happy spring breeze flashing 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 ous white foam. A morning on which to feel thankful for existence.
 It 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 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 I question an ancient lady, whose dress suggests 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 CT name aint Athelwood, but Kellarey. Er as 'dow'd the alms'ou down the street which times bein' bad an lone wid- der as 'ad no 'usband an whose son is doin' is last stretch, bein as innocent as a babe unborn. An rheumatiz' bein' that bad, she would curse, only she wouldn't. And Miss O'Sullivan, as lives in No 9, said as low Miss Athel- wood was worth well-nigh 'alf million of money if she was worth penny not but that she shouldn't be, seein' as low she had been born on the gold dig gins, and every one knowed them was good times. And a prettier and better lady never stepped, beggin' Ter pardon for sayin' so."
 The old woman, once started. was hard to stop But l 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 we're stranger in these parts. The poor young dear never 'ad no ia ther to know but Mir. Athelwood, the lawyer I card tell she were just fetched mp from them gold fields by feller called Kellarey-a miner chap,