Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1894-08-16


white clouds scattered about the heavens,
tho better to enhance the blueness OF the
sky beyond. A happy spring breeze dash
ing round corners and playing the very
mischief with silk hats and dainty skirts,
whistling through telegraph wire, and
covering the harbor with coating of con-
tinuous white foam. A morning on which
to feel thankful for existence
1t is easily seen that something unusual
is affecting the inhabitants of Potts Point,
that fashionable suburb of luxurious Sgd
ney.
At st. Mary's church door / find large
crowd assembled, representing all ranks
of society, and for tho first time obtain
some dim idea Of the evont am about to
witness In order to make doubly sure I
question an ancient lady, whose dress sug-
gests connection with some charitable in
stitution.
At first she seems inclined to treat my
thirst for information with contempt, but
finally desire for gossip overcomes her
reticence, and she condescends 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 Kel-
larey 'Er as dow the amls' ouses down
the street-which times bein bad an a lone
widder as 'ad no husband an whose son Is
doin lis last stretch, bein as innocent as q
babe unborn An rheumatic bein that
bad, she could curse, only she wouldn't.
An Miss O'Sullivan, as lives in No. 9,
said as low Miss Athelwood was worth
we'll nigh 'alf million Of money If she
was worth penny-not but that she
shouldn't be, seein as 'ow she had been
born on the gold diggin's an every one
knowed them was good times. An a
prettier an better lady never stepped, beg
gin 'er pardon for sayin so.''
The old woman, once started, was hard
to stop. But l was interested in Miss
Athclwood, SO ventured an inquiry as to
her parentage.
"Ah, we'll may yer say that; not but
what yer mightn't understand seein as
low ye're stranger in these parts. The
poor, young dear never 'ad no father to
know but Mr.. Athelwood, the lawyer. I
card tell she were just fetched up from
them goldflelds by Teller called Kellarey
"a miner chap, who give 'er to Mr.. Athel-
wood along Of fortune which % said was
'ers. That's 20 year or more now-the
same year as my good man was took by
the pcrlice for the Orange bushrangin case,
an i'm not never SO much a. 'avin 'alf-
penny of the money, butt
l stopped the dear old lady's family his
tory by asking whom Miss Athelwood 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.
IT ,1nr, oil In6
went on, Miss Athelwood's agoin to
marry, as it's not in my mind to remember
"a dock or hearl, but can't say which ON
'em. Haid 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 fash
ionables. Then amid continuous cheer
ing Mr.. and Miss Athelwood arrived. She
looked surprisingly beautiful, and no
ticed that the old swagman was SO over
come with establishment that he kept his
eyes staring at the door long after she hac
passed through 1t and all had rushed into
the church to see the ceremony.
My whole attention was devoted tt
watching the bride. l could not drive hel
romance out of my head. She went up thu
aisle nameless girl, the product of a gold
field, and returned to the music of Men
dclssohn's wedding March," countess
and q member of one of the Oldest familie:
in Europe.
After all the carriages had rolled ava!
and was turning to go the old swagma1
touched my arm, saying:
mister, I'm agoin to get yer to do mi
favor"
Asking him what it was, he replied:
"Let's go somewhere out of this, whert
we're alone, an I'll tell YER
When we had adjourned to more fit
ting place, my companion spoke
II guess you'd call me liar If TOLD
you that was the man as brought VI
that girl as we've just sec married. Blu
1 amin Dog Kellarey, sure enough
i'm as give er into Lawyer Athelwood
'ands 20 years ago, with er share of tn
mine tibet panned out SO rich"
"Why don't you 60 to her thena 1 hea;
she's been hunting high and low for your
''Thats just it. know she has. Blu
dyer think I'm agoin into the company o
the likes O. er friends2 Not me! I'd b.
maxim q fool O. the girl, an she'd b
ashamed O. 'crsclf. No! I've trampet
close on 400 miles to see her married, al
now I'm agoin back into the bush to
night for good. want you to write THU
ERE in letter for met amt much
Say, From Dog Kellarey to lis luck penn.
on 'er weddin day, an put in the corner
4 amt forgot yer, mindP'
wrote as he directed and inclosed-
what do you Think A baby's little wool
| on shoei The old man had kent this reli