The Portland daily press., 1894-07-09

what he means by that.
The luck penny sucks her thumb and
crows contentedly. Womanlike, she knows
she is the center of attraction.
When the last visitor has departed, the
Dog picks her up and says emphatically:
"Kinchin! It's you as brought the luck
to the old man. Now, look here, three
parts of that claim belongs to you, it
doesl''
And he meant it.
1892.
A bright, fresh morning with a few
white clouds scattered about the heavens,
the 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 the first time obtain
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 KEEL
larey. En- as dow d the amls' ouses down
the street-which times bein bad an lone
wilder as 'ad no husband an whose son is
doin is last stretch, bein as innocent as a
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 'ow Miss Athelwood was worth
well nigh a 'alf millionvpf money if she
was worth a 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
A5helwood, SO l ventured an inquiry as to
her paFentage.
Sab, well 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. T
card tell she were just fetched up from
them goldfields by Teller called Kellarey
"a miner chap, who give FER to Mr.. Athel-
wood along of q fortune which e said was
ers. That's 30 year or more now-the
same year as my good man was took by
the perlice for the Orange bushrangin case,
an i'm not never SO much as 'avin alf-
penny of the money, butt
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.
I'm begin yer pardon, my old lady
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
Comesp'
Carriage after carriage rolled up to the
church door and set down it's 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 had
passed through it and all 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 I'D the
aisle nameless girl, the product of a gold
field, and returned to the music of Men
delssohn's Wedding March," countess
and member of one of the Oldest families
in Europe.
After all the carriages had rolled away
and was turning to go the old swagman
touched my arm, saying:
mister, I'm agoin to get yer to do me
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 a more fit
ting place, my companion spoke.
II guess you'd call me liar if I told
you that l was the man as brought up
that girl as we've just see married. But
I am--I'm Dog Kellarey, sure enough,
i'm as give er into Lawyer Athelwood's
lands 30 years ago, with 'er share of the
mine tibet panned out SO rich.''
why don It you go to her then? hear
she's been hunting high and low for youi'
''That's just it. know she has. But
dyer think I'm agoin into the company O.
the likes o. er friends9 Not me! I'd be
maxim fool O. the girl, an she'd be
ashamed O. 'erself. No! I've tramped
close on 400 miles to see her married, an
now I'm agoin back into the bush to-
night for good want you to write this
ERE in letter for met amt much.
Say, From Dog Kellarey to lis luck penny
on 'er weddin day. an put an the corner,
L amt forgot yer mindp'
wrote as he directed, and inclosed-
what do you think? A baby's little wool
en- shoe! The old man had kept this relic
as his most sacred treasure for nearly 20
years.-Guy Boothby in Pail Mall Maya
zine.
One of Paul Revere's Bells.