Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1894-08-25

tn sky beyond. A happy spring breeze
dashing 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 10 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 l find a
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 l question an
ancient lady. whose dress suggests
connection with some charitable lnsti-
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 condo,
sends 10 tell me all in one breath that
This ere Is TO be the weddin'O' Miss
Z thelwoods not but that 'er name aln't
AtlIelwOod, but Kellarey. Er as 'dow'd
the alm'Ouses down the street-which
times beOin' bad an a lone wilder as
adj no msband an whose son is dom
is last stretch. bein' us innocent rs u
babe unborn. An rheumatic bein' that
bad. she could curse, only she wouldn't.
And Miss o. Sullivan. as lives In No .
said MS 'ow Miss Athelwood was worth
wen-nigh 'ah million of money II she
was worth u penny-not but that she
shouldn't be, seem 'Ow she had been
born on the gold diggins'. and a every
one knowed them was good times. And
a prettier and better lady never step
ped. begin" 'er pardon for sayin' so.
The old woman once started, was
hard to stop. But i was Interested In
Miss Athelwood. so yentured an in
quiry as TO her parentage.
All! well may yer say that; not hut
what yer mightnt understand, seem
as 'ow ye're n stranger in these parts.
The poor, young dear never 'ad no ia
Their to know but Mr.. AthelwOOd, the
lawyer. / card tell she We're just
fetched uD from them gold fields by a
Teller called KPlla:ey-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
as 'avin' n ,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 | put
the question. an old and viilainously
dirty swagsman placed his roll Of blan-
kets down at tile church door and
pushed his way toward us.
I'm beggin' yer pardon" my lady
went on, Miss Athelwood's a'goln' to
marry, as its not in my mind 10 re-
member-a dock or hedrl. but ! can't
say which on EN- Haidede-camp to
the governor they do say he Is. But
look. look ere they comes!
Carriage after carriage rolled M 20
The church door and set down its lead
Of fashionablcs. Then. amidst cOntin
uous cheering. Mr. ana Miss Athelwood
arrived. She looked surprisingly beau
tiful. and noticed that the old swags-
man was so overcome with astOILsh.
meut that he kept his eyes staring at
tire door long after she had passed
through 1t and we had rushed into the
church 10 see the ceremony.
My whole attention was devoted 20
watching the bride ! could not drive
AltI AyAAAAlAAE OuA vi ALlN lfttl. Cilt
went up the aisle a homeless girl, the
product OF n gold field. and returned.
to the music Of Memberships Wed
ding March, a countess and a mem
ber OF one OF the oldest families In
Europe
After all the carriages had rolled
away and / was returning 10 20, the
old swagspdn touched my arm. saying:
Mister! I'm a'golu' to get yer TO
do me n favor
Asking him whit Il was, he replied
Let's go somewhere out Of this,
where we're alone, an I'll tell ycr,"
When we had adjourned to a more
fitting place my companion spoke
Il guess you'd call Inc a liar II told |
you that | was the man as brought up
that girl as we've just see married? |
But | amin Dog Kellarey. sure
enough, i'm as give 'er into Lawyer |
Athelwood's 'ands twenty years ugo. |
with 'er share Of the mine that panncd /
out so rich"
why don't you 90 to her, then? I |
hear she's been hunting high and low |
for youw
That's just IL; know she has. But
dyer think I'm a'goln' into the com. /
plny o. the likes o. 'er friends? Not |
me! I'd be maxim a fool o. the girl,
and she'd be ashamed o. ersclf. MOI 4
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 a letter
for melt amt much. Say. From
Dog kellarey to is LuCk-pcnny on ar
Weddln'-day,' and put I'm the corner.
i amt forgot yer. mindr"
i wrote as he directed. and lnclospd
what do you think? A baby's little
WOODEN shoe! The old man had kent
this relic as his most sacred treasure
for nearly twenty years.-Guy Boothby
in Pail Mall Magazine.
Dogs and Pictures,