Morris tribune., 1895-10-30

and taking the pail from her hand start
ed in to milk. When he picked himseir
up a few seconds later in a dirty and
dazed condition from the neighborhood
Of the opposite wall and wondered where
his cap and the pail had got to, he wise
" concluded that it was mistake and
beneath the dignity of mounted POI
liceman to associate himself in any
shape or form with such an nngratefnl
and stupid animal as COW.
The sergeant on the afternoon OF the
second day, as if he could endure his
own company no longer, had left his
comrades amusing themselves according
to their several ideas and betook him
self to the next room Marie st. Denis
looked up from the book she was reao-
ling, and there was quick and pleased
recognition on her face as she saw who
the visitor was, so perhaps, after all,
there was no necessity for expressing II
in words. Old Jeanette motioned him
o chair near the stove and told him to
sit down. The thoughtful and helpful
ways of the troopers had commended
themselves to her, and, moreover, when
she considered that they were under the
absolute authority of her pet antipathy.
the inspector, her sympathetic nature
regarded, them with great pity.
81 see you have still got the inspect
ors shaving water on the stove, Jean
nette,'' said the sergeant cheerily.
Sure, sure, = said the old lady, "and
Al. - n
much as his nose inside the door. :,
The girl had laid aside her book and
was looking into the stove. Her two
hands were folded on her lap in front OF
her. Through the mica Stats in the stove
the ruddy freight cleaned and fickered
upon her Enthusiastically beautiful
face aqd figure. She made pretty pic
ture. Then she gazed abstractedly al. the
glimmering of some Of old Jeannette's
FURNISHED culinary appliances, as they
hung against the opposite wall, but she
seemed diffdent in regard to- looking at
her visitor. He again scrutinized her
thoughtfully for few minutes without
speaking. He noted the erect and beau
tiful poise Of her head upon those grace
full shoulders, the smallness and fault
less symmetry of her hands and feet,
her clearly cut and expressive features,
that faint suspicion of the SUMS kiss on
her !.soft cheek, and the simple perfec-
tion Of her plain, dark, close fitting
dress, only relieved by the dainty white
cuffs and collar. Hers was not merely a
physically beautiful face, but it was an
intellectually beautiful one, and not mere
cold intellectuality-for intellect, in it.
self, is cold 'thing-but there was in It
that indefnable something that def s
analysis-that which men try.to express
when they use the word ''soul. =
''What have you been reading?" he
asked her at length.
An Australian story, " she answered;
perhaps hardly awoman's book, but it
is an exciting one, and have been
reading it to Jeanette, who likes it i'm
mensely. There is an awful abyss in it
called Terrible Hollow, where the BUSH
rangers used to hide; it is the sort OF
place to haunt one s imagination. Nov,
you have been in Australia; if / recol-
lect rightly you told us so once Do
you think there ever was such place
as that hollow" And she looked at him
inquiringly ~. .'i -
II think there are many such places,
he said simply, and one in particular
called the Grose valley, in. the Blue
mountains of New South Wales, that
the author took his description from
when he pictured Terrible Hollow. In
deed, spent several days in it myself
in 1885, /" tts
sob, do tell us about it, cried the
girl, her eyes lighting up with expecta-
{tion. .sThis is positively interesting.
Jeanette, didn't I tell you there was
such place and that if any one could
tell us anything about it it was Mr..
Yorke? Now, just imagine that Jear.
nette and I are acouple of big children
and that we are dying to know a.,
about this place. Begin.
Perhaps twas the one thing that
this usually retieent man most loved to-
talk .about-the great works and won
ders Of nature that he had met with in
the course of his nomadic career. And
now he told them, in a., simple, modest
way that had no suspicion Of. pedantry
about it, concerning this wild, almost
subterraneous valley. As he warmed to
his task he lost sight Of his surround 1
ings and described 1T with characters
tic, graphic, touches that held his listen d
ers as if spellbound They could almost.
believe thsy, were in that farof aus s
trail land. He pictured to them that
great jagged rent on the tableland OF
the Blue mountains, that seemed to
pierce into the very bowels Of the earth.
and whose sides went down sheer for
1000 feet at bound how, viewed
from the verge of this yawning, night
marish abyss, the white limbed giant
eucalypti, immense tree ferns and mon
strous fantastic old world fora, lurking
in places where the sun never shone,
were hardly discernible to the naked
eye, and where, indeed, the pitiless.
adamantine walls of rock made twi-
light even in the daytime.
And how that cold and crystal stream
that hurried through it, flung in the
first place from the dizzy heights Of Gov
h