St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1895-09-06
A PLACE CALLED RANG0RAH
Romance of Australian Life.

[continued from last week
Mr.. Crayleigh sat at one end Of
his bountiful table and his handsome
wife at the other. Between ranged
company of shipping folk. Our
friend Captain Wayne. of the bark
Eleanor, as big-hearted a sailor as
ever left Cape Cod, who had just ar
rived from Manila; a Norseman and
his young wife, who had been a her
oine in some mutiny on their honey
moon voyage: and the three from
our ship. From ashore pretty Miss
Brandon, Teddy Farrell and "Babs."
Children peeped in the doorway to
be good-naturedly cuffed away by
their father, and struggled sweets
by their aunt, Miss Branton.
The supper The captains sto-
ries. Mr.. Crayleighs stories. Bab's
fun and reckless Teddy Farrell
PTS pity we've not Mr.. Stowe
with us tonight" said Mrs. Cray
leigh, in pause between laughter.
"The boy is where l should be my
self" returned her husband, trying
to look grave.
ut is bad at the mines" admitted
"Babs."
Although in shipping business. Mr..
Crayleigh was interested in mines,
Paul Stoves among them. The
idea of mine behind him to afford
that wardrobe, comprehensive as
pleasure itself, seemed appropriate
enough for Paul Stowe; but some
how mine requiring that lisping
chirping individual in anything so
serious as these miners riots was
homogeneous. And has it been al
ways?" he asked, when we showed
to him the Southern Cross. And he
thought that both were acquaint-
ances Of ours, in that far country
whence his sheet music came, when
we Familiarity spoke on one Shake
speare's relation to the Sylvia" of
of a ballad that Paul himself voiced
beautifully. But he kindly enter
tanned us, and knew enough more
about mines, and his knowledge OF
earth beneath had proved fully as
profitable as ours of heaven above.
Poor Paul! he would have been
quite happy tittering among his
friends.
1t is bad to think of their starry
ing families" observed Teddy Far
rell anent the strikers.
One would think Mr.. Crayleigh
might be serious moment"-Mrs.
Crayleigh improving the opportu-
nity-"When tit that we and the
children are coming to if this con-
tinues."
The more reason we should lay
in now, darling" replied the head OF
the family, with a merry blink of his
little eyes as he uncorked another
bottle.
Knowing where guests were found
the morning after the Paul Rooney
ball, was relieved when Mrs. Cray
leigh rose, Mr.. Crayleigh-for his
part thinking that life would be lit
tie worth living were it not for the
ladies,-promlsing soon to follow.
In the drawing room we admired
the children and talked feminine Aus
tralia, America and ship life. The
seasons gossip from up in the
mountains" (social Sydney-side' S
paradise); "The Chicago fair
how the prince was behaving at
home" and George and Mays decli'
nation of the invitation to visit the
colonies-we talked these until the
gentlemen came in.
Rose and Babs became engrossed
behind the big palm by the piano
Rose was a sweet girl and Babbs
had eyes that saved him much talk
Ing. Pretty Miss Branton and the
captains wife commended on death
taps, warnings. and such topics un-
canny, impartially aided by Mr.
Farrell, while the captain formed a
roaring group about Mr.. Crayleigh'
who was describing the first and
last time he ever was asked to sing
Tara's halls" with frequent stops
to wink fondly toward the dining
room and ask the captain ifthey had
anything to suggest.
And later Paul Stowe and his NIT
sic roll entered.