Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1899-06-13

"Helto. old chapp' he ercldfmed
might take my time and rest myself go
ing TO the camp without her considera-
ton being apparent Let q woman alone
for managing such things with subtle
delicacy. and let man alone for ac-
cepting them with y sublime complai.
sance-
At length we reached the camp. which
lay in q, ite different direction from
that which | had imagined The faculty
called locality is one Of my strong
points. but suppose it must have some-
what dulled by the fever There we
found Savile. the cook. and Jack. who
was just in the act Of mounting the
gray as il to go ont again
"Hello, old chapl" he exclaimed the
minute he saw me II thought you
were lost; was just going to hunt you
up"
Then he caught sight Of the girl He
took the pipe ont Of his mouth and
could sec his face light up with .
pleased and awakened interest. 1t was
evident had been i'll. and he could
guess the rest there were few sharper
than Jack at interpreting rightly sit
uation. He went toward the squatter' 8
daughter. and. taking the empty water
bag from her hand. said something to
her in a voice 80 low that knew it
was not intended for my ears- What
ever it may have been. she showed by
her manner that she was interested.
And had allowed her to carry rife
and my water bag to the campl / dare
say my face just then must have borne
look Of horror and self reproach. for
the girl L. he'd and said:
"YouL c.n't blame yourself; my rife
only we!ga. few pounds, and you
didn't see il AS for the bag. l emptied
and hid it. 90 after all you re not 80
very much to blame But I must go
back to my own camp I'm SO glad
you re all right again. Goodby in the
meantime" And before could STAN
mer out word of thanks she had hon.
xed Us with one Of her comprehensive
little bows and hurried away.
Jack and sat under the trees. and
the night came quickly down; again we
heard the quaint notes Of the unseen
morpoke in the dim forest glades Mel
ther of Ms spoke, but rs we rested and
felt the peacefulness Of the scene steal
ing over us we suddenly heard some
thing that made NJ hold our breaths and
stare at each other.
II was . sweet burst Of melody: it
held us ~ I could imagine those who
for the first time heard the divine pow
ers Of music were held Some one was
playing on the violin with consummate
skill-only musician could produce
such sounds; it was one Of Mendels-
sohn's songs without words-that glo-
rious .'sprirg Song" ceased to specu-
late - TO the creator Of the music. lost
In the beauty Of the music itself
Its that witch. the squatter's girl.
exclaimed Jack. who had let his pipe %
out listening
Without exchanging further words
We went over to the squatter's camp
's0lad TO go you. " was tie s7ustter's
greeting '.Sit down. Pnsss. Glad
that you've recovered 70 quickly Do
ron ding. Mr. Farquharsoni Tut tut
/ mean Tyndall I've jnst been think
Ing about that poor. unfutunats TEL
lcw.
lack had started % violently snd
turned such . ghastly lace upon ths
squattef when he Wa addressed =
Farquharson that I NV Norsh Mac
ksnsis give him . strange glance with
hW quick. obsssvant syek Jack rscov-
Hsd himsslf IN ano1h9 instant
sOose upon : tims ussd - deA
n1tls dnginG." te:-anoWQs1 'bot