The Newark journal. (Newark, Ark.) 1901-1959, 1904-12-16
THE BLIND
GODS SPORT.
"a Tale from Australia
BY ETHEL MILLS.

now Indl the hdHSdIoO ltAoe 10 u r.
Miss Durie," said the Irishman.
"One goes much more quickly
by the river paddock road, and it
is II by the clock now, Miss
Grace" said the Scotehman.
Its easier to get about
amongst the grass tussoeks with
out a heavy habit on" said the
Irishman.
"Macaroni is spelling for a can
ter, and the bluebell plain was like
garden when | came across 1t the
forenoon" said the Scotchman.
Grace Durie puekered her pref
~ brows over the Two tempting OF.
fers. She was standing on the
low, level bridge-a narrow plank
affair almost flush with the water
and her slim, Whitehead figure
was reflected in the stream as III d
looking glass, so that Con Sylyes-
ter, resting on his oars in the skitf,
had no need to look upwards to
see her.
Straight in front of her
stretched the willow shaded. lily
fecked reach, further down ii mar.
rowed, and the willows met in a
green arch. and the boat would
glide through carpet of golden
dust, shaken by every passing
breeze from the willow flowers.
And all the time the dark-faced,
blue-eyed Irishman would enter
tain her with the brightest of
stories, more or less true, gath
cred in the highways and byways
of the world through which he had
Travelled.
On the other hand. it was one of
the most sunny spring days, when
one feels pleasure in active
movements, and here was Maca-
roni ready saddled on the bank,
with scantily-elad black boy rid
ing "sidesaddle" on his back to
keep him exercised. Just beyond
the belt of myall trees the blue.
bell plain began; Donald Rennie,
in all probability, would scarcely
talk to her at all but she was not
at all sure that silence would not
suit her mood best.
Il think she began, reflective.
~, and then it was that Rennie
made a great mistake.
You have a right to come with
me. Miss Grace he said, eagerly,
"because you told me to get the
horse, otherwise | should have
gone long ago in the wagonet."
Really, Mr.. Rennie-surely
can change my mind if | wish TO.
Bring the boat little nearer, Mr..
Sylvester, if you please"
With sweep of the right oar
Con was alongside the bridge. He
VAS not the sort of man to lose an
opportunity, and he caught Miss
Durie's white hand in his own
brown ones and swung her into
the boat before she had time to
change her faeile mind again.
Donald raised his hat and turned
on his heel abruptly. His honest
face was crimson with anger. Miss
Durie had promised to ride with
him, and now he would have to
countermand the order for the
horses, and also stand a good deal
of chaff from his fellow-jackaroos
at the bachelors quarters that
evening, to say nothing of the i'm
pudent remarks of the black boy,
Bundi.
Take the horses back to the
yard, Bundi,o he said, quickly, as
he passed by; but Bundi, the son
of King Jackey, was not TO be put
off so easily. "Waf for you lei that
fellow run off with missile? No fell
low game to run off with my
iubra," he said, genially, trotting
his horse in the young fellows
wake.
DO as | tell YOU at once, unless
you want TO be kicked" said Don
aid.
! "Got your hair off all right this
time" said Bundle, with innocent
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