Troy weekly news. (Troy, Idaho) 1897-1933, 1906-07-06
CHAPTER XVII

society In Hobart Town, in this year
Of grace 1888, is, my dear lord, compos-
ed of very curious elements" SO ran
a passage in the sparkling letter which
the Rev. Mr.. Meekin, newly appointed
chaplain, and seven days resident in
Van Diemen's Land, was carrying to the
postofiice. Clad In glossy black, of the
most fashionable clerical cut with dandy
boots, and gloves of lightest lavender
"a white silk overcoat limiting that it's
wearer was not wholly free from sensi-
tlveness to sun and heat-the Reverend
Meekin tripped daintily to the postotfice,
and deposited his letter. Two ladies met
him as he turned
Mr.. Meekin's elegant hat was raised
from his intellectual brow and lowered
In the air like some courteous blackbird,
for an instant Mrs. Jellicoel Mrs.
Protherickl My dear leddies, this is
an unexpected pleasurel And where,
pray, are you going on this lovely after
noon? To stay in the house is positive
ly sinful. All! what a climate; but the
trail Of the serpent my dear Mrs. Proth-
erick-the trail Of the serpent" And
he sighed.
"Why. you are going our way" said
Mrs. Jellicoe. Eve can walk together"
Delighted l am going to call on
Major Vickers"
sand l live within a stones throw"
returned Mrs. Protherick. what a
charming little creature-his daughter.
A sad thing. Quite a romance If 1t were
not 80 had, you know. His wife, poor
Mrs. Vickersr'
"Tndeedl What of herT' asked Meek
In, bestowing a condescending bow on a
passer-by. as she an invalidT'
"She is dead, poor soul, returned jolly
Mrs. Jellicoe, with a fat sigh. "You
don't mean to say that you haven't
heard the story, Mr.. Meekinf"
my dear leddies, have only been in
Hobart Town a week, and l have not
heard the story"
ITS about the mutiny, you know, the
mutiny at Macquarie Harbor. The pris-
oners took the ship and put Mrs. Wick
ers and Sylvia ashore somewhere. Cap
tain Frere was with them. too. The
poor things had a dreadful time, and
nearly died. Captain Frere made a boat
at last, and they were picked up by
ship. Poor Mrs. Vickers only lived
few hours, and little Sylvia-she was
only twelve years old then-was quite
ughtheaded. They thought she wouldn't
recover She's quite strong now; but her
memory's gone. She doesn't remember
anything about the three or four weeks
they were ashore-at least not distinct
ly."
Its a great mercy" interrupted Mrs.
Protherick, determined to keep the post
of honor. "Who wants her to remem-
Der these horrors? From Captain Frere's
account. 1t was positively awful. A
'bolter'-that's what we call an escaped
prisoner, Mr.. Meekin-happened to be
left behind, and he found them cut, and
insisted on sharing the provisions-the
wretch Captain Frere was obliged to
watch him constantly for fear he should
murder them. Even In the boat he tried
to run them out to sea and escape. He
was one of the worst men In the Harbor,
they say. But you should hear Captain
Frere tell the story"
"And where Is he now?" asked Mr..
Meeldn, with interest.
Captain FrereT
"No, the prisoner"
"Oh, goodness, l don't know-at Port
Arthur, I think. l know that he was
tried for boiling, and would have been
hanged but fer Captain Frere's exer-
tions."
Dear, dearl a strange story, indeed"
said Mr.. Meekin. "And so the young
lady doesn't know anything about itT'
"Only what she's been told, of course,
poor dear. She's engaged to Captain
Frere."
Really To the man who saved her.
How charming-quite romancel Her
girlish love elings to her heroic protec-
tor. Remarkable and beautiful. Quite
the-heml-the ivy and oak, dear led
dies. All, in our fallen nature, what
sweet spots l think this is the
gate"
A smart convict servant-he had been
pickpocket Of note in days gone by
left the clergyman to repose In a hand
somely furnished drawing room, whose
sun blinds revealed wealth of bright
garden fecked with shadows, while he
went In search of Miss Vickers The
major was out, his duties as superin-
tendent of convicts rendering such alb
sences necessary; but Miss Vickers was
in the garden, and could be called in at
once. The Reverend Meekin, wiping
his heated brow, and pulling down his
spotless wristbands, laid himself back
on the soft sofa, soothed by the elegant
surroundings no less than by the cool
ness Of the atmosphere. He was dis
turbed by the sound Of voices In the gar
den; and going outside saw a young
girl talking to one of the servants. She
turned, and Mr.. Meekin, bowling his
apologies, became conscious that the
young lady was about seventeen years Of
age, that her eyes were large and soft.
her hair plentiful and bright, and that
the hand which held the little book she
had been reading was white and small.
Miss Vickers, l think. My name is
Meekin-the Rev. Arthur Meekin."
How do you do, Mr.. Meekin7' said
Sylvia, putting out one of her small
hands, and looking straight at him.