The Durham recorder. [volume] (Durham, N.C.) 1879-19??, 1907-06-18

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What are you doing Nth those horscsT"
Now. landlord" be continued when
that worthy appeared with a lighted
candle give me change out of that
and don't you force me to give you any
out Of this!" #s
He presented a sovereign in his left
hand. pistol In his right. but it was
the great besotted face at which Tom
stood gazing. Besotted 1t still was. and
brutal and low. but one virtue shone
out sof 1t In the candle light. There
was plenty Of cool courage ia the
bloodshot blue eyes and an indomita.
BILE determination about the pendulous
lower lip.
"Sir." whispered the landlord. falling
back. "there's a constable 10 the house
shall fetch him up. Such an outrage
upon lawahiding citizen
"Lawabiding grandmother cried
Mr. Nat IL know all about you and
your inn. Who doesn't? never would
have set foot inside such a den IL II
hadn't been your internal Sydney sun
that bowled me over You may know
my name I'm Nat Sullivan of Castle
Sullivan. near the Hunter river. and
never was bested by convict yet, no.
nor an emancipist either. my fine fel.
lowi There. keep the rest. hut you
lead me straight downstairs and out to
my horses or You may have something
else TO keep besides"
In another minute they were in their
saddles. and ms they rode away Tom
put skeleton key in bis masters hand.
saying be bad picked 1t up outside the
bedroom door.
"And yon give It to mer' cried Mr.
Nat. you don't keep II to use your
self Well. we'll you've not made a
bad beginning. Erichsen. You looked
after me when I was bowled over. and
You saved my horses when most of
you chaps would have been the first
to take 'em. That landlords an old
lag himself. know how to treat the
breed. never was bested by one Of
you yet. so put that 10 your pipe and
smoke II. But you're q wonder. you
are, Seen the inside OF a Sydney pub
and come out sober Well. there's one
like that to every hundred inhabitants.
TO say nothing OF the sly grogsbops.
lt's a warm place. sydney. I can tell
you. But the Sydney sun. that's hotter
STILL
n was under o brilliant moon, bow.
ever that Ton had his last glimpse OF
the town Tor several months 20 come
Nor did he ever see It's sad sights gain
with the same startled eyes nor hear
its sad sounds With the same thrill Of
horror II was q different nature-It
was another man-that came back TO
Sydney after many weeks
The exodus In the meanwhile proved
a pleasanter experience than had at
first appeared possible. The small ad.
venture at the Bull and Tumbledown
had established some degree OF mu.
tual regard between Mr.. Nat and his
new groom. Their ride up country
spread over the better part OF week.
during which time the master suffered
more than once as be had been suffer.
Ing when the man first met him. But
IN the intervals he treated Tom with a
certain stupid good humor, which,
however. never for moment conceal.
ed the capacity for an equally stupid
cruelty. and the nearest approach TO q
quarrel on the way was occasioned by
the brutal beating Of the pack horse.
In which Tom interfered. They were
good friends. however, on the whole.
and once or twice Mr.. Nat made quite
an interesting guide. In parramatta
be pointed out q large building. like a
poorhouse. and offered TO walt outside
while Tom went 10 to choose a wife.
"a wifep' said Tom, with q shudder.
"what is the placer
"They call Il factory. Il Is foe the
women what Hyde Park barracks are
TO you fellows. They no there Gil
they're assigned and afterward when
they're turned into government. Cut
10 and take your choice. I'm not jok.
Ing. I've chosen 'em for our men be.
fore today. and you're the sort that
deserves one. Get lightweight. and
we'll take her up on the pack horse"
Tom shook his head and thought Of
Claire until they stopped at an inn
where new surprise awaited him.
The respondent landlord stared when
he saw Tom aud tilted a white top hat
over bis eyes. but not before the latter