Ladysmith news-budget. [volume] (Ladysmith, Rusk County, Wis.) 1907-1927, 1912-11-01


Was shaken to It's depths by the simple
pathos Of when Sparrows Build"
Mrs. Garrison could afford to encour-
age such tyros with marked applause.
The only danger was that Sir Julian
might think she really admired their
untutored attempts.
"One must do it, she therefore took
occasion to explain as she clapped.
They are go nervous. The hard thing
is to put oneself in their place. It's
nothing to me to sing a song. Sir Jul
liam
$50 can see nadnn,' said he.
At the extreme end Of the same row
Miss Bouverie passed her unemployed
moments between Mr.. Radford and the
wall ard was not easy until she had
sienaled to little Mr.. Hack TO occupy
the seat behind her. With the two to-
getlier she felt comparatively comfort
able. Mr.. Radford's running criticism
Oh the performers, always pungent.
was often amusing
It was the interval between parts one
and two. The platform was unoccu-
pied A coo, draft blew through
the iron building from open door to
open door. There was no occasion to
so outside They had done so, how
ever, ut the lower end. There was
sudden 1talupedlng OF returning feet.
4 something III the scutlling steps,
certain cutlery that accompanied them,
caused Miss Bouverie and her COM
paniols to turn their heads. They
turned agai,. at as sudden q Jingle on
the platform, and tie girl caught her
breath There stood her missing hero,
smiling ON the people. dapper, swar-
thy, booted. spurred and for one mo-
ment the man she had reason to re-
member, exsctly as she remembered
him. The next bis folded arms sprang
out from the shoulders and brace of
long barreled ravolyers covered the as
selnbly.
Up with your hands, every man Of
yoan' he cried. NO, not the ladies,
but every man and boy who doesn
want q bullet in his BRAIN
The colnfnand was echoed in uHcOuth
accerts 1T the lower door, where, Ill
fact, a bearded savage had driven III
all and sundry at his pistols point
And In a few seconds. the meeting was
rs one which had carried by ever
whelmirg show Of hands a proposition
from which the ladies alone saw oc-
casion to dissent.
You may have heard of me before
said the man on the platform, sweep
ing the forest of hands with his eye
glass My names Stingaree.
II was the word which Hilda Bou-
verie had heard on the veranda and
taken for some strange cxpletiye.
'ANho is he:" she asked, in whis-
per that bespoke excitement, agitation,
but not alarm.
The fancy bushrangcr-the dandy
outlaw" drawled Radford, i'll cool re-
ply. I've been expecting him. he
was seen on our run the day Mrs
Clarkson went down to Melbourne.'
That memorable day for Hilda Bou-
yerie, And it was this manner of man
who had been her hero ever since; a
bushrangcr, an outlaw, a common rob-
Der under arms,
land you never told me- she cried,
In an indignant whisper
I'VE never told Mrs. Garrison either.
You must blame the boss
"Silence over there"' cried Stingaree
sternly. I'm here OH a perfectly
harmless errand. II you know any
thiny about me at all, you know that
| have a weakness for music Of any
kind, SO long as it's good Of its kind
The eyeglass dropped for moment
upon Mrs. Clarkson in the front row
ana the irrepressible Radford was en-
abled to continue his say
He has, too, from a mouth organ to
a full orchestra, from all accounts,
Miss Bouverie. Ny revolver's in the
coat pocket next you"
1T is the music" continued Stinga-
rec, looking harder than before in their
direction, which has brought me here
tonight. I've come to listen and for no
other reason in the world. Unfortu-
nately when one has price upon ones
head one has to take certain precau-
tons before venturing among ones
fellow men. And, though I'm not here
for gain or bloodshed. if any man of
YOU gives me trouble l shall shoot him
like Il dog
That's one for me-" whispered the
| intrepid overseer in lower key.
| Never mind. He's not looking at us
now. believe Mrs. Clarksons going
| to faint You take what / told you
| and slip it under your shawl, and you'll
save second By passing 1t up to Inc
| the instant you see her sway
| Hilda hesitatel. A dead silence had
| fallen on the crowded and heated store,
! and in the silence Stingaree was al
ready taking an unguarded interest IN
! Mrs. Clarkson's appearance, which rs
| certainly betokcned imminent collapse
"Now!" whispered Radford, and Hild;l
llesitated no more. She was wearing
q black lace shawl between her APP
| pearances at the piano. She had the
royo,yar under II in q tWinkiiDC aNO