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THE SORANTON TBIBUNE-WEDNESDAY MORSTINGr, JUNE 2. 189T.
Cbc Rome Reading Circle
THE SHEARERS' WAGES.
AUTHOR OF "THE TRACK OF A STORM."
Copyright, 1800. by thcUatchellcr Byndlcnte.
"Hallo, Ja,cU. Look live there. The
manager wants ye."
"Bother the mantiEr," was tho
prompt reply, Riven In no very amiable
tone. I was Jack. Tom, our new store
keeper, owned the stentorian volco
which had Just summoned me; and the
fact that I waa at the moment seated
In our hut, trying to drink a pannikin
of rntlwr hot tea for breakfast, ex
plains the tone of my reply.
Station managers, however, nrc nec
essary evils It) Australia, and as long
as you arc on a station It Is quite as
well to keep In with them as not, so I
finished my ten. and walked across to
tho store, some fifty yards away.
"That you, Jack?" The voice came
from the end of the satloni storehouse
that was divided off for an ofllce, and It
was that of Macalllster, the manager.
"Yes, sir; did you want me?"
"Yes. Come here, youngster." I
opened the door and found the manager
standing1 beside the open safe with a
small leather bag In his hand.
"Look here, Jack," he said, "this has
got to go to Maroona to-day, and since
Bob has gone and twisted his blasted
ankle, you're the only hand I've got
that I can trust to take It, so you'll
have to go. You've been to Maroona,
"Yes, sir. I know the road all right
enough, but I don't think I could get
there In one day."
"No. But you can get to 'Hulchen's
to-night, and you'll be there before two
o'clock to-morrow. I daresay the hands
will have done shearing by that time,
and they'll be wanting to move on."
' It's money, is It" I said, looking a
little doubtfully at the bag.
"Money? I should rather say It was
twelve hundred and fifty pounds In
notes and gold, and twenty In silver,
that's all, so you'll have to look out you
don't lose If."
I looked at It doubtfully. "Hadn't
T better take a revolver?" I asketd.
The manager laughed. "A revolver,"
he repeated, "bless your heart, young
ster, that sort of thing's played out
years ago. Do you fancy you're back
In the old bushranglng times? No.
Take a good horse hitch this on to
your belt underneath your coat, and
I'll warrant you safe enough from all
the bushrangers you'll meet between
here and Maroona."
"All right, sir," I said, unfastening
my belt and slipping It through the
loop' on the bag, which was sealed up.
, "Let me see," he said, "what horse
"Firefly, this rast fortnight,' but his
off foot's a bit tender."
"All right, then, take Cossack: he's
doing nothing, and If he's a bit lively,
all the better nlnety-nve mlles'll take
that out of him. Now, youngster," h
added, "you be off, and mind yourself.
I'll look for you back on Saturday."
As I stepped out of the ofllce I felt
Just a little proud. Only eight months
on the station, and trusted with a Job
like this. There was nothing, of course,
In riding to Maroona: anybody but a
veiv new hand could do that; but there
was a g6od deal In being trusted with
nearly thirteen hundred pounds for the
shearers' wages. Cossack was in the
stable, and in five minutes I had sad
dled him and started across country at
a smart canter. It was early spring
the only season when Australia Is to
be seen at her best. The rains had beerr
plentiful, and now the weather had set
In warm. The country, as far as the
eye could reach, was green the strange
metallic bronze green of the native
grass and it stretched before me to
the far horizon line in long, softly-tinted
billows, sleeping under the haze of
tho golden sunshine. I kept the track,
for on both sides tho grass rose tall
and rank, as high as my horse's girth,
its heavy drooping masses lighted here
and there at the edges by bright
splashes of color where gorgeous wild
flowers peeped through the tangle and
swayed gently in the morning breeze.
The air was full of the life of the
spring. Myriads of Insects filled the
atmosphere with their musical hum or
whirred past me In their headlong
flight. Even the dim receses of tho
forost, through a patch of which I had
to pass, were cheerful for once with the
chatter of parrots and the loud, ex
ultant screams of golden-crested cock
atoos. Cossack had been lively enough
at first, as the manager had expected,
but when he saw that real business
was meant he settled down to the long,
stretching canter with which the Aus
tralian horse will cover seven miles an
hour through the broiling heat of a
long summer's day.
Hour after hour he kept It up with'
th steady endurance df his race. The
rldo was a lonely one, but eight months
of station life had made solitude seem
to me like a second nature. I couldn't
miss my way, for I was steering for an
outlying spur of the Australian Alp3
which now rose rugged and gray before
me. I knew I had to round the end of
the spur Just where the Clnna-gulla
creek comes" out Into the- open, and I
hould be within about twenty miles of
Hutch'ons' accommodation house on tho
dividing range, where-1 was to put up
for the night. On, and on over the
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and point to a speedy cure of torturing, dU
flEurlnE.numlliatlnB.ltchlnjcuurntng.bleed. ing, crusted, scaly skin and .scalp humors,
with lo4S of hair, when all else falls.
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mr Mow to Cui Ha-Torturd UUn,"fte
m& iiiir ntuiind it
long, rolling waves of tho plain, with
now and then a. glimpse of a tall gray
kankngroo that Jjounded off to right or
left through tho waving grass, or a
little furry bandicoot that would scud
with a quuck rush, half Jump and half
run, Into the Impenetrable shelter of
the tall herbage.
Twice I had stopped at the streams
we had crossed to give Cossack a drink
nnd onre to give him a feed from tho
nosebag I carried at the pommel of the
saddle, nnd now as the sun was wester
ing and beginning to throw long shad
ows from the range across the plain I
reached at last the end of the spur for
which I had been steering so long. The
sharp tinkling gut.h of the stream made
Cossack prick forward his ears as wo
descended the slope into the broad bot
tom, vthere the Clnna-gulla creek
dashed over Its flashing bed of polished
The long shadow of the range had
fallen dark and silent over the plain
and the light was dying very low in
the western sky before I rode up to
Hutehcn's. The place hadn't much to
recommend It to the fastidious, but a
year In Australia had effectually re
moved me out of that class, and I was
well pleased to let the stableman take
charge of Cossack while I walked Into
the rough and ready common room of
"The Divide." Supper the rough but
plentiful Australian bush supper with
Its invariable mutton and its Inevitable
damper-bread and tea, and after sit
ting sleepily for half an hour In the
place w here I had supped I was glad to
be shown the way to a rough bed In a
still rougher bedroom where I could
rest after my sixty-mile ride.
I nwoke with the blazing morning
sun full In my face, and knew that I
had overslept myself. To spring out of
bed and complete my simple toilet was
tho work of but) a minute or two, and
In a quarter of an hour I had swal
lowed a hasty breakfast and started
again on my Journey. The morning
was beautiful, and Cossack, who
seemed as fresh as when we had start
ed for our ride of yesterday, appeared
to enjoy it as much as I did myself.
The way to Maroona lay for the first
twelve miles or so along the foot of the
range, and here the bush ran out Into
the plain in long tongues through
which a rough road had been cut, broad
enough for two carts to pas3 one an
other. I wanted to get to the station
by twelve o'clock If possible, and It was
now after seven, so that a steady seven
miles an hour would Just about do it In
the time. Thero was no need to push
Cossack. He was going- at his own
favorite pace and stemed to enjoy it.
He evidently liked the cool shade of
the forest, with its long arcades of
shadow, flecked and splashed with gol
den bars and spots of sunshine, and I
fully sympathized with him. The wood
was full of life; parrots chattered and
called in harsh conversational tones
from tree to tree; cockatoos scolded
and swore In the leafy researches where
the flash of their white and golden
plumage combined with their voices to
betray them; bandicoots scuttled
ncioss the track with a shy, quick, mo
tion; an occasional greeen or brown liz
ard darted up a tree, Its bright eye
turned Inquiringly on the intruders;
and now and then a striped or spotted
snake would glide with a swift sinuous
motion that taxed the eye to follow It
into the dimmer shadows of the forest.
Now wo were drawing closer to tho
range, for I could hear the gush and
murmur of the stream that ran along
Its foot on my left hand, and I knew
that I should soon have passed the for
est road and have to strike across tho
open plain in the full blaze of the morn
ing sunshine. At that moment my ear
caught a new sound which belonged
neither to the forest nor, the stream. It
was dull, and sounded dlstnnt at first,
but It v,as the tramp of horses' hoofs,
and it came from behind. There was
nothing much in that, and yet I felt my
hand steal involuntarily to my belt
where the bag of money hung concealed
under my coat. The horse was travel
ing faster than mine, for the sounds
grew louder every minute, and I turned
half round In my saddle to see what my
new companion might be like. He
wasn't following the rr;ad, but riding a
Httlo way within the edge of tho forest
on my right. I could Just make out
that his horse was a tall bay, and that
ht was coming with the long swinging
gallop of the old bush stager through
the trees. I was wondering whether I
had better pull up or take no notice till
he oame alongside, when suddenly ho
niiu'.-u mojn a ueep, strong voice;
"Hallo, young fellow!" ho phouted.
"Hold hard there!" The voice was per
emptory, and there was a hardly con
cealed threat In the tone. What was
the man? Could ho be a bushranger?
Then Macalllster's words came back to
mo: "Bless your heart, youngster, that
sort of thing's played out years ago."
No, It couldn't be a bushranger, Ques
tion and answer passed through my
mind at lightning speed, but I neither
replied to the hall, nor checked tho
speed of Cotsack's canter. In another
second the summons came again, and
this time in louder and if possible a
harsher tone than before: "Hold hard,
I say, youngster!" The tono decided
"And who the mischief are you?" I
shouted, as 1 touched Cossack's flank
with the spur, a hint which ho Instantly
ncknowlsdged by breaking into a gal
lop. Cossack's gallop was well known
In tho district, and I had little fear of
the tnll bay overtaking hlifi. Perhaps
my vurnuer was ot me same, opinion,
for lnanother half minute I heard a
fierce oath that came rolling out of the
wood; then there came a sudden sharp
re-port of a pistol, which reached my
cars Juet as CoFtack made a wild, head
long plunge, throwing mo like a stone
from a. sling. I heard tho report. I
felt myself hurled through the air; I
struck against something and that
"Hallo." It was the first sound that
reached my ear. I opened my eyes and
saw a -man's face bending over me.
"Hallo," I answered, as I struggled to
rlre, "Hold hard, youngster," said the
man. They were the last words I had
heard, and like a flash tho whole thing
came back to me. I tat up and looked
stupidly around; no, It wasn't a dream.
Thero within half a dozen yards of mo
lay Coprack on his side In the very mid
dle of the roiad dead, evidently dead.
A big, powerful man stood at my side
uiirnrowlng the top of a pocket flask
and looking at mo with Inquiring eyes.
A few yards away thero stooJ a shock
headed black holding a big, brown
"Here, young fellow, havo a drop of
this," the man said. I glanced at him
as I obeyed, and noticed that ho was
dressed In th'o quiet uniform of the
"What," I eald, stupidly. "Where's
the man that shot my hors?"
He looked at Cossack as he lay on the
track, and then back at me. 'Sloped,
I Bhould say," he replied dryly. "Whht
did he take of yours with him?"
A he spoko my hand went Instinc
tively to tho place where my belt had
been It was gone. I sprang to my feet
with n cry. "He's got the bag," I shout
ed. "He's robbed mo of the wages
thirteen hundred pounds.
"Oh," he said, "that's it, Is It?" Then
ho turned to tho black.
"Here you, Jncky, take a horse make
a look you. Burra horse gone."
Jacky leaped llko a cat upon the horse
ho was holding, and disappeared down
The constable pulled out his watch.
"You left Hutchen's about seven, didn't
you. lou'd be here about tho halt
hour. It's clofco on eight now. Well,
half an hour Isn't much of a start, after
all. How do you feel yourself, now,
young fellow?" he asked, suddenly;
I felt my arms and legs a little doubt
fully. "Well, there's no bones broken,
I fancy, but I've felt better In my time.
I must hlave come on my head, I think,
for It's precious shaky, but I'm not
much the worse."
He ran his eye quickly over me ns I
spoke. "Right you ait," he said. "You
come along with Jacky and me, and
we'll see If we can't hear something of
this bag of yours. I've a kind of notion
that I've got business with your friend,
anyway. How the devil you could have
been fool enough to let him or anybody
else know about the bag, I can't think."
"I didn't let a soul know," I replied,
Indignantly. "Nobody knew about It
except Macalllster, the manager," I
continued, In answer to his tone.and th'e
look of searching Inquiry In his eyes
that were fixed on me ae I spoke.
"Only the manager?" he said.
"Well," I added, "come to think of It,
It's Just possible Tom might havo
known, If he was listening, for he was
In the store at the time."
"Tom. Who's Tom?" he asked.
"Toms tho accountant and store
keeper at Bundalla. He was in the
storo when tho manager gave me tho
bag In the ofllce, and the office Is a part
of the store."
"Could he have seen, do you think?"
"Not he, but he might have heard
us talking the partition's only thin.
Ho might have heard Macalllster tell
me not to take a revolver," I added, a
sense of Injury making me for the mo
ment Inclined to thiow tho blame of
my disaster on Mucalllster or anybody
The sergeant whistled. "Oh," he said,
"and how long have you known Tom?"
"It's only about three weeks since he
was taken on. He came up with a let
ter from somebody In Sydney."
The sergeant whistled In a meditative
way again. "Ah, I shouldn't wonder."
he paid. "But h'cre's Jacky coming
back. Now we'll see what chance there
Is of tracking1 Tom."
Jncky rode up as 'Tie spoke, and
Jumped from tho horse like a monkey.
"Well, Jacky, you make-a-flnd him?"
"Plnry? You betty, Jacky llndy!
White fellow tupld fellow him."
"All right," exclaimed the sergeant,
turning to me. "Do you think you're
fit for a tramp that may be a longlsh
"What! To catch the scoundrel that
shot Cossack? Rather!"
"Come on the line, then; we've no
time to lose."
The sergeant Insisted on my mount
ing his horse- and wo started. Jnckv
trotting slowly along im front, his great
shaggy head bent forwards and moving
slowly from side to side- as he went.
We proceeded for perhaps a quarter of
a mile along tho bush track till the
treys grew thinner und wo found our
selves in tho open. There was bush
again In front of us, perhaps half a
mile off, and on our left was th'e chan
nel of tho Clnna-gulla creek, winding
round the foot of the range, which
sloped gently upwaids, its billows of
bronze-green forest glittering la tho
morning sun. Tho grass grew thick on
the track and no trace of either horse
or man was visible to civilized eyes
but presently Jacky waved his hand
with a motion of superior knowledge,
nnd without looking behind him turned
oir at an angle towards tho stream.
We followed him without question, and
In a few minutes we litid reached tho
-bank. The channel of the stream was
shallow and the bank low and covered
with a thick carpet of ferns and flow
ers, and still there were no. visible
marks of a horse's hoof to be seen.
Jacky stepped from the bank to the
largo waterworn pebbles over which
the stream rushed and gurgled as It
ran with a- sharp, tinkling music. A
few yards down the creek he crossed
and ascended the bank Into the cool
shawods of the trees beyond. There he
waited till we Joined him.
"Whito follow make a walk here," he
snld, pointing to a faint mark among
th'e .leaves and moss; then without an
other word ho turned, and with his
head bent low started oft nt a long,
swinging trot which it was no easy
matter to keep up with on the rough,
sloping ground amongst the trees.
. In this way wo liad traveled for per
haps an hour, nnd in the meantime I
had almost recovered from the effects
of my fall. The sergeant was not a
talkative companion, and th'e monoton
ous arcades of the gum forest were not
disturbed by conversation. Our guide
had never once lifted his eyes from tho
ground since w e started. At the same
long dog-like trot, his huge head bent
forward at the tame angle and his
slender arms hanging loosely at his
sides, he Journeyed on.
Suddenly Jucky pulled up and Wait
ed till we reached him. He painted to
a faint track like a bridle path that
crossed our line of march and wound
away amonsst. tho trees, to th'e right.
It was quite distinguishable, but evi
dently was but little used. "White
fellow go here?" nbked the sergeant,
pointing to the path; Jacky nodded.
Tho sergeant knit his brows aa If In
thought, while Jacky stood and looked
at him exactly as a dog might at his
master. "Well," ho said, at last, "we'vo
got to chance it. There may be mora
of them, and again there mayn't any
how, we'll se." He looked up at mo
suddenly. "How do you Beeni to feel
now, young fellow?" ho asked. "Fit to
walk for a bit, eh?" I declared that I
wa3 all right, and tho sergeant and I
changed places. "Here," he said, pull
ing a revolver out of hl belt and' hand
ing It to me, "you'd hotter carry this
till we see what's up." He unslung the
short carbine he, carried across his
shoulder as ho spoke. "Now, Jacky,"
he continued, "you make a look white
fellow burrn, burra." Jacky opened
his mouth In a portentous grin, and
appeared to find keen enjoyment. In a
Boundless laugh entirely to himself, nu
ho turned and trotted along tho brldlo
Tor threo or four hundred yards the
track showed no sign of change. Thero
was the same dismal succession of gray
tree trunks, tho same scanty under
growth of flowering heath. and occa
sional crimson wnrutuhs, with no land
mark whatever but the faint brldo path
that wound through It all. At last
Jacky lifted hla head and stopped, and
tho sergeant pulled up his horse nnd
waited. Jacky threw back his great
head and sniffed tho air suspiciously
through his broad nostrils. White
fellow burn smoke," he said: "whto
fellow tupld fellowl"
"Right you are, Jacky," replied the
"ergeant, grimly, as he took a look at
the lock of his carbine. "Now, Jucky,
you make-a-wulk tasy-make-n-look
whlto fellow." Jacky nodded his bg
head, nnd went slowly forward along
the track. Tho sergeant nnd I fol
lowed. It was farther off than I had be
lieved It possible even Jacky's nostrils
could have scented smoke. At last,
however, tho gray shadows of the for
est were suddenly exchanged for a
blaze of sunlight, and wo found our
selves on the edgo of a little natural
cleatlng. It was perhaps a hundred
yards acrss, and at the opposite side
there rose a emit shapeless mas3 of
bluish gray stone, against the side of
which a rough bush hut had been built.
Out of the roof a thin l.aze of blue
smoke stole up the face of tho rock,
and a horse stood tethered to a sapling
that grew at one side.
We stood looking at It in silence for
a minute, and then the sergeant turned
to mo and snld in a low tone: "Is that
tho horse, youngster? Dou you recog
"I couldn't pay I was sure of him," I
I said, looking h'ard at the horse. "Ho
looks about the same color, but I
Hadn't a chance to see him rightly
amongst the tree3 before the shot was
"Well, never mind; I'll soon fetch the
man out." I thought ho was going to
ride forward when the rough bark door
was opened and a woman came out.
She threw back the long black h'alr
that hung round her face and cast a
quick, suspicious glance over the place.
Her eye seemed to rest on our party In
a moment, for she gave a shrill scream
and turned as If to go In again. Before
she had taken a stp, however, the door
was pushed open from within and a
man stepped quickly out. He hiid a
soft felt hat drawn over his fnce, which
came so low that his face was almost
Invisible, yet somehow the figure
seemed not unfamiliar to me. The
voice, at any rate, I recognized at once
as he shouted: "Hello! What the devil
are you after here?"
"That's him," I gasped, In answer to
the quick lcok the sergeant turned on
mo. "That s the beggar that shot Cos
sack!" The sergeant touched the. horse with
the spur, as he exclaimed: "Im after
you, my fine fellow, so you'd better
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pressing on tho rectum 1 Do you know
that theso are signs of displacement, and
that you will never bo well while that
What a woman needs who is thuB af
fected is to strengthen the ligament so
thov will keep her organs in place. There
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have a good, strong back, thanks to
Mita. L. Mahlow, MUford, HI.
213 LACKAWANNA AVENUE.
Has full and complete stock
of all the latest up-to-date
Belts, Waist Sets,
Rogers' Silvar -Plated Ware,
Sterling Silver Loops,
at the very lowest
possible prices at
213 Lackawanna Avenue.
1. 1 mm
Philadelphia Manufacturers of
Tho ecret of saving lies In correct.buy
Ing moro than In anything else. You will
find an opportunity to economise hero
better than any other Btoro In tho city.
A special sale of Ladles' Fine Suits now
BTn.ISH CRASH STJ1T3, fancy
Btrlpes, well hung skirt. Jlegu- M rQ
lar $5 00 fcr ... PZ.yo
FINK ALt, WOOL, COVEnT CLOTH
SUITS fly fronts, blazer and Eton
Jacket, silk lined throughout; new
est shaped skirt. Instead of C QQ
FINE SEnOBSui'ra.'ny'front'jacket, full
tRfteta, silk lined, perfectly CA Oft
hung skirt. Good values at $12 hVSO
SEPAHATE DllDSS HKIHTS-FIno Mo
hair Bktrte, new shnpr , full C 1 nft
width, percnllne lined, 1 ones. . P J'O
ELEGANT BLACK CREPON SKIRTS,
full swcp, fan back cord, ease bind
ing; pcrccllne lined and inter- C3 QD
A NEW LOT of fine Silk WaNts in chins,
surah and India, In plaids, checks,
stripes, floral nnd polka dot designs,
many new Ideas and fashlona- C f net
bio colorings. Your choice at.. P "-
A special lot of fino Silk Capes, Empire
back. Never sold for less than C 1 OR
M.00. to eo nt v,,yu
A little lot of Covert Clath
Capes, Empire back. Salo prlcn
No Charge for Alterations.
aro those by tho handaomo largo steam
ships of tho
sailing every week day from Now
York to OLD POINT COMFORT, VIR
GINIA BEACH AND RICHMOND, VA.
Hound trip tlokets, covering a
health-giving sea voyage of 700 miles,
with meals and stateroom accommo
dations onroute. for $13, $13.50 and
SEND FOR PARTICULARS.
OLD DOMINION STEAMSHIP CO.,
Tier 26, North River, New York.
W.L. auilXAUDEU. Vlce-PreJ. &Tra(llc Mjr
LACKAWANNA LUBRICATING CO,
1212 CAPOUSE AVE,
THE MURRAY HILL
MURRAY HILL PARK,
The best located and best
furnished hotel on the St.
Lawrence river. Accommo
dations for 300 guests.
Opens June 25th, 18o7.
F. R. WHITE, Prop.
Glen Mountain House.
WATKINS, HCHUYLKB COUNTY, N. Y.
On Seueca I.ako. On lino of New York Cen
tral, l'euniylvanla, unci I.euljjh Volloy Hall
roads. 1,400 feet nbove hcu. No malaria.
New water worlto, supplying mountain
spring water. Banltary plumbing. Entirely
new management. Hplendld fishing. 600
acres, Including the famous Watklns Glen,
PnnniirnriM Hnffclal rutew for eTPurslou
nartlos. J. It. KKENAN, formerly Hotel
Address W. K. ROBIN-