DOWN BY THE MILL.
(By Edith Campkin, Duke Street, Te Kulti; ago 14.) She sat by the. old watermill. The moon shone down on her pretty figure in her silky fur coat, and the clear water sparkled and slione with rapture as it danced its way over the stones down to the watermill. Behind her loomed the windmill with its sails spread like arms, and standing silently silhouetted against the bright moon. She moved down and sat on a flat rock watching the reflection of the moon break into a thousand pieces. Her eyes shone brilliantly in the darkness. Suddenly a dark figure joined her,' and together they lifted their voices in chorus. A window was flung open high up. in the wall of the windmill, and a voice said: "Drat them stray cats, I'll .fix 'em." A couple of shoes flew through the air. There was a frightened squawk, then silence. The flat rock by the lake was ycant.
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Auckland Star, Volume LX, Issue 152, 29 June 1929, Page 2 (Supplement)
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DOWN BY THE MILL.
Auckland Star, Volume LX, Issue 152, 29 June 1929, Page 2 (Supplement)
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