AUCKLAND NEWS.

Daily Telegraph (Napier), Issue 4734, 8 October 1886, Page 3

AUCKLAND NEWS.

+ [PEE TRUSS ASSOCIATION.] Auckland, This day. A cable message received here announoea the death of Mr W. J. Hurst, M.H.R. for Waitemata, of heart disease and drojmy, at Folkestone, England. Mr W. F. Buckland, M.H.R. for Franklyn South, addressed his constituents last night. He received a vote of thanks and confidence. The lumpers' strike continues. A meeting of lumpers is now proceeding in the Temperance Hall, discussing a motion to abolish the Union.

mother was my cousin on her father's side. Tom's father is a sailor, as fine a man as one'd meet tip with in a leap-year's travel. Him and mo was sweethearts once. But thnt nint here nor there. Bless yer dear face, hut I am glad to see it. Now tell mo ahout yorsol'," said Becky Slater, kissing her visitor for the hundredth time. Annie Best was not lit all surprised at the warmth of her reception ; it was just what might have expected. But she had heen so long among artificial people —it was so long since she had been the recipient of an act of wholesome, genuine kindness — that Slater's greeting touched her heart; and she did what she had felt like doing for a long time—that is, gave way to tears. Mrs Slater knew, from her own experience, that there is often a healing in tears; so, beyond expressions of love and an occasional kiss as she made the tea, she did not attempt to check the poor girl's flood of emotion. That woman is not all womanly who, in the clouded hours that como to all, cannot find relief in what is very fittingly called " a good cry." It goes without saying that Beclty Slater was a good cook, nnd she showed her genius by the perfection with which she did what a blind world calls, in its ignorance, "little things." The number of people who can make a cup of good ten are much rarer than we imagine, hut Becky was one of them. She had tho combined skill of those master teamakers, the Chinese, Russians, and Japanese ; and though she had no serious objection to a littlo cube of white sugar, she set her face very positively against milk. For somo reason not known to the writer, milk, when used in coffee or tea in the city, is called " cream," but Becky never did so. She placed n little table near Annie when tho tea was ready, and sot a dainty little lunch thereon. Then she pulled up her own chair to the other side, and said, as she sat down : fTo be continued. J