DOCK TRUST.

Evening Star, Issue 8408, 8 January 1891, Page 4

DOCK TRUST.

I’he monthly meeting of the book Trust was held at Fort Chalmers yesterday, and attended by Messrs £). G. Allen (chairman), A. Thomson, and Dr Drysdale.

The Marine Department notified the reappointment of Messrs John M'Kenzle and Hugh Gourley as members of the Trust. Mr R. Hay, engineer, reported that the contract for the foundations of the sheer legs was progressing, but not so fast as he could wish, owing to the non-arrival of the piles for the main portion, but on these coming forward the work would progress rapidly. The Secretary reported that since the last meeting he had called several times on each of the tenants occupying part of the dock reserve, Macandrew read, and asked for the rent due, but without success. —lt was agreed to take legal proceedings against two of the parties. The Financial Committee reported that the bank account showed a debit balance of L 353 8s 9d, and it was recommended that the sum of L 525 on fixed deposit, falling due on the 24th February, be placed, with interest, to current account. The Committee also recommended that the secretary receive an additional remuneration of L2 per week while acting as inspector of works, and that the sum of LlO be voted to him for his extra services in connection with the repairs to the dock gates. The chairman and Dr Drysdale were appointed to arrange with the contractor for the coal supply as to the current account and future supplies.

They were on the Melbourne grand stand on Cup day. He stood just in front of her on the tier below, and both watched with trembling, feverish anxiety the race, which for them meant bliss unspeakable, or the hope deferred that maketh the heart sick. The lady was most excited, and as she watched the black and white jacket draw out of the ruck, go to the front, and race a winner down the straight, she could contain her joy and excitement no longer, but waving her bands wildly, she shouted “ Carbine ! Carbine ! He wins ! He wins ! He wins ! Oh, Jack ! L 1,200, and we can bo married next week ! ” Throwing her arms round Jack’s neck, she impulsively kissed him again and again. There was a considerable titter as the cheering died away, which increased to a roar of laughter as a redfaced, coarse-voiced woman drily remarked “I’ll trouble you, miss, to pass my husband this way when you’ve done with him.” Horror ! Jack had shifted during the race, and his fiande, had been hugging the wrong man.—Melbourne‘Sun.’