TOM GERRARD.

Otago Witness, Issue 2673, 7 June 1905, Page 62

TOM GERRARD.

By LOUIS BECKS.

{Ali, Rights Reserved.] CHAPTER X. DOIT&I^AS FRASER -was a "widower^ .his wife having 1 died when Kate was only four years of age. She was now 19/ and had been her father's constant ' companion and helpmate ever since the death of her mother. Fraser, who, to all appearance, was only the ordinary type of working miner common to all Australasian goldfields, was in reality 3, highly-educated man, who had been not only a successful barrister, but a judge of the' District Court of New' South. Wales. ■/The, death of "his • wife,, however, to whom | he was. passionately, devoted/ changed the I Tvhblej of -his existe'ncel Resigning his appointment, ie- withdrew himself absolutely from all society/ sold" his house and such .other property as Ihe possessed,' andi.then, :lo • ,the .astonishment of Jus many warm friends,- disappeared with his little daughter from Sydney altogether. A year, or so later on© of these friends came across him riding down the main street of the mining township of Gympie, on the Mary | River, in Queensland. He was in the ordinary digger's costume, and the once clean-shaved, legal face was now covered with a rough, strong beard. "How are you, Favenc?" said his exHonor the Judge, quietly, as he pulled up -his horse and dismounted. "Have you too caught the goldfield fever, that I see you in Gympie?" "No! -I'm here on circuit with Judge Blakeney — Crown-prosecuting. And how are you, Prater?" "Oh, very well! I've gone in for mmming — always had a hankering that way. So far I have had no brilliant success, but hope to get on to something good in the course of time." For some years after this he wandered from one goldfield to another, always getting further northward, and al^ vs accompanied) by his child, to whom • was able to give a good education, though not in a style that would have met with the approbation of the principal of a ladies' school. He had finally settled at Fraser's Gully, where he had discovered a large, but not rich, reef, and fo* the past five years he and some half a dozen miners had worked it ; sometimes doing very well, at others their labour yielding them a poor return. On. the whole, however^ he was making money, and the life suited him. Very often he would urge Tia'te to go to Sydney for- a year or two, and' see something, of the world, under the care of Jier mother's people, but she steadfastly refused to leave him. "It would be simply .horrible for me, father. I could not stand it even for a month. lam very, very happy here with you and cnly wish I had more to do." "You have had quite enough, I think,' little woman — keeping house for me, milking, and dairy work, and making bread for seven hungry men." "I like it. And then I am the only woman about here now that Mrs Tallis has gone, and I feel more important than ever. But I do wish I were a man, and could help you more than I do." Between father and daughter there had ever been the greatest love and confidence, and their existence, though often monotonous, was a ha~py one. To her Mirer's miners "Miss Kate" was a fairy goddess, and) consternation reigned among them when one day a passing Jewish hawker told them it was rumoured that Parson j^orde was "a stickin' up ter Miss Fraser, and the match was as good as made." The men had bought a couple of bottles of whisky from the hawker when this portentous announcement was made, and little "Cockney Smith," the youngest man of the party, who was just about to drink off the first grog he had tasted since his semi-annual spree at Boorala, set it down untouched. "I thought the bloomin' Holy Joe was a com^n' 'ere pretty frequent," he said j "but didn't think he was after Miss Kate. Well, all I can say is" — he raised his glass — "that suthin'll 'appin to 'im. I 'ope "c may be bloomin' well drowned when 'e'jj croshiu' a creek.'*

"Shut up, Cockney," growled! Sam Young, an old, grey-haired 1 miner ; "it's only a Boorala yarn, and Boorala is as full of liars as the bottomless pit is full of wood and coal merchants. And it doesn't become you to call the parson a Holy Joe. Maybe you've forgotten that when you busted your last cheque at Hooley's pub in Boorala, and had the dilly trimmings, it was the parson who brought you back here, you boozy little swine. Didn't he, boys?" "You bet he dud," was the unanimous response.

"And come here and give you four good nips a day outer his own flask until you was rid of the green dogs with red eyes and flamin' fiery tails that you was screechin' about," went on Sam, relentlessly. "If she's going to hit en up with the parson it can't be helped. Anyways he's the right sort of a sky pilot ; a white man all over, and can shoe a horse and do a bit of bullocking [hard manual labour] as well as he can preach." "Wasn't there some talk about her and) the Black Police officer being engaged?" said the hawker, who was a great retailer of bush gossip.

"Wasn't there some talk of you havin' done time for trying to do the fire insurance people?" angrily retorted Young, who was wroth at the hawker's familiar way of speaking of the goddess of Fraser's Gully.

"It vasn't me at all," protested the hawker. "It vas another Isaac Benjamin altogether." "What did he do?" asked Cockney Smith.

"He hadi a store in Brisbane," said Young, "and insured the stock for about two thousand quid, and made an awful fuss about his being so careful of fire. He bought about 50 of them round glass bottles full of a sort of stuff called flre-exstinker — bottles- that you can Bang up on a nail with a bit of string, or put on shelves, or anywhere, and if a place catches on fire they burst, and the exstinker liquid sends out a sort of gas which puts out a fire in no time. One'll do the trick.

"Well, this chap — of course, it isn't your fault, Ikey, that your name is the same as his — was dead set on getting that two thousand quid for his stock, which was only worth about five hundred. But he was such a downy coye — did you ever come acrost him, Ikey?"

never," emphatically replied the hawker ; "and he vasn't no relation of mine, eifher."

"Well, as I was saying, he was always making a fearful' fuss about a fire, and as he was a member of the Fire Brigade Board, he was always bringing forward ressylutions at the committee meetings for a better water supply, and all that sort of thing, and he gave a five-pound note to the driver of the fire engine because he was a temperance man of fifteen years' standing, and set a noble example to the brigade. Did you hear about that, Ikey?" "No, I didn't," answered the hawker, uneasily.

"Well, he diid. He hated liquor in any shape or form, he said, and wouldn't sell any in his store on no account whatever, and wanted all the fire brigade men and other public servants to take the pledge. And the noosepapers said he was a greathearted phillyanthropist.

"He had two boys in the store to help him — was it two, Ikey?" "I don't remember, Mr Young. I vasnever much interested in reading about rogueries of any kind."

"Just so! Well, one Sunday night one of the boys came back to the store for suthin' or other, and he sees you — I mean the feller ac has the same name — emptying out the fire liquid in the exstinkers, and fillin' 'em up with kerosene. So, being a cute young nipper, he slips away to the fire brigade station, and says to the superintendent, ' Give me ten bob an' I'll tell you a secret about Ikey Benjamin and his fire exstinkers.' The superintendent gave him the money, andi the boy tells the yarn, and about 2 o'clock in the morning the fire bells start ringin', and Btey was aroused from a deep sleep with the noos that his stop© was alight in seventeen places, but that the firemen was puttin' it out vigorously. How many years did you — I mean the other coye — get, Bxey?" "I don't know," replied the hawker, "but I do know that I must be getting along to Boorala," and, hurriedly gathering together his effects, he departed in a bad temper.

Young gave his mates a solemn wink, and then laughed.

"He's the chap, boys ; and if he hadn't started gassin' about Miss Kate I wouldn't have started on him. As for what he said about her and Mr Aulain, there's some truth in it. The inspector is dead sweet on her, I know, but whether she cares for him is another matter. Anyway, she hasn't seen him for nigh on two years, So I think it must be off. And you all know what she thinks of the nigger police, don't you?"

The arrival of the Goddess of the Gully with her two companions created quite a little stir at the camp. As soon as Forde and Gerrard had finished their refreshing bathe in the crystal waters of the creek, and returned to the house, they found Kate had' supper ready. She had changed her riding dress for a Avhite skirt and blouse, and looked, as Forde said, "divinely cool and refreshing."

"Father will be here in a few minutes," she said, as, going to a small overmantel, she dieftly recoiled her hair, which had a way of becoming loose. "What a nuisance is a woman's hair, isn't it, Mr G-errard? Now, Mr Forde, why don't you say it is her glory? Don't be shocked at me, Mr Gerrard, but the fact is I am short of hair-pins, and this morning when the filly began bucking I lost nearly all I had. I think I shall do my hair a la Suisse."

"I wouldn't if I were you," said her father, who just then entered after a. hasty^

"wash down" in a tub placed at the back of the house ; "there are a lot of native dogs about, and you might lose it." Both Forde and Gerrard, and Kate as well, laughed loudly, for they all knew that in the winter time, when the dingoes were hungry, they would often bite off the tails of calves not old enough to kick off their assailants.

Kate clenched her little sun-browned hand, and punched her father on his mighty chest ! "You rude man ! You don't deserve any supper." Late in the evening, as Forde and his host were walking to and fro outside thehouse, and Kate was reading Aulain's letter in her room, Gerrard was stretched out upon his bed, smoking his pipe, and talking to himself.

"I wish I had never seen you, Miss Kat© Fraser. And I wish Aulain, my boy, that you were safely married to her. And I wish that there were two more like you, Miss Kate — one for me, and one for th©~ parson. And I wish I was not such an infernal idiot as to wish anything at all."