? THE SORANTON TBIBUNE-WEDNESDAY MORSTINGr, JUNE 2. 189T. 5 Cbc Rome Reading Circle THE SHEARERS' WAGES. BY OWEN AUTHOR OF "THE TRACK OF A STORM." Copyright, 1800. by thcUatchellcr Byndlcnte. PAUT I. "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, haven't you?" "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 And rest for tired mothers lu a warm bath vlth Ccticuiu BoAr, and a single application eXCUTJCUBA (ointment), the great skin cure. Cotiooba Bxmkdies afford Instant relief, 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. Sold ihrooirhonUht world, fonts titta d Cain. Col... 8nl fropi., liMtoo. COB.. HU fropt 110100. ..... -- mr Mow to Cui Ha-Torturd UUn,"fte SKIN 80ALP m& iiiir ntuiind it CUTICUIU 601". SLEEP FOR . SKIN-TORTURED BABIES HALL. 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 white pebbles. 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 me. "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 was all. TAUT II, "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 horse. "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 mounted police. "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 track. 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; "all right?" 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 else. 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 one?" "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 track. 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 nize him?" "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 fired." "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 come along!" TO BE CONTINUED. TIIKY Wnili: ALL THERE. From the Cincinnati Tribune. 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