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A new saddle and bridle, a pouch containing cheque book and revolver, were taken with him, so the robber had a good haul. There were no telegraph stations out back in those days. When passing Apis Creek, near the Mackenzie River, I met a man named Christie, whom I afterwards learnt was Gardiner, the ex-bushranger.
But if her aunt ever thought about this, she never told her thoughts to Christie; and to the child the summer days often passed wearily enough. It is to be doubted whether the elder sisters, after a long harvest-day, went to bed more tired and depressed than did Christie, who, in their opinion, had been having an easy time.
But Christie was far from being what she ought to be in respect to the latter item even then, as her aunt often told her; and she had good cause to be of her aunt's opinion many times before the summer was over. It was, for several reasons, a time of trial to the child.
Mortimer need hardly add, that should Miss Crampton think of taking another situation, he should do himself the pleasure to speak as highly of her qualifications as she could desire." Aunt Christie gone, Miss Crampton gone also! What a happy state of things for the young Mortimers!
The first few days of their intercourse was to each like the reading of a pleasant book; nor did their interest in each other fail as they grew better acquainted. "Christie," said Gertrude, coming into the green room just as the little nurse had arranged the crib for Claude's mid-day nap, "did you ever read `The Lady of the Lake'?"
Stuart, there are not two of Christie; she is the same at home and abroad, and as for Joe, he doesn't mind us a bit; he's no end fond of her." "I'm very glad he is. I always fancied he did not care for her, d'you know." If ever a blunt woman existed it was Mrs. Stuart. She really meant nothing, but her remark bothered Charlie. He was fond of his brother, and jealous for Christie's popularity.
To his employer's evident mortification, Sime shook his head. "Look in the books," suggested Mr. Bernstine with confidence. "Look in the books." "It ain't there," answered Sime. "He said he'd come back, so I didn't put it down." "Was it Christie Place?" Sime pointed at Ashton-Kirk with his pencil. "You've got it," said he. "That was it, sure enough." "And you think the man was an Italian?"
"Shall I ask if I may come again," he said, imitating Mr. Flctcher's graceful bow with an odd smile. "I let him come because he has lost his sister, and is lonely," began Christie, but got no further, for David said, "Good-night!" abruptly, and was gone without a word to Mr. Power. "He's in a hurry to get back to his Kitty," she thought, tormenting herself with feminine skill.
Why, it's almost like seeing Effie herself to see you, John!" she repeated, giving him a tearful smile. She felt sure it was a true friend's hand that pressed hers so warmly as she spoke. "But where are you going, Christie?" asked John. "Oh, I forgot; we are past the place." But her face grew grave in a moment. "When did you come, John? and how long are you going to stay?"
In the meanwhile, Christie had presented his companion to Dame Glendinning as Sir Piercie Shafton, a friend of his and of his master, come to spend three or four days with little din in the tower. The good dame could not conceive how she was entitled to such an honour, and would fain have pleaded her want of every sort of convenience to entertain a guest of that quality.
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