MR.

BLAKE'S RELATIONS.
As soon as Hugh got his team swinging along at a steady ten miles an hour on the mountain road, Mary Grant opened the conversation.
"Mr.Gordon," she said, "who is Mr.Blake ?" "He's the lawyer from Tarrong." "Yes, I know.

Mrs.Connellan called him the 'lier.' But I thought you didn't seem to like him.

Isn't he nice ?" "I suppose so.

His father was a gentleman--the police magistrate up here." "Then, why don't you like him?
Is there anything wrong about him ?" Hugh straightened his leaders and steadied the vehicle over a little gully.
"There's nothing wrong about him," he said, "only--his mother was one of the Donohoes--not a lady, you know--and he always goes with those people; and, of course, that means he doesn't go much with us." "Why not ?" "Well, you see, they're selectors, and they look on the station people as--well, rather against them, you know--sort of enemies--and he has never come to the station.