I've run away to be a bushranger .-- DICK HADDON.
P.S .-- Pursuit is useless.' The widow sank upon the edge of the bed and mopped her tears with a snow-white apron.
'That means that I sha'n't see him for two days at least,' she said, 'unless I'm either taken very ill or attacked by a burglar.

Why, why can't a poor woman be allowed to bring up her own children in her own way ?' Chris was soothing and Harry reassuring.
'He knows how to take care of himself.

He'll be all right,' cried the young man heartily.
'If you could get some o' the boys to let him know I wasn't safe from a sundowner, or a drunken drover, or someone, I'd be much obliged,' said Mrs.Haddon.
'Very well,' replied Harry, laughing.

'I'll manage that.' Mrs.Haddon smiled through her tears, much comforted, and turned her mind to other things.

Within the space of about two minutes she had satisfied herself that no woman in all the world would make Harry Hardy a better wife than Christina Shine, and, being convinced, it was manifestly her duty to help the good cause.
'Won't you stay awhile an' keep me company, Christina ?' she asked.
'Harry'll see you home.' Miss Chris would stay with pleasure, but she couldn't think of troubling Mr.Hardy, and she said so with a girl's shyness.