Excerpt: "’What letter are you holding in your hand all this time, my dear?’ said Captain Howard Effingham to his wife during a certain family council. ‘Really, I had almost forgotten it. A foreign postmark-I suppose it is from your friend Mr. Sternworth, in Australia or New Zealand.’ ‘Sternworth lives in New South Wales, not New Zealand, ‘ returned he rather testily. ‘I have told you more than once that the two places are a thousand miles apart by sea. Yes! it is from old Harley. When he was chaplain to our regiment he was always hankering after a change from routine duty. Now he has got it with a vengeance. He was slightly eccentric, but a better fellow, a stauncher friend, never stepped.’ ‘Don’t people go to Australia to make money?’ asked Rosamond Effingham, a girl of twenty, with ‘eldest daughter’ plainly inscribed upon her thoughtful features. ‘I saw in a newspaper that some one had come home after making a fortune, or it may have been that he died there and left it to his relatives.’ ‘Sternworth has not made a fortune. He is not the man to want one. Still, he seems wonderfully contented and raves about the beauty of the climate and the progress of his colony.’ ‘Let me read his letter out, ‘ pleaded the anxious wife softly, and, with a gesture of assent, the father and daughter sat expectant."
المزيد من الكتب الإلكترونية من نفس المؤلف (المؤلفين) / محرر
252٬254 كتب إلكترونية في هذه الفئة
