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                                                                                                                                                        The potato patch at the bottom of the garden was sown, and there
                                                                                                                                                        were vegetables coming on in the old beds. Some one had looked
                                                                                                                                                        after the place; of course, I knew who it was.

Knuckle duster hit
                                                                                                                                                        It began to get coldish, and I pulled the latch — it was there just the
                                                                                            Mini Crossword No 61                                        same — and went into the old room. I almost expected to see mother
                                                                                                                                                        in her chair, and father on the stool near the fireplace, where he used
                                                                                                                                                        to sit and smoke his pipe. Aileen’s was a little low chair near mother’s.
                                                                                                                                                        Jim and I used to be mostly in the verandah, unless it was very cold,
                                                                                                                                                        and then we used to lie down in front of the fire — that is, if dad was
                                                                                                                                                        away, as he mostly was.
                                                        ■ Kane Johnson, 33,

                                                                                                                                                        The room felt cold and dark as I looked in. So dreadful lonely, too. I
                                                        has pleaded guilty to                                                                           almost wished I was back in the gaol.
                                                        recklessly causing serious                                                                      When I looked round again I could see things had been left ready for
                                                        injury,after a fight with                                                                       me, so as I wasn’t to find myself bad off the first night. The fire was all

                                                                                                                                                        made up ready to light, and matches on the table ready. The kettle
                                                        Neil Thomas Stwart, of                                                                          was filled, and a basket close handy with a leg of mutton, and bread,
                                                        Bacchus Marsh.                                                                                  butter, eggs, and a lot of things — enough to last me a week. The
                                                           The fight occurred in                                                                        bedroom had been settled up too, and there was a good, comfortable
                                                        the car park of the                                                                             bed ready for any tired man to turn into. Better than all, there was a
                                                                                                                                                        letter, signed ‘Your own Gracey,’ that made me think I might have
                                                        Bacchus Marsh Hospi-
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                                                                                                                                                        some life left worth living yet.
                                                                                                                                                        I lit the fire, and after a bit made shift to boil some tea; and after I’d
■ Southern Highland News, Borwal (NSW), part            of a homicide victim Tony                                                                       finished what little I could eat I felt better, and sat down before the
                                                        Lorenzon, gathered.                                                                             fire to consider over things. It was late enough — midnight — before
of the Rural Press-Fairfax network, is advertising                                                                                                      I turned in. I couldn’t sleep then; but at last I must have dropped off,
                                                           The County Court in                                                                          because the sun was shining into the room, through the old window
for an Editor. It is a tri-weekly newspaper, and also   Ballarat heard that                                                                             with the broken shutter, when I awoke.
incorporates the free weekly Highlands Post.            Stewart produced a                                                                              At first I didn’t think of getting up. Then I knew, all of a sudden, that I                     home-made knucke-                                                                               could open the door and go out. I was in the garden in three seconds,
■ Thomson Legal and Regulatory wants to ap-                                                                                                             listening to the birds and watching the clouds rising over Nulla Moun-
                                                        duster made of black-                                                                           tain.
point a Tax Writer, creating content for Thomson’s      tape and 20-cent coins.           Across: 1. Wept. 3. Not hollow. 6. Egyptian river. 7.         That morning, after breakfast, I saw two people, a man and a woman,
tax publications for the mid-tier professional advis-                                     Violin. 9. Beyond what is usual. 10. All time. 11.
                                                           The Court was told by          Long-tailed rodent. 13. Floating ice. 15. Indian tent.
                                                                                                                                                        come riding up to the garden gate. I knew who it was as far as I could
ing market.                      Crown Prosecutor David            18. Marked with rings. 19. Timber. 20. Eyeglasses.
                                                                                                                                                        see ’em — George Storefield and Gracey. He lifted her down, and
■ Prime Television, Canberra, wants an Accoun-                                                                                                          they walked up through the garden. I went a step or two to meet
                                                        Cordy that Johnson                21. Line of people                                            them. She ran forward and threw herself into my arms. George turned
tant. Covering letter yo Evita Petkovic, Financial      quickly over-powered              Down: 1. Ember. 2. Very small island. 3. Short dag-           away for a bit. Then I put her by, and told her to sit down on the
Controller, PO Box 878, Dickson, ACT 2602. Closes:      Stewart, the Ballarat             ger. 4. Flat shelf. 5. Animal. 8. Heedless. 12. Inter-        verandah while I had a talk with George. He shook hands with me,
Fri., Aug. 24.                                          Courier reported.                 fere. 14. Sudden forward thrust. 16. Examine thor-            and said he was glad to see me a free man again. ‘I’ve worked a bit,
                                                                                          oughly. 17. Weapons                                           and got others to work too,’ says he; ‘mostly for her, and partly for
                                                           “Johnson proceed to                                                                          your own sake, Dick. I can’t forget old times. Now you’re your own
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                                                        him repeatedly to the               Mini Solution No 61                                         man again, and I won’t insult you by saying I hope you’ll keep so; I
                                                                                                                                                        know it, as sure as we stand here.’
■ The Australian Sports Anti-Doping Authority           head and chest area,” he                                                                        ‘Look here, George,’ I said, ‘as there’s a God in heaven, no man shall
                                                                                                                                                        ever be able to say a word against me again. I think more of what
is offering up to $69,039 pro-rata for a Website        said.                                                                                           you’ve done for me almost than of poor Gracey’s holding fast. It came
Officer, for a non-ongoing vacancy for five months.        Stewart was found to                                                                         natural to her. Once a woman takes to a man, it don’t matter to her Closes: Thu., Aug. 23.         have multiple facial frac-                                                                      what he is. But if you’d thrown me off I’d have not blamed you. What’s
                                                        tures, a broken nose and                                                                        left of Dick Marston’s life belongs to her and you.’
■ The Australian National University, Canberra,                                                                                                         That day week Gracey and I were married, very quiet and private. We
seeks a Media Liaison Officer, with the position        bruising to the chest, Mr                                                                       thought we’d have no one at the little church at Bargo but George
paying up to $64,239 plus 17 per cent Superan-          Cordy said.                                                                                     and his wife, the old woman, and the chap as drove me home. Just
nuation. Closes:                Defence lawyer Sam                                                                           as we were going into the church who should come rattling up on
                                                        Norton: “He concedes                                                                            horseback but Maddie Barnes and her husband — Mrs. Moreton, as
Mon., Sept. 3.                                                                                                                                          she was now, with a bright-looking boy of ten or eleven on a pony.
                                                        that he did go over the                                                                         She jumps off and gives the bridle to him. She looked just the same
                                                        top.”                                                                                           as ever, a trifle stouter, but the same saucy look about the eyes.
Local paper slams migrants                                 Johnson is to appear                                                                         ‘Well, Dick Marston,’ says she, ‘how are you? Glad to see you, old
                                                                                                                                                        man. You’ve got him safe at last, Gracey, and I wish you joy. You came
                                                        before the County Court
                                                        in Ballarat tomorrow                                                                            to Bella’s wedding, Dick, and so I thought I’d come to yours, though
                                                                                                                                                        you kept it so awful quiet. How d’ye think the old horse looks?’
                                                        (Thurs.) for sentencing.                                                                        ‘Why, it’s never Rainbow?’ says I. ‘It’s twelve years and over since I
                                                           The Court was told                                                                           saw him last.’
                                                        that Johnson had been                                                                           ‘I didn’t care if it was twenty,’ said she. ‘Here he is, and goes as
                                                        threatened several times                                                                        sound as a bell. His poor old teeth are getting done, but he ain’t the
                                                                                                                                                        only one that way, is he, Joe? He’ll never die if I can keep him alive.
                                                        previously by Stewart.                                                                          I have to give him corn-meal, though, so as he can grind it easy.’
■ The Wimmera Messenger local weekly news-                                                                                                              ‘I believe she thinks more of that old moke than me and the children
paper has been slammed by the Hindmarsh Shire
Council at Nhill. The Council condemned a story           Lovatts Mega Crossword Solution No 37                                                         all put together,’ says Joe Moreton.
                                                                                                                                                        ‘And why shouldn’t I?’ says Maddie, facing round at him just the old
which it said would not help attract skilled migrants                                                                                                   way. ‘Isn’t he the finest horse that ever stood on legs, and didn’t he
                                                        I N N E   R   M O   S T     R   E T I N A     A   L I   L I E   S     R   E C R E   A T   E D   belong to the finest gentleman that you or any one else looked at?
to the rural community. The Shire is also consider-     V   A     I     G     W   H A   M   G   M C   C O Y     U   M   A   U I     A   A     E     E   Don’t say a word against him, for I can’t stand it. I believe if you was
ing a complaint to the Australian Press Council         A   Z     P   O L   I O     F   I A N C E     T   N I   C K E   L     N   O D E S     E     E   to lay a whip across that old horse in anger I’d go away and leave you,
about the article which Cr Joan Bennett described       N A I V   E   T E     S   O F   T   I   N     U   X     I   R   O   O K     G L E   A M   E D   Joe Moreton, just as if you was a regular black stranger. Poor Rain-
as “disgusting”.                                          R   I   R   I S   H     V I   S I T   D R   A K E     L A Y   O   N     M E A L   S     R     bow! Isn’t he a darling?’ Here she stroked the old horse’s neck. He
                                                        M A D E       S     I D   E A     C E A S E   L E S S   L Y     N   A S   A   N     P A   I L   was rolling fat, and had a coat like satin. His legs were just as clean
                                                        A B A S   E         T     R     C O D E   A     T   M   E E T       P     R     R   S P   C A   as ever, and he stood there as if he heard everything, moving his old
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                                                                                                                                                        head up and down the way he always did — never still a moment. It
                                                                                                                                                        brought back old times, and I felt soft enough, I tell you. Maddie’s
■ Jack Marx has been sacked by Fairfax Media            T   E     T   E X   A N     G         T A N   G E N T           S     A   H E A D     I     E   lips were trembling again, too, and her eyes like two coals of fire. As
                                                        R A N C   I   D     C     G Y   R A T E       R     E   A R   T H   Y     O   M I   D A   I R   for Joe, he said nothing more, and the best thing too. The boy led
and his Daily Truth blog has been removed from          O   T     D     O   K A   Y     E   O D O M   E T E R   S     A     E O   N S   L     N     S   Rainbow over to the fence, and old George walked us all into the
the and associated websites.            F R I   E   D       S   M O   G   N   W     A   W     C     M A   N X       L Y   N C   H     church, and that settled things.
His sacing on Monday came after he posted a sa-             Y         E W   E S     N   A M E   N O   T R E     O N   E S     Y   O G I       E         After the words were said we all went back to George’s together, and
                                                                                                                                                        Maddie and her husband drank a glass of wine to our health, and
tirical review about Labor leader Kevin Rudd’s visit      A   M
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                                                                                                                                                  K S   wished us luck. They rode as far as the turn off to Rocky Flat with us,
to a New York strip club,                                 T   L         F     T   H E   R E F O R E     R E T   E N   T I   O N     L       N     I     and then took the Turon road.
                                                        T I D I   N   G S     I     G     R   T   N   E E   R     Y     N     A     S A G   G I   N G   ‘Good-bye, Dick,’ says Maddie, bending down over the old horse’s
                                                                                                                                                        neck. ‘You’ve got a stunning good wife now, if ever any man had in
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                                                                                                                                                        you, and your life won’t be worth having; and I’ve got the best horse
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■ The Seven Network gained an audience of 2.5           T H A I       D     E     M E   D I A   P Y   L O N     D R   U N   K     R   S     M E   N S   in the country, haven’t I? See where the bullet went through his poor
million people for its Sunday night debut of Kath &       U   T       M A   M B   A     R   T I A         I F   S     D     E V   E N S     B     E     neck. There’s no lady in the land got one that’s a patch on him.
Kim.                                                    M E L T       O     E     T B   O N E   R H   I N O     T R   O T   S     S   A     L A   D S   Steady, now, Rainbow, we’ll be off in a minute. You shall see my little
                                                                                                                                                        Jim there take him over a hurdle yard. He can ride a bit, as young as
■ Melbourne’s Media will be at the Moonee Val-          O   L E   T   T E   R     I     B   L O S E     O N T   O     N     M     S U D D   E N     T
                                                                                                                                                        he is. Pity poor old Jim ain’t here today, isn’t it, Dick? Think of him
                                                        P O O R       H     A L   A     E L L A   M   O B   H   O L   Y     E G   O   O     Y O   R E
ley Racing Club at 9am tomorrow (Thurs.) for the        U   Y         E     L A   N E   S   A R U M     B A I   L     M I   N E   R   R       D     W   being cold in his grave now, and we here. Well, it’s no use crying, is
State Police Min ister Bob Cameron’s launch of          P E D L   A   R S     B     X     P   S   I   L L   S     P     N     N     U S U   R E   R S
the 2007 Variety Bash. More than 100 outra-               M   Y         C     R   E P   A I R M A N     E N T   R A   N C   E D     R       A     A
                                                                                                                                                        And off went Maddie at a pace that gave Joe and the boy all they
                                                                                                                                                        knew to catch her.
geously themed cars and crews will look to race         O M A N       M A   M A     I     S   E   G   A S   L     U     E     A   R A N     M U   C H
                                                                                                                                                        We’re to live here for a month or two till I get used to outdoor work
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$1.5 million for the children’s charity.                    E         N E   R O     T   E E N   N O   B L E     H A   M S     M   A S S       O
                                                                                                                                                        and the regular old bush life again. There’s no life like it, to my fancy.
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                                                                                                                                                        Then we start, bag and baggage, for one of George’s Queensland
                                                                                                                                                        stations, right away up on the Barcoo, that I’m to manage and have a
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                                                                                                                                                        It freshens me up to think of making a start in a new country. It’s a
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■ Both News Limited and Fairfax Media are               R O G U   E   S     S     P E   L L E T   U     I   S   C A   L E   D     O   P I   G E   O N
                                                                                                                                                        long way from where we were born and brought up; but all the better
claiming successes in the latest Audit Bureau of                                                                                                        for that. Of course they’ll know about me; but in any part of Australia,
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                                                                                                                                                        once a chap shows that he’s given up cross doings and means to go
Criculation figures. The statistics are now released    O V E R   T         O     B     S P U N   S     B   E   P I   C     M     A     G   E C   K O
                                                                                                                                                        straight for the future, the people of the country will always lend him
quarterly and News Limited’s Joe Talcott says the       S O S O       Y     W E   B S     S P E C I   A L I S   E D     P   I E   R   G     T E   E S
                                                                                                                                                        a helping hand, particularly if he’s married to such a wife as Gracey.
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first real comparisons will only be available in the                                                                                                    I’m not afraid of any of my troubles in the old days being cast up to
next quarter. He says the figures demolish the myth
                                                        R E S P   I   R E     H   E N   S   I   A     C   A     L     H E   I R     M E A   N E   S T   me; and men are so scarce and hard to get west of the Barcoo that
                                                        A   A     N   I P   P Y     D   I F F E R     A   G U   I T   A R     U   N P E G     C     A   no one that once had Dick Marston’s help at a muster is likely to
that newspapers are dying.                              S   R     K     A     D   E A   D   T   M I   D G E     N     S E   R B     L   U     H     P   remind him of such an old story as that of ‘Robbery Under Arms’
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