Harrington sprang from his chair. "Dead, Mrs. Banks!"
"Yes, sir. I was only just in time. She on"y sez, "Tell Mr. Harrington that I am so glad that everythink will be all right now." An" then she smiled, sir, and sez as I was to kiss Master Harry and Miss Mabel for her, as she was agoin". And then she sez, "Isn"t G.o.d good to send the rain, Mrs. Banks? Everything will be all right now for poor Mr.
Harrington--rain and gold." Then she just laid quiet for a minute, an"
when I looked at her face again, I saw she was dead."
A year later, Jack Harrington, again one of the wealthiest cattle men in North Queensland, and the owner of one of the richest gold mines in the colony, was riding home to his station. Behind him he heard the clatter and clash of the twenty-stamper battery that on the "Canton Ridge" was pounding him in so many thousands of pounds a month; before him lay the sweeping gra.s.sy downs and thickly timbered creeks of a now smiling country. His wife and children had long before returned to the cooler South, and in his heart was a great loneliness. Not, perhaps, for them, but because of the memory of the girl whose prayer to the Almighty had been answered, and who was resting on the bank of the Gilbert under the shade of a big Leichhardt tree.