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God then caused the bush to wither and reproved Jonah for his attitude. It was also a lesson on the absolute necessity of loving our enemies if we are to love as God loves. We are all a bit like Jonah, though, I think. We know where God is sending us, but sometimes we want to go the other way. Loving our enemies seems too difficult. On occasion, we would rather see justice than mercy. We are willing to love good people, but to love our enemies appears foolish, stupid even. It takes a lot of faith to believe that loving our enemies does any good.

We have trouble even with people who just annoy us or whose opinions differ from ours. Look at how vitriolic the debates on social media have become.

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The comment box, as Fr. James Martin has noted, is one of the most un-Christian places in our modern world. The anonymity of the internet seems to bring out the worst qualities of many people. This is certainly the case with cyberbullying, as our young people, especially, understand. It is the devil. Because attacking the weak is the work of Satan. Second, are there cases where we prefer justice conceived of as vengeance to mercy? Third, whether in person or online, are we loving our enemies—i. As we examine our consciences, we find our hope in the Gospel, the Good News that God is always seeking our conversion and is ready to forgive, just as God once forgave all of Nineveh.

We are called to live in the Kingdom of God. Your commentary is spot on.

Thankfully God is very patient with us. Thanks for reading, Rick. We have heard this phrase so often the meanings become obscure and the response minimal. We wear the cross of ashes on our forehead with pride in being Christians but how about the next day, week, month? Thanks for the quote you gave us from St. In order to do that we must always be mindful that we accomplish nothing alone and remember to be thankful that Jesus walks with us every step of the way.

God does not want us sulking like Jonah under a bush, He wants us to go out and do something for our brothers and sisters in need! Do help us to find where he is, Mr. That is why we have come here to see you," and then she went on pas- sionately, 'I simply cannot bear this awful suspense any longer. Whether it was conscious reason, or some subtle sixth sense, that had guided Mrs.

Cuthbert and Mary to Jonathan Wylie, they could not possibly have told, but it. Wylie possessed a long list of ac- quaintances among the shady portion of the population of the colony, as well as among the respectable class. He knew every emancipist settler, as well as every free settler, between his own place and Richmond.

He knew most of the casual. Con- sequently, he had extensive sources of in- formation. Wylie, reflectively, "who very likely knows where Tristram Trevithick is to be found. I'll bring him up.

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Presently be returned to the verandah with a tall, shambling, shifty-eyed indivi- dual, who looked furtively and distrustfully at the ladies, and positively refused to open his mouth in their presence. So Jonathan took him round to the side verandah and. Returning to the ladies, Jonathan re- ported the result of his enquiry. Cleverden's overseer got shot in the Fish River country—and Peter Black told him that Captain Jack picked up a young fellow in the Kurrajong forest, and took him along, to join the regi- ment. He didn't know the young. Mary's eyes opened wide in astonish- ment, and Mrs.

Cuthbert put in a quick question. It's to fight to upset the Government, and to set up a republic for the 'ole of New South Wales outside the Blue Moun- tains. Captain Jack is the leader of the Bathurst insurrection. There ain't above twenty left, he told me, but your young man is one of them, miss.

Mary Fitzharding felt something clutch- ing at her throat. Tristram was with some crazy fanatic who dreamed of break- ing the power of Britain and establishing a republic in New South Wales, with him- self at the head of it. She must go to her lover: She must tell him that he was free from the stain of blood that Jim the Sealer was alive and well. I reckon they'd not stop there long, though, after the accident to the overseer.

Seems to me that Captain Jack. Mary instantly determined to go to Bathurst, and as the Governor himself hap- pened to be going there with a strong body-guard to make a personal enquiry into the strange rumors that had reached him of an insurrection, she would experience no great difficulty. Cuthbert decided to accompany her husband, who would be in attendance on Governor Macquarie in his official capacity. Wylie also discovered that he had private business demanding his atten- tion at the remote little central settlement in the plains beyond the Blue Mountains.

And so it was that a few days later Mary and Mrs. Cuthbert entered Bathurst with Governor Macquarie in his great four-horse travelling carriage, and found the little settlement all agog with excite- ment. A meeting had been held that morning at the court-house, and a score of gentlemen had formed themselves into a corps of volunteer cavalry. The whole township was ablaze with indignation at the unprovoked murder of Mr.

Cleverden's overseer, and the volunteers, who were well armed, and had accepted the leader- ship of Mr. Rutter, holder of one of the largest runs in the district, clamored to be led against Captain Jack's band. A desperate idea came into Mary Fitz- harding's brain, and refused to be banished. She felt a wild longing to visit the camp of the insurgents, and tell Tristram that.

And yet, with seething brain and heart on fire, she was compelled to play the woman's part. She had to watch and. Cuthbert sat together in the parlor of the small house that Gover- nor Macquarie occupied on his visits to Bathurst. To Mary's great surprise. Cuthbert was affected more poignantly than herself by the departure of the cavalry intent on killing or capturing the whole of Captain Jack's motley regiment, including Tristram. It was Mary who held Mrs. Cuthbert's hand, and spoke words of encouragement. But she was puzzled to account for the older woman's terrible nervous tension.

They listened to footsteps in the passage outside. Governor Macquarie and Major Cuthbert were coming into the room. They ought to be here in six days at the longest. It's a good marching road all the way. Remember, we do not know their strength or where they are likely to be found. A volunteer cavalry would do well enough no doubt against an attack by blacks, or even a raid by cattle stealers, but this rebellion must be stamped out by troops, or there's no knowing where it may spread.

The district is in a state of extreme dis-. But the villains will soon be laid by the heels, never fear, and I'll warrant that they'll never get up another rebel-. Mary shivered, and Mrs. Cuthbert looked at the stern old soldier with her grey face and burning eyes—eyes that had a question. You just mark my words. If they ever find Captain Jack, which is very doubtful, that dangerous madman, who wants to set up a republic in this British colony, will defy them to subdue his band of cut-throats and will very likely teach them a bitter lesson ".

Well, since you know it already, I may as well tell you. In a few days you will see your friend, Captain Cartwright, marching into Bathurst at the head of 50 regulars with fixed bayonets. Nothing like bayonets to cool the blood, you know. I shall be much surprised if Captain Jack and all his men do not throw down their arms and sue for mercy when they see the bayonets round them. She intended to find a way to warn her lover. Whispering a word of encouragement to the elder woman, she slipped out of the house, and at the door of the inn across the road saw Jonathan Wylie harnessing a pair of well-bred horses into a light, strong chaise.

She ran to him at once. Rutter has two of his. So he and the twenty gentlemen under his command are starting at daybreak, with one of the black boys as guide. They have engaged me to go forward to-night with the other black boy, and meet them at Rocky Ridge with supplies. May Fitzharding felt a thrill of ex- pectation. Here was a chance that must not be missed. She walked up to Jonathan, and put her hand on his shoulder. Wylie," she said, "take. Wylie would not hear of it. He explained to her with suit- able circumlocutions that he had only taken the job in order to keep in favor with the Government, to ensure a con- tinuance of the lucrative contracts from which he was deriving considerable wealth down on the Hawkesbury.

Wylie was an elderly man, and Mary Fitzharding was a young and very pretty woman, who had, moreover, a most per- suasive way with her. Jonathan Wylie's protestations that what she asked was impossible grew fainter and less con- vincing. As his resistance grew weaker she pressed him all the more strongly, and at last he faltered, and consented.

Mary ran back to the Governor's house and told Mrs. Cuthbert of her desperate project—told her that she intended to visit the rebel camp—find Tristram Tre- vithick, and appeal to him by his love for her and his loyalty to his king and country to leave the mad-brained, rebel. Cuthbert quivered under some overpowering emotion, and wrung her hands despairingly. Mary felt that at all costs she must save Tristram from his folly. It was true that the followers of Captain Jack were no better than a robber band, but from all that she could hear, Captain Jack himself stood on a different plane.

Wild-eyed visionary though he might be, he was at least sincere in his mad pro- gramme. He plainly believed in the sacred right of rebellion, which is a vir- tue when successful, and a crime when it leads to failure. Hence, she told her- self, Tristram, who had been taken into the rebel regiment by Captain Jack, was naturally inspired by Captain Jack's peculiar views.

In no other way was his presence with the band intelligible.

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He might be an insurgent, but at least he was not a common cattle thief. She felt the blood rise to her neck, as the thought formed itself in her brain. Cuthbert, looking at the girl in front of her and dimly re- alising the struggle that was going on in her heart. If he is a rebel against the Go- vernment, it is because he feels that the acts of the Government are often cruel,. You do not know what you are saying.

You are talking treason. Cuthbert, "but I can also understand the feelings of those who experience the severity.

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I am quite sure that Tristram Trevithick burns with a noble sympathy for those unhappy people. I am going to Tristram now. I have arranged with Mr. Wylie that he shall take me with him. He is driving in a carriage with supplies for the volun- teer cavalry under Mr. Rutter, and with irons for the rebels, of whom Tristram shall not be one if I can help it. She hurried out of the room to make a few simple preparations for her adven- turous journey, and, crossing the road,.

Rutter and his cavalry come up. The gentlemen are of opinion that the rebels will show fight, of course, but they think that the fight will not last long, and then there will be nothing to do but put the irons on the men and march them back to Bathurst. Wylie laughed that unplea- sant laugh of his. Plainly, he anticipated that the volunteer cavalry would be dis- agreeably surprised. It was ten o'clock at night when they picked up Crib, the black boy, who jogged on silently ahead of them.

There was a bright moon, and the tracks of the rebel regiment with their horses, sheep, and cattle, were easy to follow. Slowly among the rocks and faster across the infrequent patches of level ground they headed steadily westward for the wild and almost unexplored region of the distant Abercrombie. All night long they tra- velled this, and Mary dozed uneasily, and dreamed terrible dreams in the lurching, lumbering chaise. At sunrise Jonathan Wylie pulled up his horse, and announced a short halt.

The horses were fed and watered at the creek to which Crib had. The thirsty creatures had trodden the bed of the creek into thick mud. The tracks were only a few hours old. Jonathan lit a fire, and made tea in a billy. He set out a frugal breakfast for himself and Mary—damper and broiled mutton and tea. Mary ate the rough food with a keen appetite. Crib break- fasted handsomely off the mutton bone. After a halt of an hour they started again, the black telling Jonathan that they would reach the Abercrombie by nightfall.

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They camped at midday for a little while in the shade of a big gum tree, and pushed on all through the hot afternoon into the rough broken country and towards the low haze-enveloped ranges. Not that he really feared Captain Jack, with whom he was perfectly acquainted, and with whose aim he was quite in sym- pathy, though he dissembled that fact very successfully. Ostensibly a loyal supporter of the official class, with whose assistance he was making a large fortune, as contractor for supplies, he was at heart a friend to all whose hand was against.

He was carrying supplies for Mr. Rut- ter's volunteer cavalry, and irons for their expected prisoners, solely as a matter of business, and because he was backing the rebels to win in the coming battle, so long as they were not confronted by re- gulars. Towards evening the weary horses dragged the chaise to a little hollow in the hill, where Jonathan proposed to camp for the night. Crib, the black boy, pointed to a spiral of blue smoke rising from the bank of the river a mile. This was disquieting news, but Mary Fitzharding did not falter in her progress.

After the evening meal, which she ate sitting on a rock with old Jonathan be- side the chaise, while the horses, unhar- nessed and knee-haltered, grazed content- edly, and the black boy knawed his bone a dozen yards away. Mary made ready to visit the rebel's camp. Taking leave of Wylie, and assuring him that she was perfectly safe, she left the hollow and climbed the crest of the hill, that looked down over a rocky gorge.

The moon was nearly full, and the night was clear and still. Yet, as the girl topped the crest of the hill she could see nothing but the outline of more ranges stretching away into the night. Walking steadily forward she came to a sheer precipitous rock, that made her start back in surprise.

Clambering down the further side she found herself in a narrow gully, which she followed until it opened. Between the river and the precipi- tous cliffs was a lower ridge of spur run- ning at right angles to the course of the river and to the steep face of the range. Between the end of this spur and the pre- cipitous rocky place was a stretch of. The ex- treme end of the ridge, in fact, rested on the morass, which in turn was shut in by the precipice.

The other end of the ridge sloped down towards the river, where the ground was very rough and broken, inter- spersed with huge boulders. Behind the ridge was a stretch of grassy open country, and there she could see the dark shape of. The girl began to understand that the ground was of such a nature as to favor even a small body of defenders. The rocks along the ridge afforded ample cover, and the defenders were safeguarded by the morass and precipice from a flanking move- ment on their right.

But Mary was no. She simply recognised that Cap- tain Jack had established himself in a position which would enable him to defy an attack except by a greatly superior force. She was vaguely irritated by the man's cleverness in taking up such a strong natural position. She walked back along the back of the ridge and through the grazing horses and cattle without see- ing a soul. As she approached the camp fires on the river bank a figure started up from the ground in front of her and a gun was.

Speak, or I fire. In a moment the pair were surrounded by angry, threatening faces. The cut- throats who had taken service under Cap- tain Jack were all in a state of extreme. Their apprehensions of intending attack were so overpowering that they would have welcomed the end of their suspense. But who was this woman and how had she reached that lonely spot which was far from the nearest settled. More than one of the bearded ruffians muttered horrible curses and loudly declared that the spy should not leave the camp alive. In the circle of the camp fire's light Mary stood at Tristram's side, facing those who sought to take her life as the neces- sary price of their own safety.

I come to warn you all. Louder and more threatening rose, the murmurs. The man was struggling to his feet and groping dazedly for his gun, when into the excited group in front of the leaping. Joe slunk into the background, mutter- ing dire threats, and presently all the other men followed his example, leaving Captain Jack and Tristram alone with Mary Fitz-. My name you appear to know already, and I live in the house of the Governor of this.

But I can see that you are a man of education and refinement, and I ask you to believe what I have come here, taking my life in my hands, to say. Captain Jack bowed slightly. He was deeply moved, but the lives of the men under him were at stake. He realised that if he allowed this beauti- ful woman to outwit him their lives and his own, and the cause that was dearer to him than life itself, would be lost. I have come to tell you that to-morrow at latest you will be attacked by an armed body of.

The irons are now in the chaise that brought them here in the hollow beyond the second hill. Jonathan Wylie and a black boy are with the chaise now. So his enemies were closing in upon him at last. Well, the sooner the better. He had not thought it of Jonathan Wylie, though. The volunteer cavalry are all well mounted and well armed. The Governor has ordered a detachment of troops to be sent up from Sydney. They will be here in a few days, and brave though you and your men may be, you will be overpowered by superior strength.

You cannot stand against three times the number of trained and disciplined regulars. As for your friend here, Mr. Trevithick, he is at liberty to go. He joined us of his own free will, at his own free will he may leave us. But this at least I must tell you. I and my men will abide the issue, whatever it may be. Mary Fitzharding looked in wonder at the rebel captain, who stood up so straight before her.



He seemed to have grown several inches taller. In spite of herself she could not help admiring him. I thank you for your warning, but I cannot accept it. Regulars or irregulars we shall treat them all alike. Such poor entertainment as I and my men can afford them shall be theirs. He kissed her hand. He walked away out of the circle of light from the burning log into the.

You have nothing to do with these unhappy men. Give up this mad enterprise and come with me, before it is too late. I have horses and a travelling chaise in the hollow over the hill. Jona- than Wylie is there. At a word from me he will drive us away—together. Come, for I love you.

She took his hands in hers. The young man flushed, and drew him- self up. A man who is truly a man can-. She looked at him proudly again.