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[Written for the Flag of Our Union]

In the Cellar


 by w.w.

[Mary Helena Fortune]



If I should live to hold my own in the force for twenty years more I shall never forget those dreary night patrols which I had to perform in front of the Treasury, at Maryborough. It was during the very last weeks of my being connected with the ordinary police, and before I was gratified by being at last admitted to the more pleasant duties of a detective.

Maryborough was at that time in a state of unenviable dullness; it was just after the “Camp” had been shifted from the old ground that had served so well when the men had twice as much to do, and when all those grand and useless buildings were standing in a state of new “rawness” on the hill at the back of the Treasury. It used to aggravate me beyond measure to see that gaol and police-court, the… Read More