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I. D. B. 



SOUTH AFRICA 



BY 



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AUTHOR OF 

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I L LUSTRA TED BY G. E. GRA I ES AND AL HEXCKE 



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CHAPTER I. 

The Marked Diamond. 

" WHO is that beautiful woman in the box 
opposite us, Herr Schwatka ? " 

"Which one, Major? There are two, if 
my eyes may be trusted." 

" She with the dark hair ?" 

"That is Mrs. Laure, and the gentleman 
is her husband, Donald Laure." 

"What a beautiful creature, is she not?" 

" Yes, beautiful indeed, as many of the 
Cape women are. But the union of Euro 
pean with African produces, in their descend 
ants, beings endowed with strange and in 
consistent natures. These two bloods mingle 
but will not blend ; more prominently are 
these idiosyncrasies developed where the 
Zulu parentage can be traced, and naturally 
so, for the Zulus are the most intelligent of 
all the African tribes. Now they are all 



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4 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

love, tenderness, and devotion, ready to make 
any sacrifice for those on whom their affec 
tions are placed ; again revengeful, jealous, 
vindictive." 

" But surely that woman has no African 
blood in her veins," said the major. 

"Yes," replied Schwatka, quietly ; "but 
the fact is not generally known." 

" What eyes ! I should like to know such 
a woman. To analyze character moulded 
in such a form would be a delightful study. 
And the lady with her, who may she be ?" 
continued the major. 

" Miss Kate Darcy, an American lady now 
visiting her brother, a director in the Stand 
ard Diamond Mining Company. These Amer 
icans turn up everywhere," and Schwatka 
lifted his shoulders with an expressive shrug. 

"Then the gentleman with her is the 
brother, eh ? " persistently continued the 
major. 

" No, that is Count Telfus, a large dealer 
in diamonds, said to have made much money. 
There goes the curtain." 

The preceding conversation between Ma 
jor Kildare and Herr Schwatka took place 



An /. D. JB. in South Africa. 5 







in a box of the 
Theatre Royal 
on the Kimberley Dia 
mond Fields. As Schwatka 
looked at Donald Laure, the latter glanced 



6 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

across the house ; their eyes met and a sign 
of recognition passed between them. Pres 
ently Mrs. Laure turned, disclosing an ex 
quisitely beautiful face, but one apparently 
unconscious of the effect of its beauty. Her 
height was slightly below the average, and 
her form faultless. Her short, black, wavy 
hair adorned a small but beautifully-shaped 
head, crowning a swan-like neck, encircled 
by a necklace of diamonds and rubies spark 
ling like drops of dew. Her toilet was con 
spicuous by its elegance an elegance that 
well became her unusual style. 

Shortly before the end of the first act, 
while the attention of the audience was 
riveted on the stage, a man quietly entered 
the Laure box, and touching Count Telfus 
on the shoulder whispered a few words in 
his ear. The Count gave a sudden start, 
his face blanching perceptibly, but with 
perfect composure of carriage he arose, and, 
excusing himself to the ladies, retired from 
the box. The stranger had entered unno 
ticed by the other occupants, who were atten 
tively listening to the music of the opera, 
with the exception of Donald Laure, who 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 7 

had been an observer of the proceeding. 
As the curtain fell at the end of the act he 
followed the Count. 

Major Kildare, who had been interested 
in watching the face of Mrs. Laure, observed 
this scene in the box and drew Herr Schwat- 
ka s attention. The latter sprang to his 
feet, at the same time exclaiming, in a voice 
low but audible to those in the immediate 
vicinity, "Detectives." Drawing the Major s 
arm through his, he led him out of the the 
atre, into the cafe adjoining, where they 
found Count Telfus in charge of two men 
of the detective force. The Count stood 
silent in the midst of the excited crowd that 
filled the room ; but his pale face and the 
nervous manner in which he bit on an un- 
lighted cigar plainly showed that he was 
suffering intensely. 

" Count Telfus," said one of the detectives, 
" we have an order for your arrest, and you 
must also permit us to search you. We 
trust that we have been misinformed, but a 
marked diamond has been traced to your 
possession, and our orders are imperative." 

" I have nothing about me not mine by a 



8 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

legitimate ownership," said the Count, in a 
cold, clear voice, " and I will not submit to 
the outrage of a personal search. It is well 
known that I am a licensed diamond buyer ; 
here is the proof of it." And he drew a 
paper from his pocket. 

" That you are a licensed buyer is the 
greater reason why your dealings should be 
honest," rejoined one of his captors, proceed 
ing to search him. Even as he spoke he 
drew a large diamond from the Count s vest- 
pocket. 

" Fifteen years in the chain-gang," cried 
an ex-Judge who had bought many a stone 
on the sly. 

" Father Abraham ! " exclaimed a sympa 
thizing Israelite, " how could he be so 
careless with such a blazer." Similar 
ejaculations rose from the crowd around 
him. 

In those bitter moments a despair like* 
death fell on Telfus ; for his life was 
blighted and his family name disgraced. 
He did not see that excited crowd of which 
he was the centre ; he only saw, in his mind s 
eye, his mother s face filled with an agony 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. g 

of shame. And he heard, with the acute- 
ness that comes only in times of greatest 
distress, the low contralto tones of a soul 
ful voice floating from the stage of the thea 
tre within, and breathing out the words : 
" Farewell, farewell, my dear, my happy 
home." 

Alone he stood, bidding an inward fare 
well to his own home condemned to an 
infamous exposure. 

His friends around him were powerless 
to aid, for the diamond had been found on 
him. "Sorry for you, old boy," said Dr. 
Fox, an American, as he wrung the hand 
above which the detectives put on the 
bracelets of the law, which shutting with a 
click, struck on the Count s consciousness 
like a knell of doom. He gasped, and stifled 
a cry that rose to his lips. When his hands 
were secured, followed by a noisy crowd, he 
was led to a Cape cart standing in front of 
the door. He sank into the seat, a broken 
hearted man, his thoughts far away in that 
home in Paris, which on the morrow would 
be filled with sorrow and anguish. 

Suddenly arousing himself he asked to 



io An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

be taken to the telegraph office. Arriving 
there they found it closed. 

Fortune favors me thus much," he 
thought ; " the only news they will receive 
will be that I am dead." 

They reached the prison, and the Count 
was placed in a cell. 

Before the sound of the jailer s footsteps 
had died away, the report of a pistol told 
that Telfus had passed beyond the reach of 
human law. 



CHAPTER II. 

The Mystic Sign. 

WITHIX rifle-shot of the " ninth wonder 
of the world," the great Kimberley Mine, 
stood a pretty one-story cottage nestling 
among a mass of creepers that shaded a 
wide veranda. The house, like many 
others on the Fields, was constructed of 
corrugated iron, fastened to a framework 
of wood. Beams were laid on the ground ; 
to these were fastened uprights from four 
to six inches square. 

In place of lath and plastered walls, 
thick building paper formed the interior 
covering, leaving a space between the iron 
outside and the paper within. 

The interior of the cottage was in marked 
contrast with its outer appearance. A wide 
hall extended through the entire depth, with 
a door at each end. The walls were artisti- 



12 An 7. D. B. in South Africa. 

cally hung with shields, assagaies, spears, 
and knob-kerries, and in either corner stood 
a large elephant s tusk, mounted on a pedes 
tal of ebony. 

A small horned head of the beautiful 
blesse-bok hung over a door leading into an 
apartment, the floor of which was covered 
with India matting, over which was strewn 
karosses of rarest fur ; a piano stood in one 
corner, while costly furniture, rich lace, and 
satin hangings were arranged with an artis 
tic sense befitting the mistress of it all. 

On a divan, the upholstering of which 
was hidden by a karosse of leopard skins, 
reclined Dainty Laure, a woman on whom 
the South African suns had shone for not 
more than twenty years. The light, softened 
by amber curtains, revealed an oval face, 
with features of that sensuous type seen only 
in those born in the climes of the sun. This 
clear, olive-tinted face showed a love of ease 
and luxury, unless the blood which seemed 
to sleep beneath its crystal veil should 
rouse to a purpose, and make this being a 
dangerous and implacable enemy. 

Her eyes were closed ; one would have 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 



thought she slept, but for 
-^ the occasional motion 
1ft of a fan of three os 
trich feathers. The 
reverie into which 
- - she had fall- 




"* en was broken by 
the striking of the clock. 
The pencilled eyebrows gave 



14 An I. D. B, in South Africa. 

a little electric move, and the lids slowly 
unveiled those dark languorous eyes, which 
seemed like hidden founts of love. 

So expressive was the play of those deli 
cate eyelids that one forgot the face in 
watching them, as they would droop and 
droop, and then slowly open until the 
great, luminous orbs appeared, and seemed 
to dilate with an infinite wonder, a sort of 
child-like fear combined with the look of a 
caged wild animal. This expression ex 
tended to the mouth, with its budding lips 
over small, white teeth. Should occasion 
come, she could smile with her eyes, while 
her mouth looked cruel. 

A white robe of fleecy lace clung round 
her form, and from the hem of her garment 
peeped a ravishing little foot, encased in 
silken hose and satin slipper of the same 
bronze hue. 

Bracelets of de\vdrop diamonds encircled 
her wrists, and with the rubies and diamonds 
at throat and ear, completed a toilet which 
might have vied with that of some semi- 
barbaric Eastern princess. 

Such was the woman in whose veins 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 15 

ran the blood of European and African 
races. 

In one of the numerous wars between the 
native tribes and English soldiers in Africa, 
Captain Montgomery, pierced by an assegai, 
fell wounded on the battle-field, and was left 
for dead. For hours he lay unconscious. 
Toward night he awoke to a realization of 
his perilous situation, in the midst of a 
dense underbrush infested with reptiles 
and wild beasts, to which he at any moment 
might fall a victim. He attempted to rise, 
but his stiffened limbs refused their office ; 
thirst, that ever-present demon of the 
wounded, parched his throat. 

After many fruitless efforts he succeeded 
in rising to a sitting posture, but the effort 
caused his brain to reel, and all again be 
came a blank. For a short time he re 
mained in this condition, when perfect con 
sciousness, like that which with vivid force 
precedes dissolution, returned, and revealed 
standing before him an aged Zulu chief, 
accompanied by an attendant. The su 
preme moment of his life seemed to have 



1 6 An L D. B. in South Africa. 

arrived, and with a final effort he summoned 
all his strength and made a sign the sign 
known to the elect of all nations. The sign 
was recognized understood by that savage 
in the wilderness. There, in that natural 
temple of the Father of all good, stood one 
to whom had descended from the ages the 
mystic token of brotherhood. 

At a signal the attendant Zulu bounded 
away, leaving the chief, who gently placed 
the soldier s body in a less painful position. 
The native soon returned with three others, 
bringing a litter made of ox-hides, on which, 
with slow and measured steps, they bore 
him to their kraal, situated on a hillside, at 
the foot of which was a running stream. 

He was taken to a hut and placed on a 
bed of soft, sweet-smelling grasses covered 
with skins. Tenderly the rude Africans 
moistened his lips, removed his clothing, 
and bathed his wounds. For hours he lay 
unconscious ; then a sigh welled from his 
breast, another and another. Gently the 
attendants raised his head, and administered 
a cooling drink. 

Soon a profuse perspiration covered his 



An /. D. B. in South Africa. 17 

body, and the strained look of pain gradu 
ally left his face. 

The following day the chief, with his 
principal attendants, visited the English 
man. Forming a circle round his couch, 
they stood for several moments gazing at 
the sufferer in profound silence ; then, pass 
ing before his pallet, they slowly filed out 
of the hut. 

2 



CHAPTER III. 
Cupid s Arrmv in an African Forest. 

FOR several days Captain Montgomery s 
condition was extremely critical, but the 
careful nursing and devoted attention of the 
Izinyanga, or native doctor, aided by his 
simple, yet efficient remedies, soon restored 
the patient. 

One morning he awoke quite free from 
pain, the fever broken, and with that sense 
of restful languor that attends convales 
cence, pervading his being. As he lay in 
this condition, with his eyes half closed, he 
saw standing in the opening of the hut a 
girl of perhaps sixteen years. 

A leopard skin was thrown over her right 
shoulder, which, falling to the knee, draped 
her form. A necklace of strands of beads 
encircled her throat. Her arms and ankles 
were ornamented with bands of gold. For 
a moment she gazed on him, and then ut- 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 19 

tered to her two female attendants a few 
words consisting of vowel sounds and sharp 
notes made by clicking the tongue against 
the roof of the mouth. 

On hearing her voice Montgomery wide 
ly opened his eyes, when, followed by her 
women, the girl fled with a springing step 
like a frightened deer. 

Often, after that fleeting vision, during 
his waking moments would Montgomery 
feel that those dusky eyes were gazing at 
him, and when he lifted his own it would be 
to see her swiftly and silently moving away. 

In a short time he was able to walk about 
in the cool shade of the great forests of 
paardepis and saffron-wood, where he would 
at times see the face of the Zulu princess 
peering out, like some dusky dryad, from 
behind the hanging boughs, only to disap 
pear, when detected, into the depths of the 
w T ood. 

After a few weeks had passed she grew 
less shy, and when he spoke to her she 
would stand a few moments listening to 
the unknown tongue, whose accents seemed 
to charm and draw her to the spot ; but if 



20 An 7. D. />. /// South Africa. 

he made a motion as if to approach, she 
would vanish swiftly as a thought flies. 

One morning when his health had become 
fully restored, the chief who had rescued 
the captain in his hour of extremity, ap 
peared, and by signs made him understand 
that he was to follow him. They proceeded 
to the outer edge of the gloomy forest, 
where speaking a few words in Zuluese, the 
native disappeared in the direction they 
had come. Understanding that the parting 
speech of his guide instructed him to con 
tinue in the course he had pointed out, 
Montgomery pressed forward on his jour 
ney. He had walked alone, perhaps an 
hour, when he was startled by the sight of 
the Princess, emerging from the shade of 
a tall boxwood tree, leading two horses. 
She motioned him to take one, and as he 
leaped on its back, she quickly mounted the 
other, and in a few moments they had 
passed away from the scene forever. 

These two beings were the ancestors of 
Dainty Laure. 

Soon after his arrival in Cape Town, 



22 An I, D. B. in South Africa. 

Donald Laure had met Dainty. She was 
little more than a child in years, but ma 
tured in form, and being possessed of dan 
gerous beauty was attractive to this impul 
sive Scotchman from the cold North, where 
women of her radiant type are never seen. 

From the first moment he saw her, he 
had only one thought, one idea, which grew 
to a determined purpose, and that was, to 
possess her. She was a wild bird and knew 
little of the world s ways, and as he was the 
first man who had laid siege to her heart he 
amused her, and she grew more and more 
interested in him. 

When a few weeks later he asked her to 
become his wife, she consented with a half 
wonder, half delight ; and when the mar 
riage ceremony had taken place, and they 
were on their way to Kimberley, she could 
scarcely realize the fact that she was a wife ; 
it was all so strange and sudden. 

Four years after we find her dreaming on 
her divan, with nothing to do in life but 
to dream. 



CHAPTER IV. 

The Unwelcome Letter. 

THE morning following the events related 
in our first chapter, found Kimberley in a 
high state of excitement. 

Every man looked at his neighbor with a 
face like an interrogation point, as if to ask, 
"Who next?" 

The diamond market was crowded with 
men, gathered in groups, earnestly discus 
sing the expose, and the fatal denouement. 

No one had stood higher in the esteem of 
the people than Count Telfus. 

Among the first to engage in the diamond 
trade in Kimberley, he had enjoyed the con 
fidence of his associates, and, up to the day 
of his arrest, no breath of suspicion had 
dimmed the lustre of his name. It was evi 
dent that the numerous thefts of precious 
stones by the Kafirs had aroused the author- 



24 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

ities to their highest endeavor, and no one 
knew on whom the next bolt of discovery 
might fall. 

With Telfus guilty, whose name might 
not be found on the list of I. D. B. s ? 

There were few among those engaged in 
this unlawful trade whose minds were free 
from anxiety, for even the guiltless might 
find his name in the Dooms-day book as 
among the suspected. When Donald reach 
ed home that evening he found Dainty anx 
iously awaiting his return. The excitement 
caused by the arrest and death of Count 
Telfus had reached every class, and the un 
usual stir among the domestics had filled 
her mind with dire apprehensions. She im 
mediately inquired if there were any further 
developments. 

" The town is greatly excited. Dr. Fox 
has written to the Count s family in Paris, 
that the Count was accidentally killed, but 
carefully avoided any mention of the true 
cause of his death. Poor Telfus ! " 

Dainty sighed, for the Count had been a 
frequent visitor, and his face always brought 
sunshine into the house. 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 25 

" Do you think he was guilty ?" 

"Rumor says the police sold a marked 
diamond to a Kafir for a song, and then 
watched him. By some strange fatality it 
fell into Telfus hands." 

He paused, and looking into her eyes, 
asked : 

"What would you do, if some great 
trouble should come to you ? " 

"Trouble? Surely no danger threatens 
us, Donald. You alarm me, what harm can 
come to us ? " 

He was about to speak, but checked him 
self, and turning on his heel, hastily left the 
room. 

Donald was naturally of a buoyant dis 
position, and extremely popular in busi 
ness and social circles : but of late he had 
grown moody and taciturn, and there was a 
marked change in his demeanor toward 
Dainty. 

She believed that her husband adored her, 
and if his preoccupied and distracted man 
ner sometimes raised a query in her mind, 
it was too short-lived to warrant any serious 
thought, and she quickly banished it. She 



26 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

was fond of her husband in a childlike, coo 
ing way, and it was her delight to wind her 
arms about his neck, and, with a gentle 
twittering sound, like a dove caressing its 
mate, ask the question that every woman 
asks (who is sure of the answer): " Do you 
love me?" and wait to hear the low, re 
sponsive sigh, or receive a fond embrace. 
This unusual question of Donald s alarmed 
her, and she stole softly into the adjoining 
room where she found Donald nervously 
pacing the floor. 

His face was pale and his eyes glistened 
with a hunted expression. Laying her hand 
on his arm, she said : 

" What is it that worries you, Donald ?" 

He started and stammered : 

"Nothing except a little business annoy 
ance." 

She saw a letter in his hand, bearing a 
foreign postmark, and gave it a questioning 
glance, to which he replied : 

" A letter I have received from Amster 
dam. There is a heavy decline in the dia 
mond market." 

" Don t worry about that ; you have now 



28 An L D. B. in South Africa. 

more than enough of this world s goods to 
take care of yourself and your little wife as 
long as you live," said Dainty, as she laugh 
ingly rubbed her cheek on his arm with an 
action suggestive of a purring kitten. With 
out looking up, she continued : 

" Why don t you take me to England ? " 

He shut his eyes, and bit his lips, but 
oblivious to his emotion she went on. 

" You have so often promised, and I so 
want a change. I long to visit the land you 
have told me of." 

" Some day, my dear, you will see that 
great country of mine, but not just now," 
rejoined Donald, gently. 

" Ah, Donald, why do you always feed my 
curiosity with the shadow of promises ? " 

Donald watched her with an idolatrous 
look until she passed from the room, and 
then with a groan sank into a chair, and 
buried his face in his hands. For a mo 
ment he sat in silence, then re-opened the 
letter. It was dated "London" and the 
passage in it that he had read and re-read, 
was this : 

"The person you inquire about is in the 



An /. D. B. in South Africa. 29 

city, and has learned I know not how 
that you are in South Africa, and is deter 
mined to hunt you down." 

Striking a match, he set fire to the letter, 
and watched it slowly burn, and crisply 
curl in his fingers. He then threw it on the 
floor, and crushed it with his foot, with the 
unspoken wish that this act could blot out 
its menace from his memory. 

Growing calmer he arose, and passing his 
hand over his face as if putting on a mask, 
went out of the room to join his wife at din 
ner. 

The dinner was served by a black dwarf 
named Bela, who in his fantastic propor 
tions resembled a heathen idol in bronze. 

After they had eaten sometime in silence, 
Dainty asked. 

"Are you going out this evening ?" 

" I must go to the club, but I will return 
early." 

" I am often lonely, Donald, when I am 
left with only my thoughts for company," 
said Dainty, somewhat mournfully. 

" You must be lonely sometimes," replied 
Donald. " Let us try a small diversion. 



30 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

Why not invite in a few friends for an even 
ing ? Make out your list, and send the in 
vitations to-morrow. Don t get the blues 
while I am away," and kissing her, he hur 
ried into the street. 



CHAPTER V. 

Impressions. 

THERE are women who have no power of 
attraction until you meet them in their 
homes, surrounded by evidences of an indi 
viduality which belies your first impression. 
Then for the first time you discover new 
traits of character, and evidences of thought 
that fascinate and hold you ; then for the 
first time they surprise and delight you 
with their real selves. 

Again, there are those who shine abroad, 
but darken their homes. In the chilling at 
mosphere surrounding them, no life can 
expand. These women are dwarfed souls. 
Affecting the semblance, they know not the 
real. The lifeless imitation of their sur 
roundings betrays them, and chills the sen 
sibilities of their guests. 

The wife of Donald Laure, was a woman 



32 An /. D. B. in South Africa. 

whose surroundings seemed a. part of her 
self a bright, light creature, glorifying the 
materialities about her with a certain ra 
diance, and none could enter her home 
without feeling the charm that pervaded it. 
With her warm heart and generous impulses 
she seemed born but to make beholders 
happy. 

She was, as yet, unconscious of the pow 
ers that lay dormant in her ; under her 
child-like exterior was a soul of which 
even her husband knew nothing. All her 
knowledge of the world was like the knowl 
edge of a maiden, far from its busy actuali 
ties. 

She mused upon its wonders as they were 
presented to her mind by her husband, but 
he would have been amazed at the pano 
rama of her thoughts. 

Greater amazement would have been his, 
had he known the strange truth of which 
she herself was entirely oblivious, that the 
great pulsating power of Love had not yet 
inspired her. To be loved, caressed, cared 
for, had so far made her content. But, born 
of the English soldier and the daughter of 



An /. D. B. in South Africa. 33 

a savage warrior, there slumbered in her 
soul a possibility of passion that needed 
only to be roused to burst into flame. 

The life of excitement that society offers, 
brings little contentment to a woman with 
Dainty s nature. She only beats the bars 
raised by its cold, format laws, and suffi 
cient unto herself, living a life within that 
soothes, she becomes a fascinating siren to 
the energetic nineteenth century man, who 
comes with his beliefs in materialism, and 
his doubts of any goodness that he cannot 
prove. 

Such a woman is to him a creature to be 
tested by his methods, and broken on the 
wheels of his unfeeling Juggernaut of sel 
fishness and animalism. 

Being a delightfully untutored, trusting 
soul, she is not looking for this monster 
evil self, that he has raised up and wor 
ships. At first attracted to him by a warmth 
of manner which has every appearance of 
generosity, she at last becomes interested 
in him so deeply, that the winning of her 
perfect trust, her whole heart, is an easy 
pastime, undertaken at seemingly acciden- 
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34 An I. D. B. in South Africa 

tal moments, but in reality pursued as steps 
in a long and carefully laid plan. 

The evening set apart for receiving the 
"few friends " was a memorable one. 

Herr Schwatka, accompanied by Major 
Kildare, was the first to arrive. Herr 
Schwatka was a tall, fair-haired Austrian, 
of distinguished appearance, and engaging 
manners. He was a cool-headed, strong- 
willed materialist, to whom human nature 
was a congenial study, who never allowed 
anything to thwart his purpose, and whose 
spirit of determination dominated most of 
those with whom he came in contact. To 
him, women had been but playthings ; he 
laughed at such an idea as the grand pas 
sion a figment of the brain for the mis 
leading of boys ! 

As the two men entered the salon, Kil 
dare, with all his English coolness, started 
with surprise at the beauty of his surround 
ings. Accustomed to the society which his 
rank as an officer in the British army gave 
him, he had seen much that was rich and al 
luring in many countries ; but here, in an Af 
rican desert, many hundred miles from the 



An /. D. B. in South Africa. 



35 



sea, to find such taste and 
elegance displayed, was to 
him surprising. 
The crimson and gold hang 
ings reflected from 
mirrors in the opal 




light, 

made a 

fitting background 

to a picture, in which stood as its central 

figure, the Oueen of this home, Dainty 

Laure a highly gifted woman, possessing 



36 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

that rarest of all gifts, perfect naturalness. 
Donald, standing by her side, presented the 
two gentlemen. 

Had she been the daughter of a duke, 
she could not have done the honors with 
more grace. 

The European in Africa has a deep-seated 
antipathy to the faintest trace of mixed 
blood. Yet, as Herr Schwatka bowed to 
Mrs. Laure in his elegant \vay, he was con 
scious of receiving a pleasant impression 
entirely new to him. 

As for Major Kildare, he was altogether 
charmed with her, and speedily opened 
conversation with the common-place ques 
tion : 

" Mrs. Laure, how do you amuse yourself 
in this dusty town of Kimberley?" 

" I do not amuse myself, but let what I 
see amuse me," replied Dainty. " My 
horses and my dogs are company ; every 
thing that is beautiful pleases me ; I make 
friends of the pleasant people I meet, and 
avoid the unhappy ones who carry their 
woes pictured on their faces." 

" But what do you do for a confidential 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 37 

friend ? Woman must have them, you 
know, and you hardly find any congenial 
woman here ! " 

"You forget Kate Darcy," replies Dainty. 
" She is a being to admire. I look at no 
one else when Kate is by." 

" Would it be wrong to be glad she is not 
here then ?" said the major, gallantly. 

"I think you will be pleased to meet her, 
you cannot fail to admire her," answered 
Dainty. "She is not like me." 

Herr Schwatka smiled at the last asser 
tion. 

" Do you expect us to admire her when 
she is not like you ?" 

Dainty looked at the Austrian with a lit 
tle deprecatory smile, as she said : " You 
will admire her for what she is, rather than 
what she is not." 

" It is pleasant to hear a woman praise a 
woman," said Herr Schwatka. "All women 
do it sometimes, for they all must have 
some intimate whom they can love, caress, 
and lavish themselves upon." 

"Yes," said Dainty, "that may be true, 
but Kate is not the stvle of woman vou im- 



38 An I. D. B. in South Africa 

agine. She is strong and noble, though 
gentle withal wait till you meet her." 

Herr Schwatka felt a warm thrill at the 
enthusiasm and loyalty of the heart that 
loved its friends so wholly. 

" It were well to gain you for a friend," 
he said. 



CHAPTER VI. 

Kate. 

THE conversation was interrupted by the 
arrival of Miss Kate Darcy, and Doctor 
Fox. They were a very handsome couple, 
at least so thought Major Kildare, for turn 
ing to Mrs. Laure he said : 

" I believe ail you have said of your friend 
is true, and without the slightest exaggera 
tion." 

As the guests continued to arrive, Dainty 
appeared radiantly happy. At a request 
for some music, Miss Darcy moved toward 
the piano. 

" What shall I sing for you ? " 

"Make your own selection and that will 
be your best," said Dainty, as she reclined 
in the depths of a chair, prepared to be 
captivated. Herr Schwatka took a seat at 
her side. Kate touched the keys caress- 



40 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

ingly for some minutes, striking a few 
chords here and there, with a little running 
accompaniment between, which expressed 
her indecision of selection, until finally 
striking a decided chord, she began, in a 
perfectly modulated voice, to sing that 
recitative and aria by Handel, commencing 
" Lascia ch io pianga," incomparable for op 
portunity of expression, and for revealing 
the artistic sense of the singer. Sinking 
from the triumphant strains into a soft 
pleading accent, she sang the three stanzas 
with a pathos that moved her auditors to 
the depths of their natures. 

As she arose from the piano, there was a 
murmur of regret. 

" Don t rise, Miss Darcy," said Dainty, 
pleadingly. "Just think how hungry ap 
preciative South Africans are for good mu 
sic. We have never heard such singing 
here before. Please give us another selec 
tion." 

Kate never indulged in affectations of re 
luctance, so resuming her seat, she sang a 
plaintive old negro melody from the planta 
tions of American slavery, the only original 



An I. D. . in South Africa. 41 




music, 

some one 

has said, of which 

Americans can Jfe** 7 

boast. * 

Kate s face was singularly at 
tractive. Her eyes, inherited from an Irish 
mother, were dark blue shaded by black eye 
lashes. One might criticise her features, for 



42 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

they were not perfect, and might examine 
her dimpled face and say it was not pretty, 
yet it was so expressive, that a stranger on 
being introduced to her, when she was in a 
happy mood, would be fascinated, and think 
her altogether charming. 

Major Kildare was attracted to Kate and 
completely captivated, when he learned in 
the course of conversation that they had 
mutual friends in his far away home, in 
rnerrie England. But he was not privileged 
to monopolize Miss Darcy, for others 
pressed around her, and Doctor Fox stood 
ever in the background, perhaps discussing 
some mining operation in the intricacies of 
which he was well versed, but never far 
from the sound of her voice. Having specu 
lated in the gold and silver mines of Cali 
fornia and Colorado, and being possessed 
of that sixth sense with which Americans 
are accredited, and which being evolved 
becomes, in a few, the gift of invention, 
Doctor Fox had won, by his knowledge 
of mining and his improvements in 
mining machinery, the favorable opinions 
of the officers of the Diamond Mining 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 43 

Company in which he was a heavy stock 
holder. 

" Herr Scliwatka," said Donald, " have 
you been down in the mine by the new 
shaft? It is now completed, and the cage 
is in perfect operation." 

" I went down yesterday," replied Schwat- 
ka, "and I found it a wonder of mining en 
terprise. The ladies should visit it. Would 
you not like to go, Mrs. Laure, and you, 
Miss Darcy ?" 

"We would be delighted; I will answer 
for both," said Kate, smilingly. 

This evening was the beginning of a new 
era in the lives of these two women, who had 
felt singularly drawn to each other. Dainty 
realized that she gathered forces new to her 
from Kate, while the latter was fascinated by 
this beautiful wildling. who knew nothing of 
the great world, which the other had but re 
cently left behind her. 

As Major Kildare left the house that even 
ing with Herr Schwatka, he enthusiastically 
remarked : 

" By Jove ! that Miss Darcy is a fine wo 
man !" 



44 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

Herr Schwatka took a pull at his cigar, 
and dreamily watched the rings in the bright 
moonlight as they slowly curled up into the 
still air. At last he said : 

"She is, indeed, but I feel a little afraid 
of those fair A mericaines ! I can t keep 
pace with them. I met one in Vienna dur 
ing the Exposition, and she was a revela 
tion. Such a sight-seer ! Her mother was 
with her, but she could do very well without 
her. If she wanted to go out of an evening, 
and her mother was tired from her day s 
peregrinations, that girl would say : * Go to 
bed, mamma ; we are going to the opera ? 
or whatever it might be. And off we would 
go, without protest from the submissive 
mamma. It was some while before I could 
comprehend her ; her ways were so differ 
ent from those of my own countrywomen. 
One evening while we were driving to a fete, 
emboldened by her unreserved manner, I 
attempted a little lover-like caress. You 
should have seen the American then! She 
sat as straight as a needle, and was equally 
sharp. You and I are friends, aren t we ? 
she asked. 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 45 

" * Doubtless, I replied. 

" * Well, said she, if you wish us to con 
tinue as such, don t attempt to ditto that. 
I have come to see Europe, and I haven t 
much time to spare. If we commence to 
make love, I won t see anything but you, 
and as there is not the slightest possibility 
of your being the whole of Europe to me, 
if you will just be my comrade, I shall like 
it better. 

" I shall never forget the satisfied expres 
sion that stole over her face, as she folded 
her hands, and looked straight ahead with 
a gleam in her eyes, and then turned the 
conversation in the easiest manner imagina 
ble. It amused me immensely, but I didn t 
repeat the little indiscretion, and the few 
weeks she remained in Vienna were among 
the most delightful ones of my life. We 
were comrades, and I never understood till 
then how a woman could be perfectly free 
in her manners, yet perfectly true to her 
womanhood." 

" By Jove ! Schwatka, it isn t often that you 
find your match," said the major, laughing 
heartily,as they entered the "Queen s " Hotel. 



46 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

That night the picture that only faded 
from the consciousness of Ilerr Schwatka, 
to reappear in his dreams, was that of a 
graceful woman the wife of Donald 
Laure. 



CHAPTER VII. 

The Story of a Singer. 

WHAT a charming creature is the enthu 
siastic talented girl, who is ever trying to 
solve the riddle of life with a girl s avidity. 
How earnestly she follows the light on her 
pathway! Sometimes deluded, but always 
in earnest ; even leaving the old roof-tree 
in the search for satisfaction, often return 
ing to it, weary and travel-stained, content 
to have one little corner by the home fire 
side, where she finds more happiness and 
rest in a day, than in her years of wander 
ing and chasing butterflies. 

It is the clear-eyed, far-seeing girl, with 
a singing voice, that can thrill the hearts of 
her hearers, in whom we are now interested. 

What a book could be written on the 
broken lives, the vanished hopes, and the 
lost voices, of American girls in Europe ! 

There, where the life is alluring, and 



48 An /. D. B. in South Africa. 

maestros paid in gold ; where Americans 
are looked upon as common prey by the 
Parisian shop-keeper, the student finds that 
Art is long, and not only time, but gold is 
fleeting. 

There, many an enthusiastic girl possessed 
of ordinary talent, and led away by vanity 
and the flattery of over-zealous friends, is 
found living in a feverish belief in her ulti 
mate success, and looking to her teacher to 
promote her interests. 

He is more often but a shark, ready to 
devour her, body and soul. For he panders 
to her belief in his charlatanry, and flatters 
her vanity, until the money is nearly gone. 
Not until then does she realize that no one 
but herself has been deceived. 

Her pride comes to her rescue, and with 
her voice still undeveloped, she rushes 
hither and thither in her frantic endeavors 
to secure the position she desires. 

Friendless, moneyless, and alone : what 
can she do ? 

A singer s life is emphatically a mixture 
of fulfilled hopes and bitter disappoint 
ments. 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 49 

A famous teacher in Paris says to his 
pupils : 

" Before starting out on your career, 
make for yourself two pockets ; one very 
large, and the other exceedingly small ; the 
large one for the snubs, and the small one 
for the money." 

Talent is one thing, but management is 
another, and without the latter, talent goes 
begging. Art may become a classic in the 
hands of talent, but the singer must depend 
largely upon the manager (often ungram- 
matical of speech, and arbitrary of manner), 
if she would know practical success and be 
known of the world. Kate Darcy had both 
tact and talent, and the gift of knowing 
how to use them. 

Her childhood was passed in the atmos 
phere of the theatrical world in New York 
City, where her father was a violinist, and 
earned his bread by the sweep of his bow. 

When yet a child, she developed great 
musical talent, and possessed that rarest 
and most delightful of all voices, a rich 
contralto. 

At fifteen the child was a rising artist, 

4 



50 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

studying day and night, until, at the age of 
seventeen, being graceful and well de 
veloped, she became a leading contralto 
of an English Opera Company. Her voice 
grew in strength and richness, and with the 
growth of the voice came ambition to study 
under the best masters. That will-o -the- 
wisp of art drew her on to Italy, to pre 
pare herself to enter the lists of fame and 
win a high niche in the temple of song. 

She felt that she could conquer anything. 
She believed in herself a very necessary re 
quisite for youth, when talented and ambi 
tious. There were no " perhaps s " or " might 
be s" crystallized in the amber of her belief. 
She was vividly conscious that she possessed 
the great gift of a rare voice, and did not 
doubt that somewhere in the world it would 
be appreciated, and made to yield the 
wealth which Love always wants, in order 
to bestow gifts and comforts on its beloved. 

On her last appearance on the concert 
platform in her native city, previous to her 
departure for Italy, she bore herself with 
such unaffected simplicity, and seemed so 
earnest in her efforts, that everyone felt 



An L D. B. in South Africa, 5 1 

like breathing a benediction for her future 
success ; they realized that the goal she 
aimed at was only to be reached by years 
of labor, and by the patient pursuit of op 
portunities. 

She sang several numbers, but nothing 
half so beautiful as the low, entreating 
tones in which she breathed out " Kathleen 
Mavourneen." As the words rolled out, 
"It may be for years, and it may be for 
ever," many an eye filled with tears at the 
tender pathos in which she veiled the un 
certainties of the future. 

Kate went to Italy with her mother (who 
had become a widow), and studied under 
the direction of the great maestro, Lam- 
perti. She had but few faults to over 
come, but she applied herself unceasingly. 
The voice is a jealous mistress, and stands 
guard over every thought and action, de 
manding high recompense from the being 
who possesses the power to soothe or thrill 
a soul in darkness. Any letting down the 
bars of stern discipline of the intellect, finds 
that vigilant sentinel inquiring the cause. 

The ear of the lover becomes aware that 



52 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

the divine voice has lost its love tones ; 
those pure heaven-born messages come to 
him with a harsher sound. Then when the 
singer s thoughts have drifted into some 
dark miasma, the sensitive instrument can 
not attune itself in those dreamy poisonous 
vapors, and the delicate string loses its per 
fect harmony. The lover again wonders 
what powers of earth or air have taken 
possession of that erstwhile melodious in 
strument, now, " like sweet bells jangled 
and out of tune." 

Thus it is if, from looking and listening, 
with hearing keen and heart responsive, the 
eyes of the soul ever upward turned for in 
spiration (the only attitude that makes the 
spirit by and by victorious), she ceases for a 
moment, and, hearing the jingling of false 
bells, looks below ; she sees the reflection of 
the sun on some tinsel-robed, fair, but de 
luded sister, and is attracted to her. The 
delights of dissipation in the society of 
thoughtless, undedicated companions allure 
her from the path where gleams the pure, 
white light of art. As she turns, thinking 
to live only for a little hour with her com- 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 53 

panions, the gates of the lighted realm, 
where few enter, close behind her.. When 
she has wandered through the pleasures, 
which prove to be but the shadows of 
reality, the temple of that beautifuily-tuned 
and soul-inspiring instrument is a wreck, 
and the angel-voice fled. Such is the result 
of neglecting that exacting sovereign, the 
goddess of music. 

She demands the consecration of the 
whole self, in return for the prize she of 
fers. And none realized it better than Kate. 
So she gained the excellence of real attain 
ment. 

After a brilliant career of seven years, she 
wearied of incessant travel, and longed to 
make her home in some quiet corner, away 
from the sound and whirl of the great busy 
world, and yet near enough to its heart 
beats to feel the pulsation. She found such 
a spot near London, where she took her old 
mother, for whom she had an idolatrous 
love, and where she hoped to enjoy her life 
in semi-seclusion for a season. She fur 
nished her gem of a house with rare taste, and 
filled it with souvenirs of the world she had 



54 



An 1. D. B. in South Africa, 



conquered. There her mother fell ill, and 
demanded, in her nervous, irritable state, 

in which she 
would allow 
m the service 




of no other nurse, 
constant care from 
Kate. 

Often when Kate returned home late at 
night from some concert where she had 
been the idol of the hour, she would sit and 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 55 

hold her mother in her arms until the cold 
night air had chilled her to the very bone, 
for the invalid could not endure a fire in the 
room. No murmur fell from Kate s lips, 
and when the dear sufferer succumbed to 
the disease and passed quietly away, her 
grief was overwhelming. 

But joy trod on the heel of sorrow. A 
presence had come into her life which grew 
to be a part of it. 

He was one whom everybody admired ; 
a man of culture and refinement, an able 
musical critic and no mean musician. 

He had won her heart, and they were 
soon to plight their vows at the marriage 
altar. Some weeks after her mother s death, 
he departed one morning for Paris, with her 
kiss on his lips. In a few hours came the 
news that a channel steamer had collided 
and gone down with all on board. Her 
lover was among them ! 

In a week s time she had left London for 
the Continent ; six months later, she was 
seen again in the gay world of Paris : but 
her face was white and wan, and her spirit 
broken. 



56 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

Her musical studies were kept up, but her 
heart was not in her work ; and when one 
night she appeared at the Theatre des Ital- 
iens, and received an ovation, she broke 
down at the end of the phrase, with stage 
fright. Without ambition to rise above this 
misfortune, she left the stage, her career 
ended. 

A few weeks later, impelled by a craving 
for new sights and surroundings, and a de 
sire for rest far from the scenes of her tri 
umphs and disasters, she arrived in Africa. 



CHAPTER VIII. 
Horses and Riders. 

DONALD LAURE grew more and more mo 
rose ; some grief was silently preying on his 
mind. He could not sleep, and often 
walked the floor of his room during the 
weary hours of the night. 

He became at last so restless that he 
sought the society of a nature stronger than 
his own. This society he found in the com 
pany of Schwatka, who was now a daily vis 
itor at the house. 

Dainty observed his altered appearance, 
but was unable to fathom its cause. 

As his manner grew more and more re 
strained toward her, she unconsciously 
turned to Schwatka, whose equable temper 
ament seemed to invite her confidence and 
her friendship. 

Gradually the Austrian made himself a 



58 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

necessary factor in the lives of both husband 
and wife, and he was her constant attendant 
in her rides and drives over the veldt. 

All this time Dainty was only conscious 
that his presence made her supremely 
happy. He was always thoughtful of her 
welfare, always doing little acts of kind 
ness, which, for the first time in his life, 
were spontaneous. 

She was a refreshing rest to his blase, 
worldly nature. When a man who has be 
come selfish, and therefore cruel, in satisfy 
ing his own vanity, and pandering to his 
own appetites, meets with a fresh, guileless 
soul like Dainty s, he is at once enthralled, 
and, whether he admits it even to himself, 
sets about winning a new toy. 

Herr Schwatka s new delight was a con 
stant surprise to him ; arid as he drew out 
forces in her nature, of whose latent exist 
ence he had been ignorant, she more and 
more revealed charming little traits of char 
acter, which had been hidden from Donald. 

She loved to ride, and heretofore Donald 
had always gladly accompanied her in these 
equestrian pleasures. But as solitude 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 



59 




wrapped 
h i m 11 p 
more and 
more, Schwat- 
ka began to 
take the place at 
her side. As 
soon as the out 
skirts of the town 



60 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

were reached, she would give rein to her 
horse, and together they would speed over 
the veldt. The color came to her cheeks, 
and a sparkle to her eye, which made her 
look like an houri in the rosy morn. 

Kate Darcy s early morning ride was also 
her chief delight. Seated on her horse 
" Beauty," she would leave the camp locked 
in slumber, and scamper across the barren 
waste of country, to greet the first rays of 
the rising sun. Fearless and independent in 
all her actions, she had learned to rely on 
her own judgment, and to adapt herself to 
her surroundings. On several occasions 
she had seen a couple of equestrians appear 
on the horizon ; and as the outline of their 
forms became visible, and she recognized 
Herr Schwatka and Dainty, with a word her 
horse would shoot away in an opposite di 
rection. She knew human nature, and per 
ceived that the Austrian was gaining a 
mental ascendency over her friend. Was 
this to be the beginning of the too-oft re 
peated story of mistaken love ? If so she 
would avoid seeing a human spider weave 
his web at that beautiful hour of the day. 



An I. D. B. in. South Africa. 61 

So she would shake off a sensation of de 
pression, and, in love with dear old Mother 
Nature, free as air she would bound away, 
until they were lost to view ; only so restored 
to mental quiet. With swift and graceful 
motions, " Beauty " flew across the shrub- 
less plain, and when she talked to him ca 
ressingly, he would shake his head and lift 
his ears with as much expression in them 
as in a coquette s eyes, and dash forward 
with a sense of untrammelled delight. 

As "Beauty" leaped ditches and hillocks, 
Kate would laugh aloud with the spirit of 
freedom which filled her ; that spirit which 
fills the air of old Africa, with its spiky 
topped mountains and its barbaric ele 
ments, which exploration, civilization, and 
Christianity have not conquered. The 
sleeping barbarian within wakens more 
or less in every human heart, attuned to 
nature, when in Africa. 

At times, the hollowness and baubles of 
civilization, with its art and science, its 
looms, wheels, and fiery engines, its conven 
tionalities and restrictions, contrasted with 
the sun-baths, health, and ignorance of dis- 



62 Aii I. D. B. in South Africa. 

ease, in the Zulu mind, with its contented 
pastoral existence, its adherence to the laws 
of morality, virtue, and cleanliness, suggests 
the question : "What is gained by civiliza 
tion ? " 

On his arrival in England, old King Cet- 
evvayo innocently asked : 

"When Queen Victoria has all this, why 
does she want my poor little corner of the 
earth ? " 

Herr Schwatka could have won hearts in 
his Vienna home, as food for his vanity. 
Why did lie want to mesmerize this little 
creature ? Why must he bring into her life 
the gewgaws of civilization, the tales of 
wonderful cities where she would be happy, 
and shine like a meteor in a heaven of celes 
tial beauties ? 

Could he, with his mesmeric mentality, 
which would at times rouse her to such a 
pitch that her spirit would become restless 
almost to agony, could he offer her the 
tranquillity of a life which would fold its 
wings in happy security from hidden ene 
mies, and lull her to rest, safe from the 
cruel shafts of the tongues rooted in the 



An /. D. B. in South Africa. 63 

mouths of those hideous moral volcanoes 
who, with the gusts of their smiles and 
flatteries, would overturn and wreck her 
innocent life ? 

Men sometimes act as if they believed 
themselves to be gods. 

Few men live up to the reflection of their 
real selves. Few men are godlike ; there 
fore, few are happy. 



CHAPTER IX. 

Poker and Philosophy. 

THERE were few Americans on the Fields, 
scarcely a score, but you heard from each 
one of them, as an individual, and soon 
learned on what footing you must meet 
him. Were he a gentleman from the 
" States," if you had not heard of that coun 
try, he had, and could give you information 
about it, from its present commander-in- 
chief to the one who in early days first held 
aloft the screaming eagle that invincible 
bird ! a man like himself in one particular 
he could not tell a lie. That is to say, if 
you dared to doubt his word, you could 
immediately have a chance to choose your 
weapons. 

He was celebrated for his talent in form 
ing stock companies, then running up the 



An I. D B. in South Africa. 65 

price of shares and quietly selling out ; 
after which, intimating that he needed a 
vacation, he would return to the States, 
leaving the bubble to burst after his depart 
ure. 

Sometimes he was known as a physician 
who, with his patent medicines, pretended 
to successfully combat those African fevers 
which English flesh is heir to ; or a surgeon 
of skill, with instruments acknowledged to 
be as keen as Damascus blades, compared 
with those with which his English profes 
sional brother was "handicapped." 

He was not less renowned for playing a 
beautiful hand at the (so-called) American 
national game of Poker, and for teaching 
some highly intellectual emissary of Duke 
This and Lord That, who had come out to 
speculate for their Serene Highnesses, how 
neatly the game could be played, provided 
they took a few lessons, and paid well for 
them. 

Among the few Americans on the Fields 
none stood higher in public favor than the 
really skilful surgeon, Dr. Fox, who took a 
deep interest in all public matters. 
5 



66 An I. D. .//. /// South Africa. 

Dr. Fox was sitting in his office puffing 
fit his briar-wood, and thinking of noth 
ing ; a subject which he made it a point 
to reflect on daily, at least one hour of his 
sixteen waking ones. 

He had knocked around the world a good 
deal, and now, among people from every 
where, was " settled " for the time at Kim- 
berley. Strange as it may seem, it was no 
less a fact, that right, here amidst the most 
intense excitement of an easily excited pop 
ulation he had suddenly stumbled across a 
thought. That thought was not to think : 
here where everybody was thinking and 
thinking, he thought of the thought not 
to think. To give his brain a rest, he stop 
ped thinking in the very midst of a deep 
thought. Great scheme ! 

This idea came to him something in this 
wise. He had been walking until he be 
came very tired. Wanting to rest, and not 
being near a convenient hotel, or at home, 
or in any place where he could go to bed. 
he sat down, pulled out his pipe, lit it, and 
smoked. As he smoked he thought ; he 
had not yet learned how not to think. 



An L D. B. in South Africa. 67 

"My body rests while sitting: I do not 
always go to sleep to rest. Why not sit 
down for an hour, and think of nothing, 
and rest my brain by vacancy, instead of 
sleep ?" 

He did so. While resting his body by 
keeping still, he rested his brain by not 
thinking. When the hour expired he said 
to himself : 

" To think constantly on one subject, will 
relax our hold on it. Given a subject we 
think and think on it, until all the grip of 
the brain is lost. I ll give the gray matter 
a rest." 

On this evening, his hour for meditating 
on nothing was interrupted by a visit from 
Herr Schwatka and Major Kildare. 

" Good evening, Doctor." 

"Good evening, gentlemen ; glad to see 
you. Cool night this, after such a hot day. 
These African nights are glorious. Step in 
side," and the doctor led the way to his pri 
vate room. "Now, with your permission, I 
will mix you a concoction, the secret of 
which I learned in New York ; tis a nectar 
fit for men," and turning to the sideboard 



68 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

loaded with lemons, spices, and cooling 
beverages, lie commenced to prepare the 
summer drink whose delights he had ex 
tolled. 

" Do you know," said Kildare, " I have 
not tasted a drop of palatable water since 
I ve been on the Fields?" 

" I have had many encounters with the 
water question, and have subdued, but riot 
yet conquered it. I had a barrel brought 
from the Dam yesterday. The brownish 
liquid you see in that jar is some of it. 
Don t look so disgusted, Major, the little 
water you will drink in the compound I am 
mixing has been filtered through that Faitje 
of powdered charcoal," and the doctor 
pointed to a bag suspended from the ceil 
ing of an adjoining room. . 

Major Kildare was a retired English offi 
cer, who had been sent, as Agent of his 
Grace the Duke of Graberg, to purchase 
from the unsuspecting Boers, at nominal 
sums, their Transvaal farms on which he 
knew there was gold. Many of these farms 
were valueless stone mountains, but if His 
Grace the Duke allowed his name to appear 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 69 

at the head of the great South African gold 
mining company, it must be a good thing to 
invest in. 

The Agent had an original idea so he 
thought as to the way a certain game of 
cards should be played, suggested by an 
American Diplomat at the Court of St. 
James, from whom he had taken several ex 
pensive lessons. 

He unfolded his scheme to the two gen 
tlemen present, and proposed a practical ex 
hibition of his science. Dr. Fox, having 
limited the game to eleven o clock, at which 
hour lie had an appointment with two other 
M.D. s, for an important consultation, con 
sented, and then proceeded to become in 
itiated in the mysteries of the game of 
Poker, as taught by an Englishman, and in 
endeavoring to graduate in it, lost several 
large sums of money. The three played 
until Herr Schwatka protested that he was 
no match for the other two, and withdrew 
from the game. 

The Yankee Doctor soon began to exhibit 
signs of having known perhaps in some 
pre-historic existence which he was just be- 



70 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

ginning to remember something of how 
the game should be played himself. 

"Doctor," said Schwatka, "if I could 
develop so great a talent as you have, in 
so short a time, at a game you seemed to 
know but little of, I should stop giving 
medicine for a living." 

" Ah ! would you," replied the doctor. 
" I rarely do give medicine. Five out of 
every ten physicians give their patients med 
icine simply to follow traditions. The friend 
of my boyhood, old Dr. Snow, used to say, 
that giving medicine to a patient, is like go 
ing into a dark room where your friend is in 
mortal combat with an enemy. All is dark, 
not a ray of light to distinguish friend from 
foe. You raise a club and strike in the loca 
tion of the struggle. If you miss your friend 
and hit his foe, your friend is saved ! " 

"The deal is with you, Doctor." 

11 Excuse me for talking shop, though 
you ll have to charge that to Herr 
Schwatka," said the doctor, dealing. " How 
many cards, Major ? " 

"Two." 

" I ll chance one." 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 



"What is it that makes people sick?" 
continued Schwatka. 

" It is often fear that makes people ill. 
They fear this and fear 
that ; their thoughts dwell 




upon a dread disease, or 
they apprehend some danger 
in business affairs, until their thoughts are 
so saturated with the dread, that it is im 
possible to escape from it." 

" This looks good for a pound," put in 
the major. 



72 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

" I ll see that and raise you five," said the 
doctor. 

" I ll see that five and go you five better," 
said Kildare. 

"I ll see that and raise you ten," returned 
the doctor. 

" Call you, Doctor. You can t scare me 
with a bob-tail flush." The doctor threw his 
cards in the pack. The major smiled as he 
raked in the stakes, and asked the doctor 
to continue on his theory. 

" Many men," he observed, "of supposed 
integrity on the Fields, are illicit diamond 
buyers. They are constantly haunted by 
the fear of detection, and they will try to 
deceive themselves into the belief that the 
dread that is eating them up is some liver 
or stomach trouble, and they come to the 
doctor for relief. That they are tracked by 
this invisible foe no further proof is needed 
than the fact that last year six of our lead 
ing business men committed suicide. Fear 
is a ghost which stalks to and fro over the 
earth, forever haunting the imaginations of 
men." 

"Raise you a fiver," called the major. 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 73 

" See that, and ten better," replied the 
doctor. 

"Call you, doctor." 

" Queens." 

"Never bet on the women, Doctor; 
Kings." 

" Heavy betting for so light a hand," re 
marked Herr Schwatka. 

" I ve won a thousand with a smaller. 
It s sand, not cards, that wins at Poker. 
Half past ten ! as I have to be present at 
an interesting surgical operation, within the 
next hour, I think we had better discontinue 
our game." 



CHAPTER X. 

An Explosion or Two. 

" WE have time for a game or two yet, 
Doctor, and let us make it a Jack-pot," said 
the major. 

"All right. I ll open it for a pound, "said 
the doctor, looking at two cards. 

" I low many cards will you have?" 

" I ll stand pat." 

"I ll take three." 

"Major, I think these are worth a fiver." 

"Mine are worth ten." 

"Well, let me see. I ll see that ten and 
raise you twenty." 

" Kilters won t work in a Jack-pot. I 
think you re bluffing with that pat hand." 

" It will only cost you twenty pounds 
more to find out." 

"I ll see that twenty and raise you fifty," 
said the major. 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 75 

There is your fifty, and one hundred on 
top. Now your curiosity may be more ex 
pensive. I think it will take all that to 
make me even," rejoined the doctor. The 
Englishman hesitated, and raised it another 
hundred. 

"Well, here goes; I ll call you. I don t 
like high play among friends, Major. What 
have you got ?" 

The major dropped three kings and two 
aces. The doctor showed four sixes. 

" I thought you played with sand, and not 
with cards, Doctor," remarked the major, 
sarcastically. 

"They are botli useful in the game of 
poker," replied the doctor as he tipped 
back in his chair. 

The major s face showed signs of annoy 
ance, but witli a forced calmness he said : 

" It is early yet ; shall we not continue ?" 

"I think we have played long enough for 
one sitting," responded the doctor. " It is 
eleven now ; recollect my consultation. I 
trust you may have better luck next time." 

"I hardly think it quite square to quit, 
and I so heavy a loser." 



76 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

11 I am not accustomed to having my 
squareness questioned, Major. My record 
here and elsewhere shows no entry of unfair 
play ; but we will not continue this line of 
conversation. Gentlemen, you are my 
guests." 

" Herr Schwatka is your friend, and mine. 
He shall settle the question," continued the 
major, turning to Schwatka. 

" I beg you, gentlemen," said Schwatka, 
" to arrange this matter without any quarrel." 

" Herr Schwatka," said the doctor, slow 
ly, "there will be no quarrel. It takes two 
to make one, and I shall not be a party. I 
merely say, that long play, and high play, 
tends to mar friendship, and we cannot af 
ford to be other than friends." 

" Dr. Fox, I regret that I have met a card 
sharper, instead of a gentleman," cried the 
major, choking with rage. 

" Major, do not lose your temper so 
cheaply. Name your loss and I will return 
the sum to you." 

The brow of Kildare clouded as black as 
night, and he fiercely exclaimed : 

"Do you mean to insult me, sir? I am 



An 1. D. B. in South Africa. 77 

no beggar to ask alms. You add insult to 
injury, and shall answer for it." 

He and Schwatka had risen to their feet 
during this heated colloquy. The doctor 
alone remained seated. 

Leaning his arm on the table he said, in 
a low and firm voice : 

" Major, you and I cannot afford to fight. 
All know you are a brave man. Your cour 
age, as the world interprets that sentiment, 
no one would question." 

The quiet, unimpassioned tone of Dr. 
Fox seemed to subdue the fiery major, who 
resumed his seat as the doctor proceeded : 

"My definition of the word courage, 
differs widely from the general acceptation 
of its meaning. Why does the commander 
of a regiment rush to the front, and lead 
his men to the charge ? Paradoxical as it 
may seem, fear, fear is the impelling force ; 
fear lest he be thought a coward. I have 
looked down the barrel of a shot-gun, in a 
country where men go gunning for men, as 
you do for chance-hits at fledgelings at the 
game of poker." 

Here the doctor rose, and proceeded to 



7 8 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

the side-board ; as he mixed a drink, he con 
tinued : 

"I am alone in the world, with no family 
ties. You have a wife and fam 
ily. Would it be a heroic act 
for me to accept a 
challenge from 




you and perchance kill you ? 
No, Major, I confess I am too 
much of a coward to meet the 
anguished looks of those whom my 
hand had widowed and orphaned. If you will 
drop in here any evening, I shall be pleased 
to give you the opportunity of getting even. 



Aii I. D. B. in South Africa. 79 

Before Kildare could reply, a terrific roar 
and cannonading smote the air. The three 
men gazed in silence at each other, with as 
tonishment depicted on their faces. As the 
cannonading continued, they rushed to the 
door, and there in the bright moonlight 
perceived a column of smoke rising to the 
height of near a thousand feet. 

Looking at it, Schwatka exclaimed : 

"The unexpected is constantly occurring 
in this town. Earthquakes shake the mine, 
causing the reef to fall, thereby covering up 
valuable ground which must be laboriously 
unearthed again. Explosions in the mines 
follow on the heels of some accident caused 
by machinery giving way, and so it goes on, 
ad infinitnm. What s this last infernal noise 
about, I wonder ? " 

This disturbance was beyond the under 
standing of those men, w r ho had forgotten 
all their differences of the evening, in gaz 
ing at that strange and monstrous cloud 
rising in the air, and hanging over them 
with threatening aspect, as if it would de 
scend upon the town and destroy it. 

As the noise continued, they went out into 



8o An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

the compound, and walked in the direction 
of the sound. 

The midnight hour is devoted to blasting 
in the mines, but it was not yet midnight. 
Hastening on their way to the scene of the 
cannonading, a man approached, leading 
Mrs. Laure s, favorite servant, Bela. He 
was covered with blood, and, holding his 
hand to his face, moaned piteously. The 
doctor perceived that the boy s face had 
been terribly torn by a flying missile. 

"What is the cause of all this noise?" 
asked the doctor. 

" The powder magazines are blown up," 
replied the man. 

"Which ones?" 

The whole thirty." 

" What do you say ? Not thirty tons of 
dynamite ? " 

"Yes, together with the gelatine and the 
cartridges. You needn t go any further, 
this boy needs your attention. I will leave 
him in your care, Doctor, and return to the 
scene of the disaster." 

" I will go with you," said Kildare. Dr. 
Fox, accompanied by Herr Schwatka, re- 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 81 

turned to his office with Bela. On examin 
ing the boy, the doctor found it necessary to 
use his surgical skill on the boy s eye, which 
had been torn from its socket. 

"Well, Bela," said Schwatka, "this is a 
sorry piece of business, but as one of your 
most interesting characteristics is lack of 
beauty, your value may be enhanced by the 
loss of an optic ! Your mistress will be sorry 
to lose you, for she could not endure to see 
you around her disfigured in this way." 
He left Bela with the doctor, and sauntered 
out. After Schwatka had gone, Dr. Fox 
gazed some time at Bela, then sat down and 
wrote a letter to a London oculist, ready for 
that d:iy s English mail, ordering a glass eye 
for Bela, to be sent to him immediately. 

" Yes," mused the doctor, " I can place an 
artificial eye in that socket, that will make 
you again presentable," and taking the boy 
by the hand, accompanied him to the hos 
pital, and placed him in charge of those 
self-sacrificing women, who devote their 
lives to the alleviation of human pain, ut 
terly forgetful of self, in the divine love 
which shines through them. 



82 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

Although Bela was called " boy " by many, 
he was nearly forty years of age. It is the 
custom of the white men to call the blacks 
" boys," in speaking to them. 

Bela was a " Bosjesman " or Bushman, 
with features of the negro type, and short 
crispy black hair. He was about four feet 
in height, being one of a race of pigmies, 
now nearly extinct. They are the oldest 
race known in Africa. Though living in 
the midst of foreign tribes of warriors of 
large stature, their traditions tell of a 
mighty nation who dwelt in caves and holes 
in the ground, who were great elephant 
hunters, and who used poisoned arrows in 
warfare. 



CHAPTER XI. 

A Visit to a Diamond Mine. 

As Dainty Laure and Kate Darcy stood 
on the edge of the Kimberley Mine, it was 
with a feeling of awe that Kate looked down 
into its depths filled with Kafirs and their 
white overseers, and saw those endless ca 
ble wires extending from the brink to the 
bottom of the mine. The huge buckets re 
sembled spiders at work, ascending until 
they reached the edge of the bowl, when 
they would drop their spoils into cars which 
stood waiting for them, and which in turn 
would crawl off. and away to the " floor," 
where they deposited their load, leaving 
the spiders to return to their task in the 
bottom of the mine. 

On the arrival of Donald, Schwatka, and 
the ladies at the Company s office, they 
were conducted to the brink of the shaft 



84 An 7. D. B. in South Africa. 

sunk by a. countryman of Kate s, which 
was the first successful attempt made in 
that direction. 

Entering an elevator about six feet 
square, whicli was waiting to receive them, 
they slowly descended to the depth of two 
hundred feet. The earth had been probed 
to three times that depth, but the shaft had 
not as yet been sunk deeper. From the 
bottom of the shaft was a tunnel reaching 1 
to the mine, a distance of two hundred 
feet. It seemed like looking through an 
inverted telescope. 

In this tunnel was laid a tramway, on 
which cars were constantly going to and 
from the mine. 

They walked through the tunnel until an 
opening was reached, then stepped out on 
a ledge, and found themselves in the mine, 
on the precious blue soil ; with hundreds 
of Kafirs working below, under the inspec 
tion of overseers, who would occasionally 
draw a gem from under the spade of one of 
the delvers. From there they looked up 
ward to the sun, glaring hot and bright over 
them, and then to the brink of the mine, 



An /. D. B. in South Africa. 85 

where men seemed like small boys moving 
about. 

It was a strange sensation to stand and 
gaze around on this comparatively recent 
discovery, and contemplate what had been 
accomplished, and reflect on the strange 
chance that had unearthed so much mag 
nificent wealth. 

"Mr. Laure, how has this bed of dia 
monds been formed ?" asked Miss Darcy. 

" The mine is thought to be the pipe of 
an extinct volcano, and it is supposed that 
the diamondiferous soil containing garnets, 
ironstone, crystals, and diamonds, has been 
thrown up by the action of the great heat 
of this volcano," replied Donald, "and there 
seems to be no end of the glorious riches 
of this bed of diamonds." 

" Well," continued Kate, "it is difficult to 
realize that this monster pit has been hewn 
out in so short a time by man. Nothing 
daunts him in his frantic search for 
wealth." 

" Those white men you see are overseers. 
Each overseer has from ten to fifteen Kafirs 
under his eye, to see that they do not con- 



86 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

ceal diamonds, as they turn over the blue 
stuff as we call it," said Schwatka. " Not 
withstanding the utmost watchfulness, they 
contrive to steal and secrete the gems about 
their persons in inconceivable ways. As 
an incentive to his vigilance each overseer 
is given a portion of the profits on all dia 
monds found under his watchful eyes. An 
overseer picked up the Porter Rhodes dia 
mond, and his share of the profits made 
him a wealthy man." 

" Do these overseers detect many Kafirs 
in the act of stealing ?" 

" No, Miss Darcy. A Kafir s counte 
nance is so immovable, that it is unread 
able. Looking right at the overseer he 
will work a diamond in between his toes, 
and thus convey it out of the mine. He 
eludes the keenest vigilance by concealing 
the gems in his w r oolly hair, and under 
his tongue, and even by swallowing them. 
A stray dog will receive into his shag 
gy back, a valuable stone, and carry it 
around with him, until relieved of it by 
the Kafir." 

"The working of the mine must be at- 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 



87 




I 



sWfr- tended with great 

expense, and these 

natives must seem like vampires to the 
claim-holders," said Kate. 

" That is true. Two years ago there were 



88 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

one million carats of diamonds taken out of 
the Kimberley Mine, while those of Dutoits 
Pan and Bultfontein yielded no less than 
seven hundred thousand carats. About one 
quarter of this enormous product was stolen 
by the Kafirs employed in the mines, and 
sold by them to the I. D. B. s, who are often 
respected and licensed diamond buyers. 
The large number of jewels stolen by the 
blacks while working in the mines has led 
the Government to make stringent laws to 
regulate their purchase and sale." 

"How do these Kafirs know to whom to 
sell their booty?" asked Kate. 

"Most of the natives who work in the 
mines have friends in service in the town ; 
and it is through their assistance that they 
dispose of the stolen diamonds. These 
house servants form the acquaintance of 
some illicit diamond buyer, or I. D. B., as 
he is pithily called, to whom they sell the 
precious stones. There is a fascination to 
some men engaged in this traffic which far 
excels that of any other species of gambling. 
If they win, they leave for Europe compar 
atively rich men in a few years, but they 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 89 

run such risks of detection that it makes 
life unbearable to a man troubled with a 
conscience." 

"Are the diamonds from this soil as fine 
as those taken from the Brazilian mines?" 

"That is a question that is raised by 
many, but there is no doubt that the South 
African or Cape diamond is as pure and 
brilliant as any from Brazil. Most of the 
crown jewels of Europe, renowned for 
their history no less than their intrinsic 
worth, came from India. The Koh-i-noor 
was owned by an East Indian chief, five 
thousand years ago. The Indian mines 
were eclipsed by the Brazilian, which in 
their turn have yielded to the fame of those 
of South Africa the largest in the world." 



CHAPTER XII. 

Strolling among Riches. 

As Kate watched the Kafirs fill the buck 
ets with the diamondiferous soil, she un 
derstood the fascination which kept men 
tarrying in that hot climate, hoping that 
some lucky turn of the pick or spade might 
unearth for them a fortune. 

While they were standing on the ledge of 
blue stuff extending from the tunnel, Don 
ald moved a short distance from them when 
a stone fell at his feet. It was thrown in 
such a manner, that he knew it was not ac 
cidental. His countenance never changed, 
and he stood perfectly still for several min 
utes, then strolled leisurely back to the 
mouth of the tunnel. As he did so, a 
Kafir s voice in a low tone said : " Ba-a-as ! " 

Donald wheeled, and there in a dark an 
gle of the excavation where it led into an 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 91 

inner chamber, stood a native who had been 
pushing the cars through the tunnel as the 
party entered it. 

He held up between his thumb and fin 
ger something white, like a large lump of 
alum. Donald stood a few seconds with 
his hands in his pockets, eying him in 
tently, then took a few steps, looked down 
the tunnel and listened attentively for any 
sound in the opposite direction ; the next 
moment he had made three strides toward 
the boy and taken the diamond from his 
hand, when two shadows fell across his 
pathway. He glanced up and beheld 
Dainty and Schwatka. He closed his hand 
over the gem and put it in his pocket. The 
two men looked at each other without 
speaking, and then as Herr Schwatka s 
eyes filled with a fine scorn they fell on 
Dainty, and there was an instantaneous 
change of expression in them, which he 
concealed by turning his face. Speaking 
in a bantering tone, he said : 

"Donald prefers darkness to light! I 
think, Mrs. Laure, that if he does not re 
gain his sunny disposition, you will have to 



92 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

take him away from the camp for a vaca 
tion." 

Dainty had observed the look which 
passed between her husband and Schwatka, 
but did not understand its meaning. 

She had not perceived the diamond in 
Donald s hand, for she had been picking 
her way to the entrance of the tunnel, and 
had approached it with her eyes cast down, 
until her companion came to a standstill. 

She understood the meaning of that look 
later. How often a cloud passes over us 
surcharged with power, to which we are in 
different, until it is revealed to us by some 
lightning flash of memory. 

The Kafir had immediately taken hold of 
his car, and wheeled it into an inner cham 
ber, but not before Dainty had noted that 
he was a Fingo boy, who often came to the 
house on errands for Donald. The beads, 
earrings, and ornaments with which the na 
tives adorn themselves, and also the style 
of wearing the hair, distinguish one tribe 
of Kafirs from another ; and these pecu 
liarities were well known to Dainty. 

As Miss Darcy joined them, they returned 



An /. D. B. in South Africa. 93 

to the shaft, entered the elevator, and soon 
arrived at the Company s office. 

The day s "wash-up" of the diamonds 
was next seen, and the assorting of them on 
the " sorting " table (which is very agreeable 
work to those who are looking for a prize 
and find it, but a little tedious if the labors 
result in failure) was gone through, and 
some fine brilliants found. 

It was about five o clock in the afternoon 
on their return home that they strolled 
through the diamond market, a street of 
one-story houses built of corrugated iron, 
with the interiors very simply finished. 
They visited the offices of several diamond 
buyers, representing Parisian, English, Vi 
ennese, and Holland houses in this branch 
of trade. They were of all nations, those 
of Jewish origin predominating, and the 
visitors were received with the utmost cour 
tesy. 

The contents of their safes, stored with 
precious stones awaiting the departure of 
the English mail, packets of gems contain 
ing from ten to one hundred carats weight, 
were freely exhibited ; and Kate almost 



94 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

wished that she too might enter the fasci 
nating trade of buying and selling dia 
monds. 

Proceeding on their way to the hotel, they 
passed through the market square which 
was strewn with the merchandise of the 
country. It was difficult to say whether 
the mine they had recently left was even as 
interesting as the exhibit of wealth lying 
before them, brought from a great distance 
in the interior ; that delightful unknown 
country, with its lions, leopards, ivory, and 
impregnable strongholds of savage chiefs 
and adventurous traders. 

The life of this latter class is as interest 
ing to contemplate as are the fruits of their 
labor and skill. They go into the strange 
country where the Tse fly stings their horses 
to death, and where they must fight the still 
more deadly fevers. If they survive and 
manage to crawl out yellow and wan, the 
fervid life still holds out its charms for 
them, and they return to it again with the 
same eagerness ; the voice of adventure 
drowns the admonitory tones of ease and 
safety. 




Jfc 



96 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

On the corner of the market square, sat a 
Coolie woman, about thirty years of age, of 
diminutive form. In her native costume 
of many bright-hued silk handkerchiefs 
draped around her limbs, neck, and head, 
with the gold ring hanging from the nose, 
the earrings surrounding the entire outer 
edge of the ear, bracelets, anklets, and arm 
lets, she presented a perfect type of this 
semi-barbaric country. 

Sitting there beside her basket of oranges 
and melons, she fitted like a mosaic into the 
strange scene before them. 

A little farther on was a trader s wagon, 
about fourteen feet long, and four and a 
half feet wide, piled high with skins of the 
leopard, silver jackal, tiger, hyena, and rare 
black fox. These skins, or karosses, as 
they are called, were as soft to the touch as 
a velvet robe, and had none of that hard 
thickness which characterize the cured 
skins of our wild animals. The natives are 
experts in the curing of these skins, and de 
liver them to the traders sewed together as 
neatly as a Parisian kid-glove, with thread 
made from the sinews of wild animals. 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 97 

As they strolled along, the next objects 
which attracted their attention were the 
large-sized oxen with their enormously long 
and graceful horns. 

These animals are the especial pride of 
the Boer farmer, who cares more for his 
span of sixteen handsomely-matched oxen 
than for any other object, animate or inani* 
mate, on his farm. The particular cattle 
which attracted their notice were beautifully 
spotted black and white, with hides shining 
like satin. As Kate approached one of 
them, and reached out her hand, she could 
not touch the line of his back-bone, even 
when standing on tip-toe. 

They stood there, huge creatures, with 
their horns towering in the air. 

They would have made a fortune for the 
brush of a Bonheur. 

It can hardly excite wonder that such 
animals gain so much affection. The trad 
er s wagon to which they were yoked was 
loaded with ivory tusks, valuable furs, os 
trich feathers, and other rich and singular 
merchandise. One feather, a yard long and 
half a yard wide from tip to tip, passed into 
7 



98 An L D. B. in South Africa. 

Kate s possession. It was a plume no less 
beautiful than rare. 

" These feathers," said Kate, regarding 
the gift with admiration, " do not look like 
the flossy, saucy, flirty things which appear 
on ladies hats, strewing coquettish shad 
ows over the face. They resemble those 
ugly awkward trailing bits of vanity which 
weep from their hats after a heavy rain, 
when they have neglected to carry that 
every-day English article of dress, an um 
brella ! They are as ugly as the bird from 
which they are plucked, until some uncon 
scionable merchant brings the tempting 
merchandise to town, and places it in the 
hands of the milliner. Then the great play 
of * My Milliner s Bill is enacted, hus 
bands and fathers are ruined by its repre 
sentation, while the women, pretty pieces 
of vanity, get free tickets to the show." 



CHAPTER XIII. 
A Morning Ride. 

ONE bright summer s morning in the lat 
ter part of November, as Dr. Fox was on 
his way to visit a patient living in Dutoits 
Pan, he turned his horses heads into the 
street where lived Miss Kate Darcy. 

As he neared the house of his country 
woman, in whom he had recently come to 
take a deep interest, she appeared descend 
ing the steps of the verandah which sur 
rounded the house. He spoke to his horses, 
and they increased their speed, reaching the 
curbstone as Miss Darcy opened the gate. 

"Good- morning, Miss Darcy," said he, 
"out for a walk ? Would that I were also 
walking ! " 

Kate looked up brightly and smiled. 

" Good-morning," said she, "would that I 
were also riding ! " 

Dr. Fox s eyes held a gleam of pleasure, 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 101 

and springing lightly from the carriage, 
said, " I shall admit of no retreat after that. 
I am going to Dutoits Pan, a,nd you must 
go with me." 

Kate readily entered the carriage, the 
doctor seated himself by her side, and the 
horses sped away. 

" Is there not a sort of indefinable recog 
nition of approach and presence, by which 
we may sometimes become aware of the 
proximity of people before seeing them ? " 
began the doctor. " I was thinking of you 
as I rode along, and here you are ! " 

Kate did not say that she had also thought 
of the doctor that morning. She only re 
plied : 

"Yes, I think there is often something of 
that sort. And recognition goes farther, 
too. We may often see a man s invisible 
soul, paradoxically speaking, against his 
will, and without desire. There is some 
thing, too, about a person that radiates, as 
it were, and unconsciously to himself and 
others affects those with whom he comes 
in contact. I suppose it affects sometimes 
from afar, as I did you this morning." 



102 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

Dr. Fox looked at Kate curiously. 

You are a novelty in this part of the 
world," he said. " I suppose no other 
woman this side an ocean voyage could talk 
like that." 

" That may be true," said Kate, unaffect 
edly. " Women about here are not thinkers 
along certain lines. But I have a belief 
that moral and spiritual atmosphere has 
an extent and influence of which we little 
dream." 

There was silence for a moment. Then, 
with a quick transition, Kate again spoke : 

"Isn t this glorious? I am never hap 
pier than when I am behind fine horses, rid 
ing over a good road." 

"I think, then, I see the way to giving 
you happiness," said the doctor, "and at 
the same time getting a good deal for my 
self. You seem like a bit of my native land 
again." 

"Of the earth, earthy ?" queried Kate. 

" How can you ! " cried the doctor, " but 
you are the first American woman I have 
seen in two years, and you are tremendously 
Yankee." 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 103 

"Pray, what is tremendously Yankee?" 
asked Kate. 

" Oh. delightfully individual ! that is a 
trait of our countrymen yours and mine. 
One sees it in you when you cross the floor, 
or do any other everyday thing. You could 
not conceal your nationality." 

" We do not try to conceal what we take 
pride in. I am proud of being an American. 
Dear old America, I have not seen it in five 
years." 

" So long ? What have you been doing ? " 

"I have had a career," said Kate, quietly. 

" Tell me about your career," said the 
doctor. " I have lived here two years, as 
you know. When you have tarried so long, 
you will want to know, as deeply as you 
can, the first congenial spirit that comes to 
Africa and finds you." 

" What, two long years in Africa ! Noth 
ing could induce me to stay in such a land 
so long." 

" The improbable, even the seemingly 
impossible things, often come to pass, Miss 
Darcy. Now, please, are you going to tell 
me about your career ? " 



104 An /. D. B. in South Africa. 

" It won t be long." 

" What your career ? " 

"No the story of it. There was a good 
deal of career. While I was living it, it 
seemed as if there would never be any end 
to it, and I often wished for any other life 
but that. It came to an end only a few 
months ago. It seems like a dream of cen 
turies." 

" You must have been very young when 
you began, for you " 

" Don t look all those centuries, eh ? " 
said Kate, laughingly. " Why, I am twenty- 
eight." She then gave him an outline of 
her life, with the heartache left out. Al 
though Kate was of an ardent imaginative 
temperament, she never sentimentally 
dwelt on her griefs. 

By tliis time they had reached their des 
tination. The call was short, the doctor 
taking little time to listen to the recount 
ing of aches and pains. Me braced his hy- 
pochondriacal patient up. by telling him that 
he was far better than he had expected to 
find him, and before the invalid could re 
lapse, the doctor had gone. But the man 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 105 

was better, of course, for had not the doctor 
told him so ? 

"You have returned quickly," said Kate. 
" Is your patient better ? " 

" The patient? Oil yes, he s all right. I 
will bring my galvanic battery with me next 
time, and just give him a little homoeopathic 
earthquake. Don t let us talk about these 
sick people. You don t look as if sick sub 
jects would be appropriate to your thoughts 
or conversation." 



CHAPTER XIV. 

An Unexpected Declaration. 

" I HAVE never had time to think of being 
sick myself, or to think of myself in any 
way. I used to worry over every thing, 
and strove to gather sufficient force in one 
day to last a week, but the effort was use 
less. I now realize that I am not doing this 
living. I am being lived. There is much 
rest to me in that thought." 

"You speak in riddles," said the doctor, 
"how can an unimaginative fellow like me 
solve the mystery of I am being lived ? " 

" It is not a riddle, and it is not for the 
imaginative," said Kate. "It is reality of 
which I speak. We talk of the burden of 
life. But life is not a burden. If you look 
about at the over-burdened world you will 
find that its people are weighed down with 
loads of their own accumulation. Appre 
hension, fretfulness, discontent a thousand 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 107 

things dissipate the strength and happi 
ness of mortals. I have come to believe 
that individual life, as it was given from 
the hand of God, is a fulness not a strife. 
Tiie familiar old figure of speech, Life is 
a river, expresses it to me, and the river 
just flows along and takes all the goodly 
streams that flow into it all the length of its 
course. So it grows and is filled, not filling 
itself." 

" But don t you see, Miss Darcy, that the 
river must also take all the bad that flows 
into it." 

" But don t you see," asked Kate, " that 
pursuing its course to the great ocean it 
purifies and brings to sparkling clearness 
all that comes to it. That is always the re 
sult of patient and cheerful acceptance." 

It is in unexpected places and at unex 
pected times that we most often find our 
selves speaking of heart-experiences, and 
spiritual beliefs and attainments. To Dr. 
Fox this was a rare occasion. In the life 
he had known since he had left his native 
shores, the questions of the hour arising for 
the earnest thinker had not been presented 



io8 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

to him. Like other men away from the in 
fluence of home and intelligent high-toned 
womanhood, he had drifted into careless 
modes of thought. 

The ease that comes from a happy-go- 
lucky philosophy is not the peace that 
comes of trust. Dr. Fox felt this with a 
startling clearness. Through the woman by 
his side came the white, searching light of 
a pure soul within, shining upon his own 
and revealing the barrenness of life without 
earnestness. How had she readied her 
spiritual altitude amid the ambitions and 
crushing disappointments of her past ? 

" Miss Darcy," said the doctor, " you are 
one of the rare beings who see only the 
good in every thing. You seem to know no 
other force. This may do for women, but 
how can men, with grosser natures, come 
into such a wide place ?" 

Kate looked at her companion with brave, 
open eyes, and she longed to impart her 
own earnestness to him. Every good woman 
is a natural moral reformer. 

" Why," said Kate, "do men leave women 
lonely on spiritual heights ? The men, too, 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 109 

are gods if they did but know it. Shall 
women have all the riches and delights of 
inward content ? To live in harmony with 
our source means perfect health, and the 
attainment of our heart s desire, for then 
there can be no friction, no uncontrollable 
conditions. Why should not men without 
skepticism or half-heartedness accept and 
know the truth ?" 

" But you see, Miss Darcy, men would 
become dreamers, not workers. I fear we 
must leave the angel-side of existence to 
you, only stipulating that you do not fly 
away from us entirely." 

" That is the trouble with a man," said 
Kate, "he calls the strongest force in the 
world a dream. As for the women flying 
away don t think it. They love to stay 
where they can keep the men in sight." 

She laughed. Laughter and tears were 
always close by with Kate. 

" I believe," she continued, " most men 
think that thoughts of this sort are to be 
saved for the occupying of eternal years. 
Whereas Eternity always was, and now is. 
We are living in the Eternal Now." 



no An I. D. 7?. in South Africa. 

" You think that men and women could 
be companions in this thought?" queried 
the doctor. 

"I do. To be companions in the married 
or unmarried state, is just the rarest happi 
ness in the world, but we are demanding it. 
It is the desire of the heart, and we will 
have it. Man stands for Love. Woman 
for Intelligence, Intuition. The Woman, 
no matter how intellectual, is ever craving 
for Love, ever seeking it. When Love on 
the one hand, and Intelligence and Intu 
ition on the other, meet in this belief in 
the one Force, and recognize in each other 
the desire of their hearts and cry out, 
I have found you, the two become one 
Spirit." 

" Why do you say Man is Love ? I have 
always thought he represented Intelligence." 

" Is not Cupid a boy ? " replied Kate 
saucily. 

The doctor touched the horses with the 
whip, and they sped along the road. There 
was silence for a few moments, when Kate 
broke it by saying : 

" I shall remember this ride with pleas- 



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lire, Doctor, as it will probably be the last 
one I shall take with you before my depart 
ure for other scenes." 

The reins fell idly on the doctor s lap, 
and the horses dropped into a walk. Horses 
have a trick of accommodating themselves 
to the moods of their drivers. 

The doctor s face lost its look of enthusi 
asm. 

" When do you go, and where do you 
go ? " he asked. 

" 1 want to leave the Fields during the 
hot Christmas holidays, and have arranged 
to go to that pretty little spot not far away 
Bloemfontein. " 

" I am sorry you are going away," said 
the doctor, " but I should be sorrier if it 
were further from Kimberley. It seems a 
short time since you came here." 

"Short stays make long friends," said 
Kate. 

"Then I shall come and make short 
stays," exclaimed the doctor, with a return 
to something like gaiety. 

" Do " said Kate. " I mean do come. 

I don t mean make short stays ! " 



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I. D. B. in So it tli Africa. 



" Of course you will return to Kimber- 
ley?" 

<; I hardly think I shall," replied Kate. 

" Is there nothing that I can say that 
could induce you to return ?" The doctor 
said this with an accent on the personal 
pronoun " I." 

Kate did not think for a moment that it 
meant anything more than gallantry, but 
something in the tone of his voice made her 
look into his face. The doctor was looking 
at her in that manly way of his, and she an 
swered his look, with one as sweetly wom 
anly, but hesitated to frame any words, 
for the right ones would not come. Where 
now was Kate s fluency of speech ? He laid 
his hand over hers, resting passively in her 
lap, and said : 

" Pardon me for revealing my feelings 
toward you. Don t speak now. I cannot 
expect you to come to my quick conclu 
sions in a matter like this. Kate, you are 
my ideal woman. Only that man who has 
daily before him his ideal for inspiration 
can hope to attain his highest manhood. 
When I make a farewell call upon you 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 113 

before my trip to England, tell 
me if I have gone farther 
than you can go with me." 
Kate sat in a twilight 
~~^ happiness and 
her lips were 
dumb. She 
could nei- 




ther encourage nor 

deny. Her past was before her. She re 
membered the time when she had laid her 



ii4 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

young heart on the altar of an early love. 
Could it be possible she could find happi 
ness in the love of another ? Should she 
take into the joyousness of her existence, 
won by submission and an exalted spiritual 
life, a new relationship ? 

The doctor s manner showed neither em 
barrassment nor anxiety. He had the as 
surance of a nature that knows what it 
wants as the satisfaction of love, and that 
can say, " I want you for my wife. Come ! " 
intending to take no denial. Then the wom 
an, contented in his love, is willing to say, 
" I will love, honor, and obey," for her yoke 
is the yoke of love, and her burden light, 
because she is evenly yoked. He was sure 
that he could make Kate Darcy happy. It 
should be her own fault if he did not. A 
vision of such a home as could be counted 
by thousands in his own happy land was 
before him. If this woman had drank of 
the elixir of life, she should by her com 
panionship share her cup with him. By 
her own story she had grown younger with 
years. She should share her perfected 
vouth with him. 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 115 

This was a strange couple. Not a word 
more of the mysteries of life and love es 
caped them. They talked as though they 
were henceforth sane on all subjects. The 
horses once more became swift. It is well 
that horses, if they can hear and compre 
hend, cannot talk. 



CHAPTER XV. 

An Abrupt Awakening. 

" FINGO boy here, Ba-a-as," said a Coolie 
servant, as he entered the room where Laure 
was sitting, on the third day after the visit 
to the mine. 

"Where is he?" 

"In kitchen." 

A cloud darkened Laure s face ; after a 
moment s hesitation he told the Coolie to 
send the boy to him. The Fingo boy, who 
had handed the diamond to Laure in the 
tunnel, entered the room, and standing near 
the door waited for him to speak. 

"Well, Fingo," said Laure, in a pleasant 
tone of voice, "you are around early this 
morning shut the door. What can I do 
for you ? " 

" Come to see bout dat big, white dia 
mond." 



An I. D. B. in SoutJi Africa. 117 

" Ah, yes ; now how much shall I give you 
for it? It lias a flaw in it, you know." 

" Let Fingo boy see. Kafir want see 
hole in diamond." 

" I haven t it about me. It isn t safe to 
have such a stone around. I may never 
have a chance to sell it," said Laure, firmly, 
looking at the Kafir. 

" Dat good stone, Ba-a-as. Bring big 
money. Mus have money fo dat." 

What have you done with all the money 
I have given you, Fingo ?" 

"Me save him. Me buy cows, pony." 

" It won t do for you to have so much 
gold about you. Detectives will get you 
and put you in the chain gang." 

" Me hide it way off. Nobody find it ! " 

" Well how much shall I give you for it ? " 

" Hunder pound." 

" Too much. It isn t worth it. I ll give 
you eighty, or you may come to-morrow and 
I ll give it back to you," said Laure, who 
was pretty certain that the Kafir would 
hardly dare hunt for a buyer, as many a 
buyer, though an illicit one, would bring 
him before the authorities and compel him 



n8 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

to disgorge, simply to throw the detectives 
off the scent in regard to himself. The 
Fingo hesitated for a moment or two, and 
then accepted the offer. 

" Going back to work to-day ? " asked 
Laure. 

" No ! Me go way soon as me sell nother 
big white diamond me hab. Me buy wife, 
get big Kraal. Hab plenty ox, cow, pony." 

" You have a wife now, haven t you ? " 

"Me hab two, three, four wife bime bye," 
replied the Kafir as he held up four fingers. 
" Me know pretty Kafir girl: hoe corn; 
pound mealies cook. Me work no more. 
Hunt blesse-bok ; ride pony ; smoke dagga ; 
hab good time !" 

" Yes, that is right, Fingo, you must leave 
the Fields. I will have the money for you, 
and will meet you at or, stay. I will put 
it under the rock where you got the last. 
But mind, don t stay round here much 
longer, or the police will get you do you 
hear ? " 

" Kafir no fool, Ba-a-as Laure. He jes go 
home to his Kraal. No work more," and 
the Kafir left the room. 



An /. D. B. in South Africa. 119 

That evening Laure and Schwatka were 
sitting talking in the library, when Dainty 
unexpectedly approached the room. A frag 
ment of their conversation reached her, and 
as the full meaning of the words she heard 
burst upon her, she stood speechless, half 
hidden in the folds of the curtained doorway. 

" Laure, how dare you carry on this illic 
it trade of buying diamonds of the Kafirs ? 
Don t you fear that they will give you away 
to the detectives ?" Schwatka was saying. 

" I suppose I am in danger of being trap 
ped, but I am pretty sure of the Fingo who 
sells me the blazers." 

" You know you are safe, as far as I am 
concerned," replied Schwatka. " I am think 
ing what your wife would do, if you should 
be caught, through the treachery of this 
Fingo. You can never tell what they will 
not do for money." 

" That s true, but I rather think my luck 
won t go back on me. I don t mind telling 
you, that I happen to know that this Fingo 
has a big diamond that T want, but he asks 
too much money for it I tell you it s a 
beaut}\ These Kafirs are getting too know- 



I2O An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

ing for us fellows ; they are too well aware 
of the exact value of the diamonds, and we 
have to go slow with them." 

"There are too many risks in that trade 
to attract me. I say, Laure, how do you ex 
pect to sell that diamond if you get it ? " 

"I shall probably keep it, until I go to 
Europe. The idea that an illicit or stolen 
diamond sells there for half its value, is non 
sense. In Amsterdam, the great European 
market, a diamond sells according to its 
weight and purity. Its intrinsic worth is all 
that the buyer or seller thinks of. Look 
at this gem." 

As Donald said this, he turned and caught 
sight of Dainty standing in the doorway. 
She looked from one to the other. Donald 
cast his eyes guiltily down, unable to meet 
the glances of the woman he loved ; while 
Schwatka sat looking up into her face with 
his own all aglow, and in an attitude that 
suggested the ardent lover eager to shield 
her from trouble. 

As her eyes at last rested on Herr Schwat 
ka, in a dazed sort of way, her heart gave one 
bound and went out to him. 



An /. D. B. in South Africa. 121 




Though 

daily she had met 
the Austrian who had 
so often sought for opportunities to be 
near her, though daily her interest had be 
come greater, and her pleasure in his 



122 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

presence increased, though sometimes she 
had felt dissatisfaction as she compared her 
husband with him whom she called her 
friend yet, not until this sudden revelation 
terrified her, as a sense of its danger came 
over her, did she realize her actual feelings. 

Silently turning, in a half-blinded way, 
she left the room. For a moment she was 
dazed. Then the peril of the situation 
flashed through her mind. Her alert, sav 
age blood was roused at last, and from that 
moment she lost her indolent, indifferent 
manner. Never for one moment was she 
forgetful of the situation. 

At any moment the officers of the law 
might be on their track. Both she and 
Donald were henceforth bound to Herr 
Schwatka. One by love the other by fear. 
Even the generosity of Schwatka, should he 
conceal Donald s felony, made her sick at 
heart for discovered, each was a partner 
in the other s guilt. 

Her sleep, once so peaceful, was fitful and 
disturbed. She asked of neither an ex 
planation. 

What to do, to whom to turn, between her 



An /. D. B. in South Africa. 123 

love, her duty, and her fears, was like an 
ever-present nightmare. 

She had awakened to u new life ; her eyes, 
that until now were soft, blazed with a fire 
that had never before been kindled in them. 
Emotions new to her had taken possession 
of her mind. Herr Schwatka came fre 
quently, as before, and, with more eagerness 
than she had ever looked for Donald, she 
looked for him. 

Strange were the mental experiences of 
Herr Schwatka. He saw what he desired to 
see, that her heart was his. But not with 
the triumph he would have known had he 
not fallen into his own trap. 

Schwatka, who had coolly won more 
hearts than he ever took pains to count, was 
enthralled by the pow r er of Dainty. 

He felt he could not harm her, though he 
felt he could not lose her. By the power of 
his love he read every passing thought as it 
flitted over her face ; and he would willingly 
have risked all his hope and happiness in 
other things, could he but possess the life of 
this woman like a lamb in her helplessness, 
like a young lioness in her love of freedom, 



124 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

and in her rebellion against the chafing of 
distasteful bonds. 

As the days passed, her restlessness of 
spirit increased. At last the fire began to 
consume the material body. She grew thin, 
a hectic flush tinged her cheek. Her eyes, 
like great burning lamps, looked out upon 
the world with an unsatisfied expression 
pitiful to behold. For a time these new 
emotions escaped the notice of Donald, but 
when she began to droop, and he perceived 
what he feared might be some malady, here- 
sorted to Dr. Fox with real anxiety. 



CHAPTER XVI. 

The Family Physician. 

ON entering the doctor s office, Laure 
found him examining Bela s eye, or rather 
the part of the face that once contained 
that valuable organ. 

" How do, Doctor," said Laure ; " how 
are you, Bela ? Now that you are well, 
why do you not return to your mistress ?" 

"Missy don t want see Bela now he got 
only one eye." 

"We ll see about that," said Dr. Fox. 
"Glad you came in, Laure. I was about 
experimenting on the boy s eye. We ll see 
if we can t send you back to your mistress 
with a new optic ! " 

As he said this he lifted Bela s eyelid, and 
in another second the boy stood before the 
men with two eyes in his head, though one 
was but a glass eye. 



126 An /, D. B. in South Africa. 

" Hello ! " said Laure, "what hinders you 
now from going home to your mistress? 
You are nearly as good-looking as you ever 
were ! By the way, Doctor, I wish you 
would drop in and see Mrs. Laure. She 
does not look well." 

" Sorry to hear that," said the doctor. 
" I will call there this morning and take 
Bela with me." The two men exchanged 
a few more words and then parted. Some 
hours later Bela, accompanied by the doc 
tor, entered his old home dressed in a most 
fantastic costume, and expressed, in his pe 
culiar way, the greatest joy at seeing his 
mistress, who was well pleased to receive 
him again. She greeted the doctor cor 
dially, and was curious about this new eye 
of Bela s. 

" How did you ever do it ? " she asked. 

Pleased to see her interested, the doctor 
slipped the shell that so skilfully simulated 
the destroyed organ of sight, and showed 
her how it was inserted. 

"It is easy enough. You could do it 
yourself," said he. 

Dainty felt a childish desire to try. She 



An /. D. B. in South Africa. 127 

had none of that horror of mutilation that 
most delicate women have, for her life had 
made her familiar with the sight of physi 
cal afflictions. The doctor, though he se 
cretly wondered at her curiosity, was will 
ing to indulge it, and Dainty soon found 
that she could actually adjust a glass eye 
herself. 

Bela was dismissed, and her look of in 
terest gave place to one of weariness. 
" Well, Mrs. Laure, what is the reason I 
have not seen you riding of late ?" 

The blood flew to her cheeks, for she felt 
that the doctor was reading her heart. 
With the desire that every woman has to 
guard her dearest secret, she said : 

" Donald imagines I am threatened with 
fever. It is nothing but a feeling of home 
sickness. To be sure my heart beats so at 
times that it nearly chokes me, but I think 
it will soon pass away. I have been coax 
ing Mr. Laure to take me away from the 
Fields. I think if I were near the old ocean 
once more my health \voulci return." 

The doctor listened to her voice, but he 
only heard her mental words. The words 



128 An L D. B. in South Africa. 

she framed with her lips did not conceal 
the cause of her distress. We think to de 
ceive the world when we talk to cover our 
feelings, but how rarely do we succeed with 
the good and true. The soul sits in the 
silence. Its influences are silent influences, 
and its voice soft and gentle. So, as it is 
attuned to stillness, it hears other soul 
voices when in harmony with it, and it dis 
cerns the truth with unerring judgment. 

Dr. Fox had diagnosed mental struggles 
until it had become second nature to him 
to read the thoughts of his patients. He 
had also been keenly alive to the infatuation 
of Herr Schwatka for Mrs. Laure, and when 
she alluded to a weakness of the heart, he 
asked : 

" Have you anything on your mind that 
worries you?" She caught her breath for 
a second, and the doctor read in her hesi 
tancy the true answer, though she replied : 

"Oh, no." 

" I will leave you a few powders, though 
a change of scene would do you more good 
than any medicine I might prescribe. You 
need to get out and away from accustomed 



, 




130 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

places. You are stagnating. Your mind 
is travelling in a circle, and your thoughts 
dwell too much on yourself, which always 
produces an unsatisfactory mental, as well 
as physical condition. I sometimes advise 
my lady patients, when they are the subject 
of their own thoughts, to think of me. A 
crusty old bachelor is so radical a change, 
and so hard a subject that it has succeeded 
admirably in curing some of them, who only 
needed variety." This last remark brought 
a smile to Dainty s face. 

"Yet I advise them not to overdo the 
remedy lest they think too much of me. I 
am extremely cautious, Mrs. Laure." 

Dainty smiled again. Sentiment and the 
doctor seemed so absurd a combination to 
her. He was kind-hearted, but to think of 
him as an awakener of love Ah ! love 
brought to her mind another. She blushed, 
stopped, and thought of the doctor. It was a 
good remedy. He was looking at her. She 
felt a mixture of discomfort and a desire 
to tell him how great was her heartache. 
Had he asked her her secret, she would 
have told him. He divined her confidential 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 131 

mood, but asked nothing. It is sometimes 
wise to be ignorant. If the family physi 
cian should divulge the secrets of the inner 
life of the social sphere in which he moves, 
what a shattered world would we live in ! 
The life of a hermit would at once hold 
irresistible charms for many. 

What an innocent and ignorant violater 
of social and marital laws w r as Dainty ! But 
ignorance and innocence are not as beauti 
ful qualities as knowledge and purity. 
With the former, life is but drifting; with 
the latter, it is anchored to a rock. 

The doctor realized that Dainty was drift 
ing. He had seen many another woman 
drift, only to be broken against the rocks on 
bleak unknown shores ; later he had seen 
the wreck washed up lying on the sands 
of life, exposed to the gaze of the gap 
ing curiosity-seeker, and to his careless 
comments. Would this beautiful creature, 
wounded almost to death, be another wreck 
noted by pitying angels, and filling a sorrow 
ful page in the book of Time ? Not if he 
could help guide her. Ah ! if our impulses 
are in the direction of the good, we know 



132 An L D. J3. in South Africa. 

not how soon we may be given the opportu 
nity to guide a, frail bark clear of some 
threatening rock, into smiling waters, and 
under summer skies ! The doctor s oppor 
tunity came sooner than he anticipated. 

4< I will call in again, Mrs. Laure," said he, 
rising. " I have to see a patient a few hours 
ride from here, and on my return, will tell 
Mr. Laure that he must take you to England. 
I am expecting to go home for a short trip 
this summer, I need a change, too. One 
gets rusty living in Africa without a sight 
of other lands." 

He took her little hand in his, gave it a 
quick, firm, friendly grasp, that seemed to 
say : " I know all about your trouble. 
Everything will come out all right." Aloud 
he said : " You must stop thinking about 
yourself," and left the house. 



CHAPTER XVII. 

" You have made me your Prisoner." 

DAINTY, left alone, smiled in mockery. 
" Stop thinking ! " As if she could ! 

She was innocent of any intentional 
wrong toward her husband, but oh ! that 
world, that real world of hers her thoughts. 

Even in the midst of her self-upbraiding, 
her rebel thoughts would break loose, and 
reach out toward the man she loved. It 
was the ecstacy of a Heaven, blended with 
the agony of a Hell. 

The shuttle of love that winds and weaves 
an unseen thread, had bound her heart in 
bond so firm, that to break it seemed like 
breaking the thread of life. Would that she 
could see how near the fate stood that would 
cut that thread! She felt that the new 
love which had sprung to a giant s strength 
within her heart, was doing cruel injustice 



134 An I* D. B. in South Africa. 



to the loyal heart of her husband. She 
wished to be true to herself, and that meant 
true to Donald. Was he not truth itself to 
her ? But she had no strength to fight 
against the power which 
Schwatka exerted 
over her, and 
thoughts of 




him held 
her prison 
er as she lay 
on her divan moaning like 
a helpless wounded doe. 
At this moment Herr Schwatka entered 
the room. As he approached, their eyes 
met in one long look, and as if mesmerized, 
their lips met in a kiss that annihilated 
time and space, and that for Dainty rent 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 135 

asunder all other bonds. Centuries of time 
were lived in that one kiss. She had been 
long married, but not until now was she 
mated. 

At last time began again to beat out to 
the lovers those seconds and moments of 
which they had been too oblivious. 

" Dainty," said he, " I can no longer en 
dure to see you bear toward another the 
relation of wife. I came to-day to tell 
you that I leave Kimberley within twenty- 
four hours. I know that I have been a 
coward to remain here and see you suffer 
for my sake, but the strength of love has 
been my weakness, and has chained me to 
your side. My beloved, life without you is 
worth to me not a puff of smoke ; if I re 
main here longer I shall become a danger 
ous enemy to your husband. He stands be 
tween you and me ; therefore I go away. 
Absence sometimes brings forgetfulness. 
The memory of your dearly beautiful face, 
of your soulful eyes ah ! What shall I do ! 
I cannot, I cannot tear myself from you !" 

He sank on his knees by her side, and 
laid his head on her shoulder, a man given 



136 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

over to the longings of a great love, without 
hope therein. 

She was now the stronger of the two. 
How often do we see the dumb animal side, 
in the strongest nature, assert itself when it 
lays its head on the heart of a frail woman 
for comfort. 

What is that power which enchains men 
and women for a season when death itself 
would be preferable to the bitter sweetness 
which fills the soul. The heart never en 
tirely recovers, though by and by the pain 
is a dull heavy sorrow as for a loved one 
buried long ago ? We pity ourselves then, 
to think that it is possible for us to so 
change. 

Dainty could not move hand or foot, her 
eyes looked as if tears lay behind in the 
veiled depths, in sacred sympathy with the 
soul, in the throes of an agony which few 
are capable of understanding. 

Great beads of perspiration stood on her 
brow ; she tried to speak, but ended in an 
incoherent whisper. Her lover recognized 
the suffering of her soul, akin to his own, 
and wiped the cold dews away with a holy 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 137 

touch. There was no flaming consuming 
passion in his touch. How strange was this 
in a nature like Herr Schwatka s ! It was 
one of the marvels of love that it could pu 
rify the impulses and purposes of such a 
man, not used to live above the moral plane 
of the careless man of the world. He might 
easily have wrought ruin in the life of this 
unsophisticated woman, who could not, in 
one remove from savage ancestry, grow 
away from the tendency of love to follow its 
own, regardless of consequences. So had 
her mother done. Raising herself, and 
looking him steadfastly in the eyes, she 
slowly said, in an earnest whisper : 

" If you go, I go with you." 

" No, no, Dainty, I love you too truly to 
let you live to repent anything for my sake. 
Donald will not return to you until even 
ing. I must go while I have any manliness 
left, or we will both live to repent it." 

There was silence for a few moments, and 
then he hesitatingly said : 

" I want to make a confession, sweet 
heart, that will help to ease my pain." He 
stopped and his bosom heaved with emo- 



138 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

tion. " It is that I was fascinated by you, 
and your untamed ways, so different from 
what I had ever known, and I thought you 
would be a pastime to me. See what mis 
ery my wrong has wrought to both. You 
are the one woman in the world stronger 
than I, who thought myself invincible. You 
have made me your prisoner." 

Anger against her fate began to rise 
within her heart, and strange thoughts 
surged and swelled through her throbbing 
brain. She spoke with wild determina 
tion : 

" Listen. Donald is keeping some great 
secret from me, and although he has no 
suspicion of the love existing between you 
and me, his life is as separated from mine 
as if we were living in different continents. 
My life is my own, and if you leave me, I 
follow." 

" No, no, my beloved, cried Schwatka. 

Dainty continued in the same voice : 

"You cannot change me now. Bela," call 
ing to her servant, "have the horses har 
nessed to the cart at once, I am going for a 
drive. Now," turning to Schwatka, " leave 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 139 

me. I have not the strength to bear your 
presence longer. I shall be at the meeting 
of the roads," naming a spot about five 
hours distant, "and will meet you there." 

" No, no," said he, mournfully but firmly. 
"Here I bid you farewell." He laid his 
hand on her shoulder. " When you cease 
to think of me as a lover, hold my memory 
kindly as your saviour." 

His hand fell from her shoulder slowly 
down her beautiful arm, till it reached the 
little firmly-knit hand, which he held a pris 
oner for a few seconds, then tenderly 
raised to his lips. In another moment he 
had gone. 



CHAPTER XVIII. 

A Friend in Deed. 

NOT for a. moment was Dainty s deter 
mination shaken by the action of Scliwat- 
ka. So full of magnetic fire she had never 
been disciplined to control ; had love been 
sooner enkindled, she would but sooner 
have leaped into its flame, whether it meant 
warmth or destruction. Many women of 
her nature, live and die ignorant of love. 
Are they more blest for the ignorance ? 

Turning to her dressing-case, in which 
were her diamonds and costly jewels, she 
looked at them, and in another moment she 
replaced the casket. She rapidly dressed 
for the journey, and ordered Bela to pack 
a small trunk with necessary and sufficient 
apparel, and take it to the Cape cart wait 
ing at the door. These things were quickly 
done by the silent, swiftly-moving Bush- 
in an,, 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 141 

Trembling with excitement she followed 
the Bushman, and got into the cart. As 
they drove 
away, she 
gave one 
backward 
glance at 




the home where she 
:F? had lived so peacefully 
with Donald. Nerving herself, she bade 
Bela hasten. 

When they had reached the edge of the 



142 An /. D. B. in South Africa. 

town, she seized the reins, and with a 
strength born of excitement, urged the 
horses on with a frenzy that caused Bela to 
give his mistress a look of wonder. 

Her thoughts had been too long busy 
with her work to think of anything further, 
until now, with the motion of the revolving 
wheels, and the speeding horses, a sense of 
liberty took possession of her. 

She was free ! Away over the veldt she 
flew, the horses seeming to become imbued 
with the spirit of their mistress, which gave 
impulse to their fast-flying feet. This sense 
of freedom was a reaction from the sense 
of captivity, of late so strongly upon her. 

Two hours or more flew by, before she 
gave a thought to the scenes through which 
she was passing. A weary waste of sandy, 
desert road ; a treeless veldt covered sparse 
ly with a coarse grass ; a dreary farmhouse 
in the distance surrounded by a few trees, 
was a joyless picture to look upon. 

Bela sat silent, watching the horses and 
the flying cart, but immovable as a statue. 
When the native becomes attached to his 
mistress, he accepts everything from the 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 143 

" Inkosa" whom he regards as a queen. 
Dainty s strength was ebbing fast, but 
with superhuman effort she rallied all her 
energies, and, when she saw a horseman in 
the distance, called to her aid her most lan 
guorous and indifferent manner, reined in 
her rapid steeds and handed the reins to 
Bela. As the man drew near, to her dismay 
she recognized Dr. Fox, who was returning 
from his patient. As he rode up to the 
cart, an expression of amazement spread 
over his face. When he stopped his horse 
to speak to her, she ordered Bela to stop, 
also. 

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Laure. You have 
greatly improved since I saw you this morn 
ing. I scarcely thought you well enough 
to venture so long a drive. Is it health or 
pleasure you seek ? " 

Dainty was as white as the dead are. She 
trembled before this man s honest way of 
asking questions. Her strength, until now 
fed by excitement, left her, and her tongue 
refused to move, though her lips parted in 
the effort. 

The agony that convulsed her frame was 



144 A)l I. D. B- in- South Africa. 

depicted on her face, and she shook like 
one with ague. What should she say ? 
The doctor perceived that here was some 
awful crisis. He rose to the occasion. 

" Do not speak. Try to calm yourself," 
said he. Dismounting, he took Bela s 
place in the cart, and putting his horse in 
the Bushman s keeping, told him to follow 
them to town. He then gathered up the 
reins and wheeled the horses homeward. 
They were no sooner turned, than Dainty, 
unable to support herself, dropped her head 
on the doctor s shoulder. 

"Mrs. Laure, I see that you are in distress. 
I ask you nothing, every woman in trouble 
is my sister. That s right, let those wells 
in your eyes run dry. It would have done 
you good if they had run over many days 
earlier." To himself the doctor continued : 

" We men have a great deal to answer 
for. Will we never learn to spare the beau 
tiful butterflies whose lives we so wantonly 
break ? If women only knew men, as men 
know each other, there would be more 
missionary work done before marriage. In 
fact home missionaries do not appreciate 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 145 

their opportunities, for most of us are hea 
thens ! " 

The doctor slackened the reins, and the 
horses their pace, as they were ascending 
a hill, at the summit of which he saw a 
cart driven by Schwatka rapidly approach 
ing. The doctor s gray eyes shot fire, his 
mouth set firmly under his brown mus 
tache, and giving the horse a sharp cut 
with the whip, he passed Schwatka with a 
jovial, " How are you ? " that had a ring 
in it that sounded like " Check ! " 

Dainty half rose, gave one little heart 
broken moan, and sunk back into the cor 
ner of the seat. The doctor drove home as 
quickly as possible, and they were soon at 
the house, which Dainty had but lately left, 
expecting never to return. He gently 
lifted her out of the cart and carried her in 
to the house. His presence was soothing 
to her spirit, and before he left the house 
she was wrapped in a sound sleep. She 
needed rest, for her day was not ended. 

10 



CHAPTER XIX. 

Detectives, 

AT dinner that evening, Donald s mind 
was fortunately too preoccupied to note the 
haggard face of the little woman sitting op 
posite. They were scarcely seated, when 
from the window she saw two men come 
into the yard and enter the kitchen. Turn 
ing she whispered one word : 

"Detectives !" 

Dainty had no suspicion of his having 
diamonds on his person, until he dropped 
his knife, and sat pale and nerveless. Leap 
ing from her seat, she flew to his side, thrust 
her hand into one pocket and another, until 
she drew forth a large diamond. In another 
second she was standing in the middle of the 
room. What should she do with it ? Where 
should she hide it, from those sharp-eyed 
hunters ? There was no spot in the room 
that would not be searched. 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 147 

There was a rent in the wall paper through 
which she felt tempted to slip it ! The sec 
onds were flying. In another moment those 
men would open that door and all would be 
lost ! She could almost have annihilated 
time and space, so greatly was her mentality 
strained and quickened. In turning to look 
once more, with a sickening despair striking 
her vitals, her glance fell on Bela, standing 
perfectly rigid with terror. 

Quick as thought she flew to the Bush 
man, and placing her finger on his eye, 
lifted the lid, took out that glass eye, slipped 
the diamond in, and returned the eye to its 
place. Then turning to her husband, pant 
ing, she whispered : 

" Where did you get that diamond ? " 

He collected his scattered senses and 
feebly answered : 

"The Fingo boy." She sank on her chair a 
seemingly indifferent, indolent houri, as the 
door flew open and the detectives entered. 

"Good afternoon, gentlemen," said 
Dainty in a steady voice, but with a question 
ing look, as if she wondered at the strange 
hour and abrupt entrance of visitors. 



148 An /. D. J3. in South Africa. 

" Sorry to disturb your dinner, madam," 
said one of the men, " but we have traced a 
marked diamond here ; and must search for 
it." 

" Why do you search here ? " said Donald, 
haughtily. 

" Hush, Donald ! I suppose nothing we 
could say would hinder them," said Dainty, 
calmly. 

Her coolness and her smile won the evi 
dent admiration of the men for a moment ; 
but yet brusquely spoke one of them : 

Nothing, madam," and immediately the 
search began. Again Donald spoke : 

"Gentlemen, I have no diamonds about 
me." 

"Perhaps not, sir! But it is our business 
to make sure of it," said one detective as he 
deftly began a personal search. 

Nothing coming to light, they seemed 
puzzled, for they had bribed the Fingo boy 
that day to sell the diamond to Donald, and 
knowing he had bought it within the hour, 
thought to find it on him. Then they ran 
sacked the house. Carpets were torn up 
and furniture ripped open. 



An I. D. B. ill South Africa. 149 

They even thrust their hands through the 
rent in the wall paper and felt on the ground 
below ; but their search was fruitless. 

They next closely inspected Dainty, her 
hair was combed, and her clothing handled 
unceremoniously by one man, while the 
other took Donald into custody. So sure 
were they that he had the diamond, that 
when the gem could not be found on the 
man or the premises, they had no hesitation 
in arresting him, and stationing the police to 
watch the house. But it was not so well 
watched, as to prevent that keen bright 
woman from eluding their vigilance. 

Bela stood like a stone image with his one 
eye fastened on his mistress, and the other 
eye holding the honor or disgrace of her hus 
band. Nothing could have made him dis 
close the secret. 

As the officers left the house with Donald, 
her every sense was alert, and ready to spring 
to action. 

What to do next ? The diamond was safe. 
She must find that Fingo boy who had sold 
Donald the diamond, and put him out of the 
way. With the keener sense which she pos- 



150 An /. D. B. in South Africa. 



sessed as a birthright, with 
that black blood in her veins, 
her woman s wit came to her 
assistance, and she re 
solved to foil the 
bloodhounds of 
the law. 




She remem 
bered a suit 
she had prepared 
as a gift to a favorite 
Malay boy. It hung 
in her closet, not yet be 
stowed upon its future owner. With fever 
ish haste she secured it, and dressed her- 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 151 

self in it. The soft gay handkerchief she 
tied around her head, and over this placed 
the hat. She had smiled at the odd cos 
tume when she had first made it ready, 
but she did not smile now, nor at her ap 
pearance in it. She only felt joy in the dis 
guise. 

Now how to pass the guards ! 

It was desperate business. She called 
Bela trusty fellow ! He must help. The 
Bushman started at sight of her, and only 
the voice assured him it was really she. 

" Bela," said she, " I must get away for a 
while and you must help me. Do you go 
out to the gate, and when the guards stop 
you, keep them as long as you can. I will 
run another way and try to get out of sight. 
They will send you back, of course." 

The Bushman started on his mission. 
Dainty watched him concealed in the 
shadow of the house. The guards stopped 
him as she had thought. It was growing 
rapidly dark. She heard the authoritative 
voices of the guards, and the stupid answers 
of Bela. Dashing at right angles from the 
scene, she scaled the fence unobserved, and 



152 An /. D. B. in South Africa. 

rapidly left the unsuspecting guards trying 
to convince Bela that it would not do. 
When he finally submitted, the outwitted 
officers congratulated themselves on their 
vigilance. So was the first step accom 
plished! 

Now to find her stalwart driver and order 
her cart and horses. She had gone scarce 
one hundred yards when, to her unspeaka 
ble joy and surprise, she found the servant 
going toward home. It was with difficulty 
she made him know his mistress; ordering 
him to meet her at a particular spot, she 
hurried on. 

Rapidly passing to the Kafir location, 
where she felt she should find the Fingo, she 
walked fearlessly into the first hut. Hut 
after hut was visited, and inquiries, made 
of one and another inmate in her awakened 
savage mood, and in the native language, 
as to where the boy lay. 

As she shook each sleeping body, the 
very manner of her action, and the tone of 
frenzy in which she addressed them, so 
impressed them, that they answered wheth 
er they would or not. She walked on and 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 153 

on, until the last hut, the farthest from 
probable detection was reached, and there, 
lying between two other Kafirs, she found 
him. 

With superhuman strength she dragged 
him out. By this time her fury had reached 
such a pitch that, to be rid of her clutch 
was like shaking off the claws of a wild 
cat. 

Hurrying him forward in breathless 
haste, she reached the place where the cart 
stood waiting. Hustling him into it, she 
held him with her woman s hands while the 
driver tied him securely down. Then, seiz 
ing the reins, she ordered her servant to 
wait her return, and drove swiftly away. 

She pierced the dark with savage instinct 
for there was no road to guide her. The 
dangerous holes with which the veldt is 
studded did not lie in her path. 

Her anger rose as the horses sped along. 
To her excited nerves their rapid pace was 
too slow, and she whipped them into a wild 
galop all the way, for she must be home 
before sun up. 

Her fury was intense, and she would turn 



154 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

to the Fingo cowering in the corner of the 
seat, in a sort of mad way, that made him 
shrink with terror. Every time she looked 
at him she would urge her horses to addi 
tional speed by lashings of the whip, until 
they were nearly as mad as their mistress. 



CHAPTER XX. 

One of Eves Daughters. 

AT last, in the dead of night, she reached 
the house of an Afrikander whom she had 
once befriended, and on whom she could 
rely. Him she awakened by blowing a bugle 
which had lain at her feet. He came out to 
her, and listened to the strange tale which 
she hastily repeated, with the usual unmov 
ed countenance of the Afrikander. He was 
ready enough to help her to dispose of her 
terror-stricken prisoner. These Cape peo 
ple have a way of their own of disposing of 
anything disagreeable, which strikes the 
stranger as peculiar, but effective. 

Obeying her orders, he took him to a 
lonely hut, and chained him fast. It was 
the Fingo s fate to remain there until danger 
to Donald was past. When she saw that 
the captive was where he could do her hus- 



156 An I. D. 7?. in South Africa. 

band no harm, she handed a purse to the 
Afrikander and turned her horses heads 
homeward, with a sense of relief. 

Her fury had abated, but not her courage. 
Alone, and fearless, she returned over the 
veldt, until, exhausted, she arrived on the 
outskirts of the town, just as the day was 
dawning, and descended from her cart, leav 
ing it in the hands of her tireless waiting 
servant. She then turned homeward, now 
on foot. The fatigue of the watch had re 
laxed the vigilance of the guard, and they 
expected nothing from beyond the premises. 
So by care she was able to regain the sha 
dow of the house and to make safe entrance. 

Closing the door, the graceful Malay be 
came transformed into a tearful, trembling, 
exhausted woman. She doffed her male 
attire, donned a soft, silken, clinging robe, 
and sunk on a couch with a feeling of utter 
weakness. Fate, she thought, had overtaken 
her, and she felt herself hopelessly en 
tangled in the intricacies of Donald s pos 
sible disaster. But she had shown her de 
votion as a wife, in her wild and dangerous 
midnight ride. Why had she ever met 



Aii I. D. B. in South Africa. 157 

Donald ? Why had she not been left to live 
her uneventful life? "Oh," she sighed, "to 
hide in the depths of some great forest and 
there lie down in peace to die." Then her 
thoughts reverted to Schwatka, who was 
seldom out of her mind. Donald with his 
hidden secret had estranged her. When we 
are no longer worthy of confidence, we lose 
confidence in others. 

A remnant of the old self that had been 
Donald s her pride in his good name was 
still left. In secreting the diamond, she 
sought to shield her husband s name from 
disgrace. Beyond this pride, the rest was 
indifference, and nothing henceforth could 
kindle any warmer flame, while the new 
fires of another love burned at such a white 
heat, that they threatened to consume the 
temple in which their altars stood. 

The mental strain of the last twenty-four 
hours had completely prostrated her. Soon 
all became a blank, and she lay for hours 
unconscious ; when she awoke her brain 
slowly resumed its action. She passed her 
hand wearily over her head. Where was 
she ? What was it ? Ah, yes. She re mem- 



158 An I.D. B. in South Africa. 

bered. and rang for Bela. He did not an 
swer the call. Calling a second time, and 
receiving no response, she sat up, lost in 
thought. 

What was the immediate work before 
her ? To find Bela must be her first act, for 
he had the diamond ! She ran out of the 
room into the next and searched every 
where, thinking he must be in hiding. 
Calling again, and receiving no answer, she 
realized that there was not a servant on the 
place. 

Action was now a luxury. Real danger 
was in the air. If nothing could be proved 
against her husband, when would he re 
turn ? 

With all these thoughts surging through 
her brain, it seemed as if her head would 
burst. As she tottered back toward the bed 
room, the door opened, and she swooned in 
Donald s arms. 

Donald saw that she had been passing 
through some terrible agony. He groaned 
and covered her face with kisses, as he laid 
her gently on the couch and applied resto 
ratives. When she regained consciousness, 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 159 




her eyes fell on Donald. She turned her 
head away from him with a weary motion. 
Here were two people chained to each other 



160 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

by the bond of marriage, but whose ways 
lay far apart. Love held Donald captive, 
while fate bound Dainty to Donald. 

Suddenly she rose from her couch, and 
began to tell him of her night ride. As she 
continued, he looked at her in amazement. 
Her self sufficiency, her fearlessness, under 
the utterly listless manner in which she told 
it all, made her seem like a new being to him. 

Woman needs but to taste the fruit of the 
tree of knowledge, to become an epicure. 
Dainty had been wandering in the fields of 
Paradise with an Adam who was not Don 
ald, and Donald would no more be her com 
panion, though he might stay by her side. 

"If Bela does not return to-day, we must 
leave the country, unless you are willing to 
work in convict dress." 

He sank lower in his chair, before reply 
ing in a scarce audible voice : 

" Where shall we go ? " 

She looked at him in amazement as she 
said : 

" To England, of course. Where else 
should you go ? " He kept his hand over 
his eyes as he replied : 



An 1. D. B. in South Africa. 161 

" I had thought we might wish to go to 
Australia." 

" Australia ! Why there, instead of Eng 
land ? Do you not care to see your native 
land ? " 

"Oh, yes," said Donald, hurriedly, "only 
I did not know as you you cared to go to 
England in winter." 

This seemed to satisfy Dainty, who \vear- 
ily closed her eyes and said : 

"It matters little to me whether it is sum 
mer or winter, so long as I get away from 
here." She said no more, but lay unmoved 
with eyes closed. Donald moodily watched 
her. Presently he saw that she slept the 
sleep of exhaustion, 
ii 



CHAPTER XXI. 

On the Heights. 

BLOEMFONTEIN, the beautiful. Have you 
seen Bloemfontein ? No ? Well you must 
do so before you leave Africa. In this love 
ly place, its streets shaded by trees, whose 
luxurious foliage is kept in perennial ver 
dure by purling streams, had Kate Darcy 
chosen a resting-place. What a change from 
the dirty, dusty, noisy Fields, with streets 
filled with hungry worshippers of Mammon, 
to this crystallized mirage, for one would 
scarcely realize that so beautiful a garden 
could rise out of a desert, except in imagi 
nation. 

Here in the midst of a garden of roses, 
encircled by a hedge of cactus, stood the 
house in which Kate Darcy had chosen to 
make her home for the nonce. Its owner, 
a wealthy Hollander, who had come out as 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 163 

a missionary, and availed himself of the op 
portunities of trade with great success, was 
now visiting Europe with his family. The 
house was luxuriously furnished, and a 
Scotchwoman, as housekeeper, watched over 
all the barbaric creatures servants on the 
place. 

One morning, a few weeks after her ar 
rival, Kate was listlessly swinging in a ham 
mock shaded by a fig-tree, when Margaret 
appeared, saying : 

"A gentleman to see you, Miss Darcy." 

" Who is it, Margaret ?" 

" Here is his card." 

As Kate read the name of C. A. Fox 
Kimberley, she said : 

" Show him the way to the garden, Mar 
garet. I will receive him here." 

When the doctor reached the veranda 
that overlooked this charming spot, he 
stood lost in admiration. Before him was 
the woman he had dreamed of, thought 
of, loved since the hour he first met her. 
Never before had he seen so beautiful, so 
idyllic a picture. She looked sweet and 
restful under the trees, with the sunlight 



164 An 1. D. B. in South Africa. 

striking the trembling leaves which threw 
playful shadows over her face. 

At his approach, she rose from her ham 
mock to greet him. Taking botli her hands 
in his, and looking into her eyes, as if he 
would read her inmost thoughts, he said : 

" I hope that you are glad to see me ?" 

"Indeed I am," said Kate, heartily. "I 
was beginning to feel a little secret restless 
ness, and a desire for the society of a conge 
nial soul. What good angel has brought you 
to Bloemfontein ? Ah, I know," she contin 
ued, for the doctor seemed for once in his 
life at a loss for words ; " the angel of mer 
cy. Some poor stricken sufferer has heard 
of your skill and sent for you. Is it a case 
for the surgeon, or physician ? " 

"I have not fully diagnosed the case." 

" It is not a hopeless one, I trust ? " said 
Kate. 

" I fear it is." 

"Let us hope that with your skill, aided 
by kind Providence, all will be well." 

" I will say Amen, to that, but, as it is a 
case for the metaphysician, I fear I shall 
lose the patient." 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 165 

" Ah, Doctor ! and you whose happy cures 
are so frequently the result of mental action. 
By the way, is the patient one of your own 
sex ?" 

" Yes ; and therein lies the danger." 

With one accord they began to walk 
slowly over the grounds. As they walked, 
they talked, and in the midst of their talk, 
they would cease to walk ; standing still to 
enjoy some thought of the moment, and 
then begin to pace over the green sward. 

"I thought, Miss Darcy, that I would 
leave the Fields during the hot Christmas 
season, and visit you." 

"You have done quite right. We will 
try to entertain you as best we know how. 
Instead of the usual Christmas turkey with 
its accompanying cranberry sauce, we will 
serve up to you some of those delightful 
dishes our Coolie cook knows so well how 
to prepare, with a feast of rare fruit, such 
as I think you have never tasted." 

" I see you think of the inner man ?" 

" Why, certainly ! You, like the rest of 
your brothers, love to be well fed. You see 
that I wish you to be amiable while you 



1 66 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

are here. Experience has taught me that 
a good dinner makes a man much better 
company than he would be without it." 

" Miss Darcy, I think your presence 
would always make a man feel at his best." 

"Tut! Tut! what nonsense. I am more 
of a philosopher than you. There is noth 
ing equal to a good dinner to make a man 
feel at peace with all the world." 

" How are you off for servants ? " 

" I have not the slightest idea how many 
Margaret has on her staff. When meal time 
comes around, there will be a quorum or 
more Kafirs around the kitchen door. Al 
ways enough to come to a decision on the 
merits of the cook, cuisine, and condiments. 
They are an amusing study. They come 
in all sorts of garbs : in blankets, old mili 
tary jackets once owned by some brave 
Englishman, and a variety of garments too 
absurd to mention. One Kafir came with 
a stovepipe hat turned upside down, so that 
he could have carried all his worldly pos 
sessions in it if he had wished to do so. 
The hat was held on his head by fastening 
a string to each side of the rim, and tying 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 167 

them under his chin. In addition to that 
he had on a paper collar, and a pair of old 
pantaloons half way up to his knees. He 
had a knob-kerne in his hand, and walked 
much as a Broadway dandy would walk." 

"Miss Darcy," said the doctor, laugh 
ingly, "you should fill a sketch-book with 
all these strange characters you see. Your 
powers of observation are so developed that 
you perceive tilings which others would 
pass blindly over." 

" I have not the slightest talent for 
sketching. These scenes will have to re 
main imprinted on the photographic tablet 
of my memory." 

" I trust your housekeeper suits you ?" 

"Margaret is all one could ask for, and 
such an honest body. I know she doesn t 
pretty much !" 

"One could not truthfully say that she 
is handsome ! You are perfectly safe while 
she is your body-guard. Has she raised 
that moustache since you met her?" 

Kate laughed merrily, for Margaret al 
ways reminded her of an old mouser. It 
seemed as if she never could have been 



1 68 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

young, and her clothes had a home-made- 
in-a-hurry sort of look about them. But 
Margaret filled her niche in the world. 

" Let us take a drive before dinner," said 
Kate, "and let me show you through this 
beautiful little town of ours, which we think 
compares favorably with those havens of 
rest around Cape Town. You must have 
seen at the hotel the Englishmen, who are 
enjoying poor health, and losing their old 
dreaded belief in consumption." 

"I did, and found them agreeable com 
pany. You have pleasant neighbors?" 

" I don t know. I should be sorry to find 
that I have not, so I do not try to gratify 
any curiosity I may have on the subject." 

They had reached the house, and Kate, 
having given orders for the horses to be 
harnessed to the Victoria, excused herself 
for a few moments. When she returned 
she wore a plain cream-colored cashmere 
dress. A wide-brimmed Leghorn hat, with 
drooping feathers, sat gracefully on her 
head. 

After driving through the miniature city, 
with its imposing banks, churches, House 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 169 



of Parliament, and hand 
some residences, they 
struck the road leading 
along the edge 
of a line of -. . 

hills 
that 



- -r-; 

-V 






&*~~ M^ "i 

L2I = overshad 

owed the 
town, pass- 
y ing several 
neatly- kept 
vineyards. For 

an hour they kept up a running fire of con 
versation on every topic except the one 
nearest their hearts ; then the doctor turned 



170 An /. D. B. in South Africa. 

the horses, and the spirited creatures put 
their noses down and enjoyed the run home 
over the hard, smooth road, as much as did 
the occupants of the carriage behind them. 
Dinner was ready when they reached the 
house, and they sat a long time chatting 
over the viands before them, unmindful of 
everything outside those four walls. After 
dinner the garden was again visited, and 
Kate swung idly in her hammock, while 
the doctor sat near by and told her the 
news of the Kimberley world. A cool 
breeze sprang up at sunset, and the moon 
rose in all her silvery glory. 

They were both content. The day had 
brought its full amount of happiness, and 
was one to be kept in memory. 



CHAPTER XXII. 

Pinning Leaves Together. 

"I HAVE been thinking that you have 
found that home of loveliness and utter de 
light, which you so charmingly described 
during our last ride together in Kimber- 
ley." 

"And have you not forgotten what I 
said?" asked Kate, looking up at the sky. 

" I remember every word I ever heard 
you utter." 

" I shall be very careful what I say after 
this." 

" Not on my account, I beg ? I like to 
hear you think aloud as you do, for your 
words have so stirred my own thoughts, 
Miss Darcy, that I have been anxious to 
hear you talk again." 

Kate swung more and more slowly with 



172 An I. D. B. i/i South Africa. 

eyes half closed, like one indulging in a 
dream. 

" Tell me," continued the doctor, looking 
down into her face, " are you perfectly hap 
py within yourself. Have you no longing 
for the society of others, and is this idle life 
of yours all that you wish for ? " 

Kate could not answer this man lightly, 
she felt that if she were false to him in the 
slightest degree, she would become less 
womanly in her own, as well as his eyes. 
Avoiding his glance, she answered : 

" The idle life I am leading is a life full 
of thought. My mind is constantly absorb 
ing everything I see. All these strange 
creatures around me are a study. I have 
not been as idle as you think during my 
stay in Bloemfontein. I have been pinning 
some leaves together." 

" Pinning leaves together ! Am I among 
those leaves ? " 

"Yes, but I have turned your particular 
leaf, with a few others, down for future ref 
erence." 

"What will you do with the remaining 
leaves ?" 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 173 



" They will be left pinned. I do not 
wish to re-read the past. I need all my 
strength and thought 
for the ever-pres 
ent now." 

" Do you mean 
to say, that you do 
not intend giving 
any backward 
glances ?" 




"All 
that is 



not 



pleasant I have shut 
away in those leaves." 

"Then I may infer that the leaf you have 
turned down for reference, has something 
agreeable written there ? " 



174 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

Kate made no reply. 

" To be but a leaf in your book, brings a 
sense of delight to me. Pray let me know 
if I am fast in the binding, or whether I am 
liable to become lost, strayed, or stolen. 
Sometimes I feel as if I were all three, 
said the doctor, with an earnestness in his 
voice, that made the blood fly to Kate s 
cheeks. Yet evading his real meaning, she 
said, with mock pity : 

" Poor fellow ! That is homesickness. 
Homesickness is a very unpleasant feel 
ing." 

"Especially if you have no home, but are 
merely existing ? " 

" Don t you call Kimberley home ? " 

" Did you ever meet anyone there who 
did ? " asked the doctor. 

"Now that I think of it I never did. 
Why is it ? " 

" Because to live simply to make money, 
is only existence. I do not think I shall re 
main there much longer. I expect to sail 
for England shortly." 

" To remain there ? " 

"That depends I" and the doctor watched 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 175 

her face with its varying expression. Kate 
covered her face with her hand, for a few 
moments. When she looked up again the 
doctor asked : 

"Of what were you thinking ? " 

" Of something in the past. Of course 
it was a pleasant thought." 

" I wish that I were woven in that past 
life of yours." 

" I don t think we w r ould have been as 
good friends as we are now." 

"Why do you think that?" 

"Well," said Kate, slowly, " I glided over 
the surface of life then, and did not appre 
ciate half there was to be found in it. I 
realize now, that it is a great, a grand thing 
to live." 

"And you make others think the same 
thought when they come near you." 

"Ah ! if I could have that power, what a 
rich woman I would be. What knowledge 
I would have, and what good I could do." 

" Don t say if, " Kate felt the doctor s 
eyes looking down upon her, as he spoke, 
and knew that he was deeply moved as he 
continued : 



ij6 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

"I think I am a nobler man since I first 
met you. Your thoughts have been a re 
freshing draught to my thirsty soul. The 
divine womanhood in you has at last awak 
ened my true self." 

" Then my coming has done some good ; 
I am content." 

The doctor stood with his hand behind 
him. Attitude and form expressing the no 
bility of manhood, as he looked at this queen 
of his heart. Drawing a long breath he said : 

" I am not in a mood to talk platitudes, 
for my life has now become an earnest en 
deavor. I would rather you would wound 
me, than to endure another day of suspense 
such as I have passed through since you 
left me. Words are but clumsy vehicles to 
bear the expression of my feelings for you. 
You seem to be a part of myself my spirit- 
mate. Kate, my beloved, come to me ; let 
me call you wife ! " 

As he said this he made a step forward, 
and grasped the hammock, trembling from 
head to foot. Kate remained silent, while 
the doctor stood with his hand still on the 
hammock patiently waiting her reply. 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 177 

Kate was pale to her lips, as she replied : 
" My friend, I will be as truthful to you, as 
one soul can be to another ; and I think 
you will understand me. I am happier now 
than I have ever been, in my life. I am at 
peace with myself. To say that I am per 
fectly happy, would be to say what no one 
yet has said truly ; but it is a question, a 
very serious one with me, whether marriage 
would bring me greater happiness than I 
now know." 

" Would not this love I bear for you 
make you happier ? God did not place you 
in my pathway without a purpose." 

"That is true. But let us be sure that 
this love is not a fancy ! " 

"A fancy! Have you no feeling for me 
deeper than you give to a mere friend ?" 

"Yes." 

" Thank God ! " and the doctor raised his 
eyes, then let them fall upon her face with 
an adoring look. 

" But I cannot make you understand, that 
I would spare you suffering later on. Let 
me tell you. Love, to me, means perfect 

trust. I could never stoop to find out if 
12 



178 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

you ever deceived me. If I did, love would 
die out of me that instant, and then how 
dreary my life would be. I don t want to 
be wretched through any mistaken fancy. 
When I surrender, it must bring me what I 
long for Contentment." 

" Come to me, Kate, and trust me ! I am 
not here without being certain that our 
lives can be made of use and joy to each 
other, for I love you. I love you. I have 
been smothering my feelings so long, that 
it is now a relief to tell you of it," and the 
doctor took one of her hands in his, and 
held it firmly. 

" Tell me, Kate, is marriage distasteful to 
you ? " 

" Not my ideal of the true married state. 
When I look at my married friends, and 
see among them so many lovely women 
wretched, and unable to solve the problem 
of happiness, I pray that my life may escape 
like miserable failure." 



CHAPTER XXIII. 
What shall They do with It / 

" EXPLAIN to me your ideal of married 
life?" 

" It is one of joy and happiness and of 
usefulness to our neighbors as well as our 
selves. I have come to the conclusion that 
the restlessness in married people, which 
leads to divorces, springs entirely from sel 
fishness. As for me, I want henceforth to 
make my life one of use to every one that 
comes near me. Every one is given at least 
one talent for use ; not to hide and hoard 
away. Except for its new duties and rela 
tions, married life has no higher ideals than 
single life. The same earnest unselfish 
principles should actuate us in whatever 
sphere we are called. We must shut our 
eyes to everything but the good in those 
who seek us, and so call out the best there 



180 An I. D. />. in South Africa. 

is in them. That is the great secret of 
happiness. Encourage a soul to grow, and 
it will soar far beyond its highest fancies." 

" Kate ! you voice the feelings of my best 
nature. The life of a conscientious physi 
cian is only one of use to his neighbor. 
How might we, equally devoted to human 
ity and usefulness, work together. If you 
could but trust yourself to me, we could 
surely do much good in our lives, one in 
heart and purpose. Do not fear to trust 
yourself in my keeping. I know the respon 
sibility of holding a woman s happiness in 
keeping, and I would hardly let my first be 
trayal of any trust be a treachery to the 
wife of my choice." 

Kate looked long and earnestly at the 
brilliant stars, that hung from the blue 
curtain of night. She seemed to drink of 
an inspiring force, and her eyes matched 
the brilliancy of the heavenly orbs, as she 
looked into his, that were so strong and 
true. In a clear voice she said : 

" I am yours in trust." 

The next instant she was gathered in his 
arms, and held there, while his lips pressed 



182 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

her brow. It would have seemed like mock 
ery to have spoken at such a moment. 
Words are needless when Love sits enthron 
ed. Then it is that heart speaks to heart. 

"Miss Darcy?" 

"Yes, Margaret." 

"May I speak with you a moment?" 

"Well, what is it ?" and Kate approached 
Margaret, who stood a little distance from 
the lovers. 

" A strange creature is here who wishes 
to see you." 

" See me ? Is it a man or woman ? " 

"He looks like a Bushman." 

"What can a Bushman want of me?" 
said Kate, walking toward the house. In 
the still night air, the doctor had heard 
every word, and now followed her. He 
found Bela talking rapidly to her in clicks 
and vowel sounds, with his hand held over 
his eyes. 

When Kate saw the doctor she laughingly 
said : 

" He sounds like a cricket ! Can you 
understand the jargon ?" 



An L D. B. in South Africa. 183 

At sight of the doctor, Bela acted like one 
insane with delight. He clapped his hands 
and kept time with his feet, while his body 
swayed in strange undulating motions. 

k Let us go into the house, Miss Darcy," 
and making a motion to the Bushman to 
follow, they entered the salon. The doctor 
sat down, and Bela stood and told his story. 
As he proceeded the doctor s face was a 
study to Kate, who knew from its expres 
sion that something very strange had oc 
curred. 

In a few moments putting his fingers to 
Bela s eyes, he lifted the lid and slipped the 
glass eye from under it. As he did so, the 
concealed diamond fell into his hand. 

"Great Scott!" exclaimed the doctor. 

Bela chuckled, and began to clap his hands 
and express delight in his usual way. Kate 
gave one look, and sank into a chair. They 
sat for a moment looking at each other, in 
stupefaction. Then Kate asked : 

" What does it all mean ? " 

It means that Donald Laure has been 
arrested on suspicion of being an I. D. B. 
and this creature has been a faithful ser- 



184 An /. D. B. in South Africa. 

vant to Mrs. Laure. You may go outside 
and wait for me, Bela." When the Bushman 
had gone, the doctor continued : " Knowing 
you were a friend to his mistress, he has run 
from the Fields to you, without stopping, 
carrying the diamond in his eye ! These 
natives are wonderfully astute, and Bela 
knowing that as you were living in the 
Orange Free State out of the pale of the 
law of Griqtia Land West, the land of dia 
monds, if he could deliver this diamond into 
your keeping, he would be safe, and every 
one else connected with it." 

"What would I have done with the dia 
mond ? Mercy ! how glad I am that you are 
here." 

"Already, Kate, I am of use to you ? I 
am very glad indeed, for your sake, that I 
am here." 

"What will you do with it ? " 

"Well, I shall consider the matter. It is 
late, and I must now go to my hotel. I will 
think it over and tell you my decision in 
the morning. This has been a memorable 
day in my existence, but it must end, more s 
the pity. 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 185 

" Good night, good night ! parting is such sweet sorrow, 
That I shall say good night, till it be morrow," 

quoted the doctor, as he left her alone. 

The next morning they were eager to see 
each other, for this was the dawn of their 
new life, and their faces reflected the radi 
ance of the glory of the light on their ho 
rizon. Yet their talk was not of themselves 
but of Bela and the diamond. 

" I have been busy this morning attend 
ing to this matter. Bela has disappeared ! 
I find he was last seen at sunrise, on 
the road leading up into the interior of 
the country. He must have been nearly 
frightened to death over the scene with 
the detectives and his mistress, and after 
wards by a little encounter with the guards 
at the gate. He probably fears even me at 
present, thinking that I may hand him over 
to the authorities, and so injure Laure. 
These natives have some of the wisdom 
supposed to be bestowed only upon their 
masters." 

"What will you do with the gem ? " 

" I have telegraphed to Kimberley to find 



186 An /. D. B. in South Africa. 

if Donald Laure is there. The disappear 
ance of Bela with the diamond may cause 
Donald to change his plans." 

As they sat talking a telegram was brought 
in by Margaret. Its contents follow : 

" Donald Laure and wife have left Kim- 
berley for England." 

The doctor sat thinking with a puzzled 
expression on his countenance. 

"Surprises multiply, Kate. What shall 
we now do with the diamond ? I do not 
know to whom it belongs, and do not wish 
to do anybody an injury by sending it to 
the authorities. They would at once tele 
graph to England and have Donald Laure 
seized on his arrival in that country." 

" What do men do with their diamonds, 
when they want to get them out of their 
way ? " 

"Oh, they bury them, or send them to 
England by mail." 

" Why don t you do that ? " 

" Do what ? " 

" Send it by mail to your banker in En 
gland, addressed to Donald Laure, care of 
yourself, so it will be in safe hands, then 



An /. D. B. in South Africa. 187 

you can give him an order for it when you 
find out his address." 

" Well, Kate ! That is good Yankee in 
vention. You will be as good as a lawyer 
in adjusting all weighty matters that may 
arise in our lives. It is just the thing to do. 
Who says a woman s quick invention isn t 
worth more than the step-ladder man uses 
when he tries to climb to the heights of suc 
cess through his reason ?" 

"Then you will do that?" 

" It is the only thing to do. I will send 
it off before I leave to-day. We have only 
a few hours to ourselves before I start on 
my journey down the country to the sea, 
where I will take the steamer which will 
carry me to England in twenty days. I am 
a happier man, Kate, than I expected to be 
on that journey. When I came to Bloem- 
fontein it did not seem as if I were worthy 
to approach and ask you to give yourself 
into my keeping." 

" Love makes one feel unworthy of the 
object upon which it sets its affections. 
But our recompense for this personal sense 
of unfitness is the glory we gain in the eyes 



i88 An I. D, B. in South Africa. 

of our beloved. Perhaps an average struck 
between the humility of love on one side 
and the exaggeration of love on the other, 
will give a fair estimate of the reality." 

The doctor smiled at Kate s grave conclu 
sion, and taking both her hands in his, laid 
them over his heart which beat so truly, and 
on which she knew she could rest and 
gather to herself strength. In another hour 
he was on his way to the coast. 



CHAPTER XXIV. 

" How will it End "? " 

WHAT a civilize r is the railroad, preceded 
by the missionary, and followed by the 
speculator ! 

How changed is the country, since the 
time when the journey from Kimberley to 
the coast was made by ox-wagon, by stage 
coach, or Cape cart, with its Malay driver 
arid Hottentot guard, with a possible pas 
senger hurrying to the sea to catch the 
English steamer. 

Here the Kafir, with his coating of blue 
clay, once wound his way over the path worn 
by his ancestors, through the Karoo, across 
the sluit, the swamp, over the Kopje, tele 
graphing his approacli by that soft, melodi 
ous, far-reaching cry peculiar to himself, on 
his pilgrimage to the great ocean, his goal. 
Not until certain sacred rites were carried 



190 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

into effect and he was cleansed in the great 
waters, was he considered a man by his 
tribe, and his approach to a kraal was but 
the signal for the younger women to hide 
themselves. 

Strange creatures, and stranger customs, 
that are as strictly adhered to, as were the 
Mosaic laws of old, which in some respects 
they resemble. The scientist in the coun 
try finds the native life a weird, never-end 
ing mystery, and the iron horse seems a 
trespasser. 

In these days the traveller lounges in a 
luxurious Pullman coach, which in thirty 
hours hurries to the coast at Port Elizabeth, 
across sandy plains, and treeless mountains, 
passing slowly and gracefully over the 
" Good Hope " bridge, over a thousand feet 
in length, built upon nine arches that span 
the Orange River, a treacherous stream fifty- 
five feet below the rail, rushing onward to 
that omnivorous mouth, the Sea. During a 
few months of the year the upland rivers 
come rolling down like cataracts, over huge 
boulders, and dragging great gnarled trees 
with them, as if they were no more than a 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 191 

feather s weight ; thus leaving the river 
beds dry during the remaining months of 
the year, or with a mere brooklet trickling 
along between wide yawning walls of clay. 

On reaching Port Elizabeth, that enter 
prising city of Cape Colony, Dr. Fox pro 
ceeded immediately to the long jetty, built 
well out into the sea, and there boarded a 
tug that lay alongside, and was soon steam 
ing out to the " Arab," riding at anchor in 
Algoa Bay. 

Many passengers were aboard, a number 
having come from Natal, and their faces 
expressed satisfaction at the prospect of a 
visit home to England. 

Soon the heart of the great " Arab " began 
to beat, and the pulsations could be heard 
and felt by the passengers sitting on its 
deck watching the sunlight reflected on the 
wooded shores of the African coast, that 
seemed to glide by, while the " Arab " stood 
still. 

A few days at sea seems a very long 
time, and social reserve drops off with the 
taking of the log. The seats arranged at 
table, the constant personal association in 



192 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

the confines of the ship, together with the 
hundred of incidents that arise during a 
long voyage, soon reveal the characters of 
fellow-passengers. If there is congeniality 
the voyage comes to an end almost too soon. 

There is no life that can tell of its ro 
mances and its heart-burnings like the life 
at sea. 

A man s soul must be living indeed in a 
cold atmosphere, that can be so gently 
rocked in such a richly carved and gilded 
cradle as one of those Southern steamers, 
and not find sentiment growing in his soul. 
Especially if he is fortunate to meet there 
what may appear to be an affinity. 

On reaching Cape Town the following 
day, and entering the stone dock, the doc 
tor disembarked to pay a flying visit to the 
Eden-like suburbs, where the houses, cov 
ered with passion-flowers, growing in wild 
profusion and surrounded by orchids, peep 
out, overlooking the beautiful waters of 
Table Bay. With the mauve-tinted, golden- 
rimmed mountains lying in the distance, it 
is a veritable paradise in which to hide 
one s self away from the world. 



Aii I. D. B. in South Africa. 193 

Taking a hansom and returning to the 
steamer, the doctor stood on deck watching 
the sailors depositing the luggage in the 
hold, and thinking what that voyage might 
mean in the lives of many of the passen 
gers. 

As this thought sprang up, he looked 
toward the dock, and saw three persons in 
tourist garb, hastily approaching the gang 
plank, then in course of being hauled on 
deck. 

Their faces were familiar. They were 
Donald and Dainty Laure, with Herr 
Schwatka, and they came hastily on board, 
and disappeared in the deck cabins allotted 
to them. 

This was the beginning of a new act, not 
anticipated by the doctor, in the drama of 
which, so far, he had been a spectator. 

"What will be the end of it?" was his 
mental query. 

Here in the Southern hemisphere, with 
the clearly defined outline of majestic scen 
ery, the great "Arab " again began slowly 
to swing away from her moorings out into 
the boundless ocean, soon to glide over its 



194 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

bosom, as swiftly as a swan in its native 
lake. 

Hardly a ripple disturbed the waters, and 
the air kissed the cheek like the touch of 
an angel s wing. 

Here, where " The heavens are telling 
the glory of God," and the Southern Cross 
and the eye of night throw out a light un 
equalled in our Northern hemisphere, to 
simply live is a delight. 

That great deck seemed unnecessary for 
those quiet waters, but there are times 
when the sea changes its moods with a sud 
denness like that of Southern storms in the 
upland regions of Africa, where the whirl 
winds of dust come with unexpected fury. 
Those tropical winds, on both land and sea, 
are treacherous and capricious. 

To attempt to describe a sea-voyage from 
Africa to England, through the summer 
voyage of the world, is like attempting to 
describe a dream that had been one long, 
sweet draught of perfect happiness, where 
the spirit seemed to go wherever it willed, 
and was in company with people with 
whom it felt in harmony. 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 195 




There are usu 
ally musicians, 
or accomplished 
people aboard, 
w ho have no 



196 An I. D. B. in South Africa. 

thought of hiding their light under a 
bushel, but who cheerfully contribute to 
the entertainment of their fellow passen 
gers. 

To Dainty Laure what would not this 
experience have been, had her heart been 
at rest. But she looked at the new world 
with strange experiences distracting her 
soul, and the unwonted surroundings made 
her condition but more pitiful. 

Unable to control the harassing condi 
tions of her life, she was like a sick, suffer 
ing creature denied the quiet and rest 
needed for recovery. In her full strength, 
and with her former capacity for enjoy 
ment, she would have taken a child s de 
light in change. 

But now, removed from her accustomed 
places, kept by circumstances from putting 
her trust for the future where her heart 
prompted, and unable to feel toward Don 
ald the reliance of love, she was never at 
rest. 

Often she would sit long by the side of 
the doctor, not saying a word. He was 
the one man she knew well whose pres- 



An /. D. B. in South Africa. 197 

ence satisfied her. The doctor never 
questioned her, for the agony of her spirit 
was written on her face, which grew sadder 
day by day. She knew not how to wear a 

mask. 



CHAPTER XXV. 

The End of the Voyage. 

BUT Dainty was not the only uneasy pas 
senger among our acquaintances ; Donald 
was no less discomfited. The knowledge 

O 

of his past embittered even his love for 
Dainty a love to which he was true. And 
yet, when in any way we wrong the loved, are 
we true ? No rather false. For real love 
will deny itself for the sake of the beloved. 
He had no suspicion of the tender feel 
ings that existed between his friend and 
the woman he called wife. The hidden en 
tanglements of his own life blinded him to 
all other convictions. What solitary lives 
were these two living! Watched and har 
assed, they were not as happy as the hard- 
worked, gasping stoker, who came up from 
below, like a Vulcan from his fiery forge, to 
get a breath of the stifling equatorial air. 



An I. D. B. in South Africa. 199 

One hot, lazy afternoon, just after tiffin, 
Donald and Herr Schwatka were walking 
on deck, when the latter asked : 

"What has become of Kildare ? " 

" Oh, he has set his scheme afloat, and 
is sailing along. The great gold mining 
company is now in popular favor. By the 
by, he compliments the doctor on being the 
best Poker player, but one, on the Fields." 

" And what may be the name of his su 
perior ? " 

"Why, Major Kildare, of course. He 
thinks Doctor Fox the best fellow in the 
country. I suppose you know that the 
Major accepted his invitation to call and 
take his revenge, and won back all his mon 
ey, and immediately went out on the mar 
ket and bought the finest tiger skin he 
could find, and hung it in his office. So that 
is why there is one man in Africa better 
than the doctor in playing the little game 
of Poker." 

"That is a matter of opinion," said 
Schwatka, sarcastically ; as he strolled away, 
Donald joined the doctor, who was sitting 
on deck by Dainty s side, and offered him a 



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cigar. The day was lovely. Not a ripple 
disturbed the surface of the ocean. 

" Laure," said the doctor, " do you know 
what became of that diamond which the 
detectives couldn t find, and which was hid 
den in the Bushman s eye ?" 

Donald s cigar fell from his mouth, and 
he seemed to shrivel up in his chair. " If 
you don t," continued the doctor, as coolly 
as if he had asked the time of day, " I do." 

" You ! " gasped Donald. 

" Yes. I believe it is in a mail bag on 
board this very steamer." 

" Impossible ! " ejaculated Donald. 

" Not at all. In fact, quite probable," said 
the doctor, showing him the postal order, 
and then related his interview with Bela. 

Donald was stunned, and when the doctor 
handed him the order for recovery of the 
package on his arrival in London, the cir 
cumstance did not tend to restore calm. 

Donald hesitated at first, but his fingers 
finally closed over the bit of paper that 
made him again owner of the diamond. 
After looking it over, he turned to Dainty 
and said : 



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"I think the 
diamond belongs to 
you. If it were not now 
on its way to England through your in 
fluence, I would not be sitting here. I will 



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endorse this order, so that you will own the 
diamond." 

He did so, and eventually the gem came 
into the possession of Dainty. 

Late in the afternoon of the nineteenth 
day out, the steamer anchored in the bay of 
Plymouth. A tender, with relatives and 
friends of the passengers aboard, came out 
to meet and take them ashore. 

In the gathering gloom the faces of those 
on board the "Arab" were not discernible, 
but the outline of the forms of three people 
could be seen, standing silently apart from 
the crowd at the gangway. Names were 
called out, and greeted with hearty, joyous 
words of recognition. Many stood waiting 
to disembark as soon as the signal was 
given. Suddenly a voice called out : 

" If Mr. Donald Laure is on board, he 
will please land here, as his wife, from Scot 
land, is waiting to receive him ! " 

Not a sound was heard from those on 
deck. All stood as silent as ghosts in the 
gathering mist. 

On hearing those words, Herr Schvvatka 
looked at Dainty, who stood rooted to the 



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spot, and putting his arm around her sup 
ported her firmly and tenderly, as he uttered 
three words : 

" Mine at last ! " 

Donald turned to Dainty with a face like 
death, but only to see her led away from 
him upheld by the arm of Herr Schwatka. 
With a slow step, like that of a man walking 
to his doom, he disappeared down the gang 
plank to meet the "wife from Scotland ! " 

We know not for what race we are pre 
paring. Fate holds the leading horses in 
her hands. But sooner or later we must 
drive. 

In a certain copy of the " Bloemfontein 
Gazette " is the following notice. 

MARRIED. 

FOX-DARCY. At the residence of the 
bride s brother, Kimberley, South Africa, 
May 22, 1 8 Miss Kate Darcy and C. A. 
Fox, M.D. New York City papers please 
copy. 








I. The Marked Diamond, 3 

II. The Mystic Sign, 1 1 

III. Cupid s Arrow in an African Forest, . . 18 

IV. The Unwelcome Letter, 23 

V. Impressions, 31 

VI. Kate, 39 

VIL The Story of a Singer, 47 

VIII. Horses and Riders, 57 

IX. Poker and Philosophy, 64 

X. An Explosion or Two, 74 

XI. A Visit to a Diamond Mine, 83 

XII. Strolling among Riches, 90 



206 Contents. 

CHAPTER PAGK 

XIII. A Morning Ride, 99 

XIV. An Unexpected Declaration, 106 

XV. An Abrupt Awakening, 116 

XVI. The Family Physician, 125 

XVII. " You have made me your Prisoner," . . 133 

XVIII. A Friend in Deed, 140 

XIX. Detectives, 146 

XX. One of Eve s Daughters, 155 

XXI. On the Heights, 162 

XXII. Pinning Leaves Together, 171 

XXIII. What shall They do with It ? . . . .179 

XXIV. How will it End ? 189 

XXV. The End of the Voyage, 198 




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