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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
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,
" 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
" 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
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
" 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
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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-
" 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
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
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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
Alone he stood, bidding an inward fare
well to his own home condemned to an
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
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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
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
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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
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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
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
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ran the blood of European and African
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
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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.
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
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
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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
Soon after his arrival in Cape Town,
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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
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,
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-
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ities to their highest endeavor, and no one
knew on whom the next bolt of discovery
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
" 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,
"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
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
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
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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
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
" Don t worry about that ; you have now
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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
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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
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,
"Are you going out this evening ?"
" I must go to the club, but I will return
" 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.
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
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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
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
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
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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
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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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
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sea, to find such taste and
elegance displayed, was to
The crimson and gold hang
ings reflected from
mirrors in the opal
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
Had she been the daughter of a duke,
she could not have done the honors with
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
" 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
" 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,"
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
As the guests continued to arrive, Dainty
appeared radiantly happy. At a request
for some music, Miss Darcy moved toward
" 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-
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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
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
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has said, of which
Americans can Jfe** 7
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
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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
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Company in which he was a heavy stock
" 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
" By Jove ! that Miss Darcy is a fine wo
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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 ?
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" * 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
" 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
" By Jove ! Schwatka, it isn t often that you
find your match," said the major, laughing
heartily,as they entered the "Queen s " Hotel.
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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
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
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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
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
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A famous teacher in Paris says to his
" 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
At fifteen the child was a rising artist,
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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
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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
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
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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-
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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
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
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conquered. There her mother fell ill, and
demanded, in her nervous, irritable state,
in which she
m the service
of no other nurse,
constant care from
Often when Kate returned home late at
night from some concert where she had
been the idol of the hour, she would sit and
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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
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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
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.
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
Gradually the Austrian made himself a
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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,
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
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h i m 11 p
ka began to
take the place at
her side. As
soon as the out
skirts of the town
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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.
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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-
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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
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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.
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
He was celebrated for his talent in form
ing stock companies, then running up the
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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
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
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.
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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.
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"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
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
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
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loaded with lemons, spices, and cooling
beverages, lie commenced to prepare the
summer drink whose delights he had ex
" 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
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at the head of the great South African gold
mining company, it must be a good thing to
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
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-
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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 ? "
" I ll chance one."
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"What is it that makes people sick?"
" 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
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" I ll see that and raise you five," said the
" I ll see that five and go you five better,"
"I ll see that and raise you ten," returned
" 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
"Raise you a fiver," called the major.
An I. D. B. in South Africa. 73
" See that, and ten better," replied the
"Call you, doctor."
"Never bet on the women, Doctor;
" 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
An Explosion or Two.
" WE have time for a game or two yet,
Doctor, and let us make it a Jack-pot," said
"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
"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,
"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
" 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
"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
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.
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
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
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
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
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
"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
" 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 working of the mine must be at-
An I. D. B. in South Africa.
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
"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."
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
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
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
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
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
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
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."
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
"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
" 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
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
"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
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"Pray, what is tremendously Yankee?"
" 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
" 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
" 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
" 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
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
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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
" But don t you see, Miss Darcy, that the
river must also take all the bad that flows
" 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
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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,
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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."
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" You think that men and women could
be companions in this thought?" queried
"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
" Why do you say Man is Love ? I have
always thought he represented Intelligence."
" Is not Cupid a boy ? " replied Kate
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
" 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
" 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
"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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" Of course you will return to Kimber-
<; 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
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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
ther encourage nor
deny. Her past was before her. She re
membered the time when she had laid her
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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.
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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.
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?"
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
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" 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
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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
" 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.
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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-
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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.
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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
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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
What to do, to whom to turn, between her
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love, her duty, and her fears, was like an
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,
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and in her rebellion against the chafing of
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.
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.
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" 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
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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
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
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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
" 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 :
" 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
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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
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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
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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.
" 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
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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
over her, and
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
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asunder all other bonds. Centuries of time
were lived in that one kiss. She had been
long married, but not until now was she
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
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over to the longings of a great love, without
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
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
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
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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
" 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
" 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
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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
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-
An I. D. B. in South Africa. 141
Trembling with excitement she followed
the Bushman, and got into the cart. As
the home where she
:F? had lived so peacefully
with Donald. Nerving herself, she bade
When they had reached the edge of the
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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
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" 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,
"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 agony that convulsed her frame was
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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.
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 :
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.
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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.
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" Sorry to disturb your dinner, madam,"
said one of the men, " but we have traced a
marked diamond here ; and must search for
" Why do you search here ? " said Donald,
" Hush, Donald ! I suppose nothing we
could say would hinder them," said Dainty,
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
"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.
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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
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-
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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
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-
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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
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
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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
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
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
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on, until the last hut, the farthest from
probable detection was reached, and there,
lying between two other Kafirs, she found
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
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
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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.
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-
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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
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
Action was now a luxury. Real danger
was in the air. If nothing could be proved
against her husband, when would he re
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
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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
" To England, of course. Where else
should you go ? " He kept his hand over
his eyes as he replied :
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" I had thought we might wish to go to
" 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,
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
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
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
" 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
" 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
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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
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 -. .
&*~~ M^ "i
L2I = overshad
y ing several
an hour they kept up a running fire of con
versation on every topic except the one
nearest their hearts ; then the doctor turned
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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.
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-
"And have you not forgotten what I
said?" asked Kate, looking up at the sky.
" I remember every word I ever heard
" I shall be very careful what I say after
" 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
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eyes half closed, like one indulging in a
" 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
"What will you do with the remaining
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
" Do you mean
to say, that you do
not intend giving
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
"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
"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
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
" 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 ?"
" 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
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."
What shall They do with It /
" EXPLAIN to me your ideal of married
" 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
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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.
"May I speak with you a moment?"
"Well, what is it ?" and Kate approached
Margaret, who stood a little distance from
" 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
When Kate saw the doctor she laughingly
" 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
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
"Already, Kate, I am of use to you ? I
am very glad indeed, for your sake, that I
"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
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
"What will you do with the gem ? "
" I have telegraphed to Kimberley to find
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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.
" How will it End "? "
WHAT a civilize r is the railroad, preceded
by the missionary, and followed by the
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
The End of the Voyage.
BUT Dainty was not the only uneasy pas
senger among our acquaintances ; Donald
was no less discomfited. The knowledge
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
"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
200 An /. D. B. in South Africa.
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 :
An I. D. B. in South Africa. 201
"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
202 An /. D. B. in South Africa.
endorse this order, so that you will own the
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
On hearing those words, Herr Schvvatka
looked at Dainty, who stood rooted to the
An I. D. B. in South Africa. 203
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
In a certain copy of the " Bloemfontein
Gazette " is the following notice.
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
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
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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