The Florida agriculturist. [volume] (DeLand, Fla.) 1878-1911, 1890-04-30

children to live-in peace, and looking
always on beautiful things This is my
idea of perfect life. l want no other"
II thought that you once told me that
you found it lonely" said.
$50 did," she answered innocently,
"but that was before you came. Now
am not lonely any more, and it is per-
fect-perfect as the night"
Just then the full moon rose above the
elbow of the peak, and her rays stole far
and wide down the misty valley, gleam-
ing on the water, brooding on the plain,
searching out the hidden places of the
rocks, wrapping the fair form of nature
as in a silver bridal veil through which
her beauty shone mysteriously.
Stella looked down the terraced valley;
she turned and looked up at the SCARED
face of the golden moon, and then she
looked at me. The beauty of the night
was about her face, the scent of the night
was on her hair, the mystery of the night
shone in her Swallowed eyes. She looked
at me, I looked at her, and all our hearts
love blossomed within U.S. We spoke no
word-We had no words to speak, but
slowly we drew near, till lips were
pressed to lips as we kissed our eternal
troth.
It was she who broke that holy silence,
speaking in a changed voice. in soft deep
notes that thrilled me like the lowest
chords of a smitten harp
'Ah, now l understand" she said,
"now I know why we are lonely, and
how we can lose our loneliness. Now |
know what it is that stirs us in the beauty
of the sky, in the sound of water and in
the scent Of flowers. 1t is love that
speaks in everything, but till we hear his
voice we understand nothing. But when
we hear then the riddle is answered and
the gates of our heart are opened, and,
Allan, wcsee the way t;lat wends through
death to heaven, and is lost in the glory
Of which our love is but shadow.
Let us goin, Allan. Let us go before
the spell breaks, SO that whatever comes
to us, sorrow, death OF separation, we
may always hSp, this perfect memory to
save us"
rose like ,nan in dream, still hold
ing her by the hand. But as I rose my
eyes fell upon something that cleaned
white among the foliage of the orange
bush at my side. | said nothing, but
looked. The breeze stirred the orange
leaves, the moonlight struck for mo-
ment full upon the white object.
It was the face of Hendrika, the babyan
woman, as Indaba-zimbi had called her,
and on it was glare of hate that made
me shudder.
l said nothing; the face vanished, and
Just then heard balloon bark in the
rocks behind
Then we went down the garden, and
Stella passed into the center hut. saw
Hendrika standing in the shadow near
the door and went up to her.
''Hendrika," l said. "why were you
watching Miss Stella and myself in the
garden?"
She drew her lips up till her teeth
cleaned in the moonlight.
"Have not watched her these many
years, Macumazahn? Shall l cease to
watch her because a wandering white
man comes to steal her? Why were you
kissing her in the garden, Macumazahn?
How dare you kiss her who is a star?''
81 kissed her because love her, and
because she loves me- | answered.
"What has that to do with you. Hen
drika?"
because you love her." she Missed in
answer. land do not love her also. who