The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1890-01-26

winch the rain was excluded by owe
hanging caves. The marble floor W.
strewn with native mats and skins [,
animals Bookcases filed with bool
were placed against the walls, there W;
table Ill the center, chairs seated wit
rlmpi or strips of hide stood about. an
beyond the table was couch ON whic
a man was lying reading.
is that you, Stellar" said voice. tbf
even after so many years seemed fami
lar to me. "Where have you been. m
dear? l began to think that YOU ha
lost yourself again"
mo, father, dear, I have not lost nv
self, but have found somebody else,
AT that moment | stepped forward S
that the light fell on me. The old gen
tleman on the couch rose with som
difficulty and bowed with much court
esy. He was fne-looking old man
with deep-set dark eyes, pale face, tina
bore many traces of physical and nenta
suffering, and a long white beard.
BE welcome, SIR" he said. SIT j
long since we have seen a white face il
these wilds, and yours, if L am not mis-
taken, is that of an Englishman. There
has been no Englishman here for tel
years, and he, [ grieve to say, was ar
outcast flying from justice" and he
bowed again and stretched out his hand
looked at him, and then of a sudden
his name flashed back into my mind. ]
took his hand.
How do you do, Mr.. CARSON" l said.
lie started back as though he had been
Stung.
''Who told you that name::" he cried.
st is dead name. Stella, is it you? I
forbade you to let it pass your lips"
Il did not speak 1t, father. 1 have
never spoken it," she answered.
Sir | broke in, eff you will allow
me, l viii show you how 1 came to know
your name. Do you remember many
years ago coming into the study of a
clergyman in Oxfordshire and telling
him that you were going to leave Eng
land for ever?"
He bowed his head.
And do you remember a little bow
who sat upon the hearthrug writing
with pencil?''
81 do" he said.
"Sir, was that boy, and nv name is
Allan Quatermain. Those children who
lay sick are all dead, their mother is
lead, and my father, your old friend.
s dead also. Like you he emigrated
md last year he died in the Cape. But
his is not all the story. After MANY adj
ventures l, one Kaffir, and a little girl.
ay senseless and dying in the bad lands.
where we had wandered for DAYS with
'ut water, and there we should have
but your daughter Miss
'Call her Stella" he broke in. hastily.
L cannot bear to hear that name.
lave forsworn it."
"Aliss Stella found us by chance and
aved ouf lives"
by chance, did you say, Allan Quater-
lain?" he answered. '.There is little
nance in this; such chances spring from
mother will than ours. Welcome, Allan.
ON of my old friend. Here we live as it
we're in a hermitage, with Nature for
ur only friend, but such as we have is
ours, and for as long as you will take
;. But you must be starving, talk no
acre. Stella, it is time for food. To-
borrow we will talk"
10 tell the truth can recall very little
1ore OF the events of that evening. A
ma OF dizzy WEAKNESS overmastered
lie. l remember sitting at table next
Stella, and eating heartily, and then I |
nothing more.
awoke to find myself lying on COM
'rtable bed in hut built and fashioned
the same model as the center one.
nile was wondering what time it was.
native came bringing some clean
othes on his arm, and, luxury of luxu-
es, produced a bath followed from
God. l rose feeling a very different
an; my strength had come back again
me. dressed and, following COW
ed passage, found myself in the center
1t. Here the table was set for break
st with all manner of good things, such
l had not seen for many a month.
hlch contemplated with healthy sat
faction. Presently 1 looked up, and
ere before me was a more delightful
sht, for standing in one of the door
avs which led to the sleeping huts was
ella, leading little Tota by tie hand.
She was very simply dressed in loose
ue dress, with wide collar. art! girdIed
at the waist by little leather belt.
the bosom of her robe was a bunch of
ange blooms, and her ripping hair
Is tied in a single knot behind her
apeiy head. She greeted me with a
Tile, asking me how 1 had slept, and
en- held Tota up for me to kiss. Under
loving care the child had been quite
Insformed. She was neatly dressed in
garment of the same stuff that Stella
re, her fair hair was brushed; indeed. .
q IL not been for the sun blisters on her
e and hands, one would scarcely have .
leved that this was the same child
1t lndaba-zimbi and I had dragged for
III after hour through the burning. !,
terless desert. d
we must breakfast alone, Mr.. Allan" .
said; my father is SO upset by your Z
wal that he will not get up yet. Oh, :
l cannot tell how thankful I am that o
have come. have been so anxious =.
'ut him of late. He grows weaker II
weaker; 1t seems to me as Though Il Il
strength were ebbing away from 4
l. Now he scarcely leaves the kraal; u
ave to manage everything about the u
N, and he does nothing but read and -
TX" al
ust then Hendrika entered, bearing a .
OF coffee in one hand and of milk in 10
other, which she sat down upon the CO {,
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