Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-01-17

dreams are swift; perhaps tir.o iteelf is nothing but dream, and events that seem f@r apart really occur sitI IL: :c.:l.:- ousiy.
 We passed ;hc rest Of t night watr:a- ing Iiendrill;. Presently siic cai,,' D herself and struggled fusit'tslr v tn hr. 1ll the rein. But 1t was too strong ,y> ! {, r her, and. moreover, lnda aia-2i4li@i ,sl2>GI- cmoniously sat upon her to keep her quiet. At fast she gave 1t rp.
 in due course tho day nrol, "-l:,y mar riage day. Leaving Indaha-zimbi to watch my would-bc murdcrcss, l went and fctchcd some natives from tho stables, and "ith their aid bore Hendri!i.t to the prison hut-th:lt same hut ln which she had been confined when she had been brought q babOon-child from the rocks. Here we shut her up, and leaving lndaba-zimbi to watch outside, 1 returned to my sleeping place and dressed in the best garments that bab- yan llraals could furnish. But when I looked at the reflection of my face I was mortified. It was covered with scratches inflicted by the nails of Hcndrika. I dOctored them up as best 1 could, then went out for walk to calm my nerves, which, what between the events of the past night and of those pending that day, were not little disturbed.
 When l returned it was brcakfast- time I went into the dinin, hut, and there Stella was waiting to greet me, dressed in simple white and with orange flowers on her breast. She came for ward to mo shyly enough; then, seeing the condition of my face, started back.
 "Why, Allan! What have you been doing to yourself?" she asked.
 As I was about to answer her father came in leaning on his stick, and catch ing sight of me instantly asked the same aTesti n.
 Then told them every thing. both of Hendrika'S threats and of her fierce at tempt to carry them into execution. But did not tell my horrid dream.
 Stella's face grew white as the flowers on her breast, but that of her father became very stern.
 ''You should have spoken of this be- fore, Allan" he said. 'I now see that I did wrong to attempt to civilize this wicked and revengeful creature, who, if she is human, has all the evil passions of the brutes that reared her. Well, l will make an end of it this very day."
 "Oh, father" said Stella, don't have her Killed. It IS all dreadful enough, but that would be more dreadful still I havo been very fond of her, and, bad as she is, she has loved mo. Don't have her killed on my marriage day"
 'No," her father answered, ''she shall not be killed, for though she deserves to die; will not have her blood upon our hands. She is brute, and has followed the nature of brutes. She shall go back whence she came."
 No more was said on the matter at the time, but when breakfast-which was rather a farce-waS done, Mr Carson sent for his head man and gave him cer. tain orders.
 We were to be married after the service which Mir. Carson held every Sunday morning in the large marble hut se apart for that purpose. The service bc gan at ten o'clock, but long before tha hour all tho natives of the place came u, in troops, singing as they came, to be present at the wedding of the Star. was a pretty sight to sec them, the mel dressed in all their fnery, and carrying shields and sticks in thcir hands, ant