Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1890-02-15

hind were reflected In glory upon the
bosom Of the western sky. Stella awoke
from her swoon and saw the light. She
whispered TO me 10 open the door Of the
hut ! did 20, and she fixed her dying
eyes on the splendor Of the morning sky.
She looked on me and smiled as an angel
might smile. Then with last effort che
lifted her hand, and, pointing to the
radiant heavens, whispered:
There, Allan, therei'
Il was done, and was broken hearted,
and broken hearted I must wander till
the end. Those who have endured my
loss will know my sorrow; IL cannot be
written. In such peace and at such an
hour may also diei
Yes, IL Is . sad story, but wander
where we will about the world We can
never go beyond the sound Of the pass
ing bell. For me, a. for my father be-
fore me, and for tho millions who have
been and who shall be, there is but one
word Of comfort. "The Lord hath
given, and the Lord hath taken away"
Let us, then, bow our heads in hope, and
add with humble heart, blessed be
the name of the Lord"
| buried her by her fathers side, and
the weeping of the people who had loved
her went up to heaven. Even Indaba.
ximbi wept
On the second night from her burial I
could not sleep. rose, dressed myself,
and went out into the night. The moon
was shining brightly, and by its rays I
shaped my course towards the graveyard.
/ drew near silently. and as I came I
thought that heard sound of moan
ing on the further side of the wall.
looked over it. Crouched by Stella's
grave, and tearing at its sods with her
hands, as though she would unearth
that which lay within, was Hendrika.
Her face was wild and haggard; her
form was SO emaciated that, when the
pelts she wore slipped aside, the shoul-
der blades seemed to project almost
through her skin. Suddenly she looked
up and saw me. Laughing dreadful
maniac laugh, she put her hand to her
girdle and drew her great knife from 1t.
thought that she was about to attack
me, and prepared to defend myself as I
best could, for I was unarmed. But she
made no effort to do so. Lifting the
knife on high, for moment she held it
glittering in the moonlight, then plunged
it into her own breast, and fell headlong
to the ground.
sprang over the wall and ran to her.
She was not yet dead. Presently she
opened her eyes, and saw that the mad
ness had gone out of them.
"Macumazahn," she said, speaking in
English and in a thick difficult voice
like one who half forgot and half remem-
bered - "Macumazahn, ! remember
now. have been mad. Is she really
dead, Macumazahn?'
"Yes,"I said, "she is dead, and you
killed her."
II killed her!" the dying woman fall
tered, "and loved her. Yes, yes-I
know now. I became a brute again and
dragged her to the brutes, and now once
more / am a woman, and she is dead,
and killed her-because loved her so.
/ killed her who saved me from the
brutes. I am not dead yet, Macu-
mazahn. Take mo and torture me to
death, slowly, very slowly. 1t was jeal-
ousy of you that drove me mad, and I
have killed her, and now she never can
forgive me-"
"Ask forgiveness from above" said,
for Hendrika had been Christian, and
the torment of her remorse touched me.
II ask no forgiveness" she said. "May
God torture me for ever, because killed
her; may become brute forever till
she comes to find me and forgives me!
only want her forgiveness" And wall
ing in an anguish Of the heart so strong
that her bodily suffering seemed to be
forgotten, Hendrika, the baboon woman,
died.
went back to the kraals, and, waking
IDdaba-zimbi, told him what had hap
pened, asking him to send some one to
watch the body, as proposed to give it
burial. But next morning it was gone,
and found that the natives, hearing Of
the event, had taken the corpse and
thrown it to the vultures with every mark
of hate. Such, then, was the end of
Hendrika.
A week after Hendricks death l left
Babyan Kraals. The place was hateful
to me now; it was haunted place. 1
sent for old Indaba-zimbi and told him
that I was going. He answered that it
was well. 1.-The place has served your
turn" he said; "here you have won that
joy which it was fated you should win,
and have suffered those things that it
was fated you should suffer. Yes, and
though you know it not now, the joy
and the suffering, like the sunshine and
the storm, are the same thing, and will
rest at last in the same heaven, the
heaven from which they came. Now
go, Macumazahn."
asked him if he was coming with me.
"No," he answered, "our paths lie
apart henceforth, Macumazahn. We
met together for certain ends. Those
ends are fulfilled. Now each one goes
his own way. You have still many years
before you, Macumzahn; my years are
few. When we shake hands here it will
be for the last time. Perhaps we may
meet again, but it will not be in this
world. Henceforth we have each of us
friend the less"
"Heavy words" said.
"True words" he answered.
Well, have little heart to write of the
rest of it. Iwent, leaving Indaba-zimbi
in charge of the place, and making him
a present of such cattle and goods as
did not want.
! Tota, / of course took with me. For
tunately by this time she had almost re-
covered the shock to her nerves. The
baby Harry, as he was afterwards named,
was fine healthy child, and was lucky
in getting a respectable native woman,
whose husband had been killed in the
fight with the balloons, to accompany me
as his nurse.
Slowly, and followed for distance by
all tho people, trekked away from
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