Wichita eagle., 1890-01-19

"Ah, now l understand" she said
"now l 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, we see the way that wends through
death to heaven, and is lost in the glory
of which our love is but shadow
LET us go in, Allan. Let Us go before
the spell breaks, 80 that whatever comes
TO ss, sorrow, death or separation. we
may always have this perfect memory to
save u.s."
/ rose like a man in a dream, still hold
ing her by the hand. But as rose my
eyes fell upon something that cleaned
white among the foliage of the orange
bush at my side. I said nothing, but
looked. The breeze stirred the orange
leaves, the moonlight struck for mo-
ment full upon the white object.
1t 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.
said nothing; the face vanished, and
just then heard baboon 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," / said. "why We're 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 wandering white
man comes to steal her? Why were you
kissing her in the garden, Macumazahni
How dare you kiss her who is starr"
Il kissed her because love her, and
because she loves me-" l answered.
"What has that to do with you, Hen
drikaT'
Because you love her." she Kissed in
answer, land do not love her also, who
saved me from the babyans? | am a
woman as she is, and you are man, and
they say in the kraals that men love
women better than women love women.
But it is q lie, though this is true, that if
woman loves a man she forgets all
other love- Have not seen it? gather
her fowers-beautiful flowers; 1 climb
the rocks where you would never dare to
go to find then; you pluck a piece of
orange bloom in the garden and give it
her. What does she do? She takes the
orange bloom, she puts it in her breast,
and lets my flowers die. l call to her
she does not hear me-she is thinking
You whisper to some one far away, and
she hears and smiles. She used to kiss
me sometimes; now she kisses that white
brat you brought, because you brought
it. On, see it all-all; l have seen it
from the first; you are stealing her from
us, stealing her to yourself, and those
who loved her before you came are for
gotten. Be careful, Macumazahn, be
careful, lest l am revenged upon you
You, you hate me; you think me half a
baboon woman. Well, l have lived with
balloons, and they are clever-yes, they
can play tricks and know things you
don't, and l am cleverer than they, for l
have learnt the wisdom of white people
also, and l say to you, Walk softly,
Macumazahn, or you will fall into a
pit, and with one more look of malice
she was gone.
l stood for moment rejecting.
was afraid of this strange creature who
seemed to combine the cunning of the
great apes that had reared her with the
passion and skill of human kind.
foreboded evil at her hands. And vet
there was something almost touching in
the fierceness of her jealousy. 1t is gen.
orally supposed that this passion only
exists in strength when the object loved
is of another sex from the lover. but |
confess that. both in this instance and in
some others that | have met with, this
has not been my experience. l have
known men, and especially uncivilized
men, who were IS jealous of the affec-
ton of their friend or master as any
lover could be of that of his mistress;
and who has not seen cases of the same
thing where parents and their children
were concerned? But the lower one gets
in the scale of humanity the more read
lily this passion thrives; indeed, it may
be said to come to its intensest perfection
in brutes. Women are more Jealous than
men, small hearted men are more jeal-
Gus than those of larger mind and wider
sympathy, and animals are the most
jealous of all. Now Hendrika was in
some ways not far removed from animal,
which may perhaps account for the fe-
rocity Of her jealousy of her mistress
affection.
Shaking of my presentiments of evil,
/ entered the center hut. Mr.. Carson
was resting on the sofa, and BY him
knelt Stella holding his hand. and her
head resting on his breast. 1 saw at
once that she had been telling him of
what had come about between US; nor
was | sorry, for il is task that would |
be son-in-law is generally glad to do by
deputy.
Come here, Allan Quatermain," he |
said, almost sternly, and my heart gave |
a jump. for l feared lest he might be |
about 10 require me to go about my
business. But l came.
Stella tells me, he went on, 'sthat |
you two have entered into a marriage /
engagement. She tells me also that she /
loves you, and that you say that you
love her
Il do indeed. sir" broke in; ST love
her truly; if ever a woman was loved in |
this world / love her"