Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-01-15

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 En- gland forever?"
 He bowed his head.
 ''And do you remember little boy who sat upon the hearthrug writing with pencil?"
 'I do," he said.
 ''Sir, am that boy, and my name is Allan Quatermain. Those children who lay sick are all dead, their mother is dead also. Like you, he emigrated, and last year he died in the Cape. But this is not all the story. After my advent ures I, one Kaftir and a little girl, lay senseless and dying in tho bad lands where we had wandered for days with out water, and there we should have perished but your daughter, Mss
 Gall her Stella" he broke in, hastily. "I can not bear to hear that name have forsworn it.
 "Miss Stella found us by chance and saved our lives"
 By chance, did you say, Allan Qua termain?" he answered. 'There is lit 
 from another will than ours. Welcome, Allan, son of my old friend Here we live as it were in hermitage, with nature for our only friend, but such as we have is yours, and for as long as you will take it. But you must be starving, talk no more. Stella, it is time for food Tomorrow we will talk"
 To tell the truth I can recall very lit Al of4 of bot A kind of dizzy weariness overmastered me. I remember sitting at table next to Stella, and eating heartily, and then remember nothing more.
 awoke to find myselflying on com fortable bed in hut built and fashioned on the same model as the center one. Whom I was wondering what time it was, native came bringing some clean l clothes on his arm, and, luxury of lux uries, produced bath hollowed from wood.
 I rose, feeling very different man, my strength had come back again to me; dressed, and following Q covered pas sage found myself in the center hut. Here tho table was set for breakfast with all manner of good things. such as had not seen for many month, which I contemplated with healthy satisfac. tion. Presently looked up, and there before mo was more delightful sight, for standing in ono of the doorways which led to the sleeping huts was Stella, leading little Tota by the hand
 She was very simply dressed in a loose blue dress, with wide collar, and gir- dled in at the waist by little leather belt. In the bosom of her robe was g bunch of orange blooms, and her rip bling hair was tied in single knot be- hind her shapely head. She greeted me with smile, asking mo how had slept and then held Tota up me to kiss Under her loving care the child had been quite transformed. s @ was neatly dressed in a garment of tho same blue stuff that Stella wore, her fair hair was brushed; indo q had it not been for the sunblisters on her face and hands one would scarcely have believed that thi! was the same child whom Indaba-zimb and had dragged for hour after houl through the burning, waterless desert.
 We must breakfast alone, MT. Allan, she said; my father is so upset by you arrival that he will not get up yet. Oh you can not tell how than 'ul I am tha you have come. I have been so anxiou! about him of late. He grows weaker and weaker; it seems to me as though the strength were ebbing away from him. Now he scarcely leaves the kraal have to manage every thing about tht farm, and he does nothing but read ant think"
 Just then Hendrika entered, bearing : jug of coffee in one hand and of mill in the other, which she sat down under the table, casting look of little love a me as she did so.
 } Be careful, Hendrika; you are spill ing the coffee," said Stella. Don't yor wonder how we come to have coffee here, MT. Allan? I will tell you've grow 1t. That was my idea Oh. have lots of things to show you. You don'