The Florida agriculturist. [volume] (DeLand, Fla.) 1878-1911, 1890-06-04

dained priest, was not legal according to
English law. and therefore Harry could
not Inherit Foolishly enough | acqui-
esced in this, and the property passed to
cousin of my father-in-law's but since
have come to live in England | have
been informed that this opinion is open
to great suspicion, and that there is
every probability that the courts would
have declared the marriage perfectly
binding as having been solemnly entered
into in accordance with the custom of
the place where it was contracted. But
am now so rich that it is not worth
while to move in the matter The cou-
sin is dead, his son is in possession, SO let
him keep it.
Once, and once only, did | revisit
Babyan Kraals. Some fifteen years after
my darling's death, when [ was a man
in middle life, undertook an expedi-
ton to the Zambesi, and one night out
spanped at the mouth of the we'll known
valley beneath the shadow of the great
peak. l mounted my horse, and quite
alone rode up the valley, noticing with
strange prescience of evil that the road
was overgrown, and, save for the music
of the waterfalls, the place silent as
death. The kraals that used to be to the
left of the road by the river had van
ished. | rode towards their site; the
mealie fields were chOked with weeds,
the paths were dumb with grass. Pres
emily reached the place. There, over
grown with grass, were the burnt ashes
of the zraaIs, and there among the ashes,
cleaning in the moonlight, lay the white
bones of men. Now it was clear to me-
The settlement had been fallen on by
some powerful foe, and it's inhabitants
put to the assegai. The forebodings Of the
natives had come true; Babyan Kraals
were peopled by memories alone. I
passed on up the terraces. There shone
the roofs of the marble huts. They
would not burn, and were too strong to
be easily pulled down. l entered one of
them-it had been our sleeping hut-and
lit candle which had with me. The
huts had been sacked; leaves of books
and broken fragments of the familiar
furniture lay about. Then remembered
that there was a secret place followed in
the floor and concealed by stone, where
Stella used to hide her little treasures. I
went to the stone and dragged it up.
There was something within wrapped in
moldering native cloth. l undid it. Tt
was the dress my wife had been married
in. In the center of the dress were the
withered wreath and flowers she had
worn, and with them little paper
packet. Iopened it; it contained lock
Of my own hair. l remembered that
had searched for this dress when l came
away and could not find it, for I had for
gotten the secret recess in the floor.
Taking the dress with me, left the
hut for the last time. Leaving my horse
tied to tree, walked to the graveyard
through the ruined garden. There it was
mass of weeds, but over my darling's
grave grew self sown orange tree, of
which the scented petals fell in showers
on to the mound beneath. AS drew
near there was a crash and rush. A
great baboon leapt from the center Of
the graveyard and vanished into the
trees. could almost believe that it was
the wrath of Hendrika doomed to keep
an eternal watch over the bones of the
woman her jealous rage had done to
DEATH,
tarried there awhile, filled with such
thoughts as may not be written. Then,
leaving my dead wife to her long sleep
where the WATERS fell in melancholy