The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1899-07-30
Copyright, 1907

widest and most savage forms for two
or three years. and then you will surely be
cured, or killed" They might have con-
cluded in the words OF Hamlet: "A consum-
nation devoutly to be wished"
However. 1 made up my mind to follow
their advice, because II conceded with my
own opinion.
But the other fellow. Dr. Humphrey. dis
agreed with his learned colleagues and sent
in minority report. over seal and sigma
ture, very much as follows:
Dear Sir-I have given your peculiar
case a great deal Of study and anxious
thought. find distinct traces of hallucina-
tion, mental alteration and delusion IN very
aggravated forms. Having mace speclal-
ty OF such cases, have no hesitation in
advising you TO fall in love Immediately
with the prettiest. wealthiest young lacy OF
your acquaintance Follow il up to the end
fearIessly, devotedly, and. believe me, that
In the grand passion alone you Will fnd re-
lief from your distressing inhrmity.
To which communication I replied as fol-
lows:
You Old FooI-The only grand passion
OF which 1 am capable possesses me at this
minute. as / pen these lines. Would you
nave me make love TO glri In tne mSrhin la
begin all over again the following day at
the direction and the sweet will OF the ele-
think such professional stupidity comes
pretty high? Great Scott! When man is
hanging between life and death and crying
aloud and piteously for the shadow OF
straw upon which TO hang the skeleton of
hope, at such time, say. commend me TO
tedious old doctor like yourself"
That particular afternoon was very
sultry and partly cloudy. arose. consulted
the barometer and the chart which hung
vertically alongside. The reading was as
follows:
"Cantakerous, without the slightest con-
t,-;II
Exactly" / said to myself, and, had I
| been human, might have laughed, but as
1t was, merely ground my teeth together
and sent the letter upon its errand.
What is time or space to me? My destiny
| hinges on the weather. 1 have already trav-
| eled thousands of miles and the sun is now
| setting on a typical African scene. 1 have
started on a hunting trip through the
Transvaal and the Kafir lands and we have
out-spanned the oxen for the night on the
banks of the Umgeni river at Howick,
which is about ten miles north of Maritz-
| burg. in Natal.
| For a guide and companion have secured
| the services of man named Hans Botman.
| He is half Dutch, half English, a man of
| infinite knowledge about routes and Kaffirs
and everything else, for that matter, but to
my mind his chief glory is his title of
champion story teller Of the colony
| The air was bracing and chilly and was
| enjoying myself reclining at my ease with
my back against the wagon wheel. 1 could
see the river romping and sweeping over
the rocks in the valley below, and to the
right could hear the roar of the falls, the
celebrated Falls of Howick which are the
| af "a will nd he nf
elers. The scene at-the time was magnif-
cent, for the vegetation around was at It's
best, and while 1 was watching the clouds
Of spray and mist rising dreamily and beau
tifully out of the chasm, Hans interrupted
my reverie rather abruptly.
| Fill your pipe again." said he, land
take a drink OF this foaming Kaffir beer
| which Pando, the Kaffr driver, has just
brought fresh from the kraal, and I will
tell you story about these falls. You
see, Mr.. Clipper. We have no literature OF
our own in this country, and very few
| monuments to remind us about strange
events and remarkable people. but for all
that there is hardly an inch of the road
between here and Pretoria that has not
some legend, romance or adventure con-
nected with it.
Somehow the people expect me to hunt
UP these things, and as story telling is Sec
ond nature with me, well, 1 do my best
to entertain them. The tale am going to
relate now 1 call
'White Love and Black Memory
cover the way there. near the falls
and half hidden by those silvery poplar
trees, you can just see the home of the
| Lynn family-that is to say, Mark, his
| xtyffa nd fhofr oh
othy. In his youth Mark had been q
miner. and after saving little money he
took to farming in this beautiful valley
through which the River Umgeni struggles
and worries along in its restless course
After a while he suffered a few losses
which worried him considerably. So, wher
young Captain Grosvenor came along and
asked him to go up country and manage the
Cobalt mines in Mapocks Land, ne was only
too glad to accept the handsome salary thai
was attached to the position.
But making up their minds TO go an
bidding farewell to their beautiful hom
were two very different things to the Lynns
Little Dorothy was simply broken-hearted
for all her young life had been spent amonl
these hills and glens, where everything tina
| lived and breathed and blossomed seeme
TO do so for her special benefit and delight
Now the country round about wa
swarming with Kaffirs, and they all knew
Dorothy and worshiped the very print o
, her little feet in the meadows. She had he
Sunday class, her sewing class and her littl
band of Kaffir Sisters. whose duty and de
light ii was TO visit the sick with medicin
and flowers. and above all with kind mes
sages which very often carry healing o
, their wings.
And what would become OF old Rim
Kop. who was kind of a chief over III
Kaffirs for miles around. and who wa
known as the Guardian OF the Falls?'
He was growing old, and at times he wa
sick and feeble. but he had watched tn
: Little Kosana.' the princess, as he calle
her. grow up from her mothers arms. Sh
had come and gone among his people fc
: many years with her bright little face an
| her merry laughter. So 1t was no wonds
I when the old man heard she was going
D leave them that he tore his hair and HI
blanket. rushed over TO Dorothys nous
! sat down on the doorstep and buried n
3 | head between his knees.
! Dorothy came out at once and spol
: comforting words 20 the old chief bl
: u was OF no use; he refused to listen a
though he could see the tears In her eye