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

wound 0Wore That THIS oto hnHfr Was
ready to die II only to keep your little
white feet from stumbling. Believe me.
Kosana. Kafir has a memory
Then the old man rushed OF and told
Mark that the night before he had seen
me Spirit OF the Falls come floating down
! the river in canoe. This had only hap
| pened once before IN the memory of the
Kafirs. and that was Just before Chaka's
Zulus came down like whirlwind and de-
vastated their homes. Was he not the
| guardian OF the falls, and surely this mys-
| terious visit was intended 10 signify that
| the spirit was angry because the Kosana
was going TO leave them, and II she really
! did so the spirit would certainly demand a
sacrifice and that would be terrible.
But IL was all In vain. for Mark had
made up his mind to go, so few days later
Dorothys Kaffir friends came to say good
/ bye.
"old Ring Kop brought her a long string
| made OF woven grass or hemp, and fastened
a precious charm Of his own down at the
end of It. Then the long line of Kaffirs fol-
lowed and each one, as the procession
passed before her, dropped chosen bead or
| amulet on TO the string which Dorothy held
in her hands. So the Kosana came away
with token and thought Of love from
1
! 1.-The home of Dorothy Lynn for the fol-
lowing four years was in the low lands that
divide the Transvaal in the north from
Mapocks Land. They were years Of un-
| speakable happiness for the family pros
| pered and Dorothy found a lover.
Young Harold Grosvenor was part owner
| OF the mines that Mary Lynn had charge OF,
so it happened that the young engineer saw
| a good deal OF Dorothy in her new home.
HE found her face fair and her mind
| fairer, and when he told her at last that he
| loved her better than all the world, she
awoke as from trance and her delicate,
| beautiful nature expanded and welcomed
| his devotion, just as a flower opens its
petals and reflects new life and grace and
color from the touch of the dew and the
charm Of the sunshine.
But Dorothy was sentimental dream
er, so when Harold told her that he would
have to return to England for a season on
business, she playfully desired him to has
ten his departure so that he might in this
| way quicken his return. So together they
paid long visit to the old home at Howick,
and then the young lover took his departure
for England.
"He had been gone but a few months
| when Dorothy father contracted the jungle
4
ing and waiting, the mother and child were
left alone in the world. After their be-
reavement, of course, they couldn't stay
long at the mines. so they returned to
their home at Howick. and among the first
to welcome them was old Ring Kop.
-Four years had made quite change in
the old man, but the return of his friends
and benefactors seemed 70 have given him
new lease of life. They told Dorothy
that the old fellow had almost deserted
the Falls during her absence, but now she
noticed that day after day he wandered
down among the rocks as usual and watched
the foaming. boiling waters from his old
station at the head of the Falls.
There he sat or reclined in the sum-
smoking by the hour, but what the old
kaffir could find to think or dream about,
day in and day out was a mystery to ev-
erybody.
And so the weeks and the months passed
and Harold did not return. His letters
were long and affectionate at first, and
there were many of them, but before an
other year had gone by Dorothy knew that
a change had come and that something was
wrong. She made no complaint, nor did
she ask for an explanation. She simply
waited patiently, hoping and suffering.
Then. after a while. she read in the pages
Of a Liverpool newspaper that Harold had
married rich and charming lady in that
| city.
so am sorry to have to tell you that
very soon Dorothy began to pine and to
waste away, slowly, indeed, but so plainly
that old Ring Kop noticed it and said in his
heart: 1T is the Spirit of the Falls de-
handing sacrifice
evening ina of
the leaves were beginning to fall, Dorothy
thought she would like TO say goodbye to
Harold, so she sat down and wrote a letter
to him, and these were her words:
Il am sure you still remember the Falls
or Howick. and the path that winds down
through the ferns and the rose bushes tc
the foot of the hill. 1 wish / could think
that you also remember the little blue flower
we planted right on the edge of the cliff
/ forget its real name, but you know we
called it Loves Token" 1t was SO deli
cate and tender it would thrive nowhere
but just in the mist and the sunshine. Well
Harold, when We returned TO Howick
thought 1 would like TO see my little blue
| flower again, but when / arrived at the spot
l found in its place one of those beautiful
lilies with the wide-spreading leaves. The
, lily had stolen the mist and the sunshine
from the little blue flower, and Loves Toker
, had withered and was dead.
L was thinking of this to-day, and 1 said
to myself, II will write and tell Harold thai
| 1 cannot find any fault with his rich and
| beautiful wife for coming between us, any
| more than can blame the lily for stealins
the mist and the sunshine from the token Of
| our love-
las Dorothy finished the letter. the moor
i was shining brightly in at the easement
Like one in a dream, she arose, passed
. along the pathway that led to the falls
, She had been gone from the house but q
g minute when her mother missed her and
I rushed after her. Not fifty feet from the
d cataract she caught her daughter in hel
|. arms.
s What Is Dorothy going TO do?' sht
v exclaimed. If my child is tired OF life anC
4 will go away she must take her mother
r with her, for she will not stay in the worlt
e alone
: But Dorothy struggled hard and wa
e crazed with her grief and the stones wer,
J. slippery with slime and water. Anothe
n minute and they will surely be over tn,
IL