Iowa state bystander. [volume] (Des Moines, Iowa) 1894-1916, 1900-07-27
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a STORY OF THE
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IN NATALFft
BY H. B. Mackenzie

that he was somewhat dark in COM
plexion. wearing short little peaked
beard; but she could not see his face
distinctly. al
She went downstairs presently. Her
sitting room was pleasant apartment,
with skins of springbok and other wild
animals covering the floor. A lamp
burned on the table, on which sump-
tuous supper was spread. The two men
stood by the fireplace talking.
AS Bluebell entered her father
turned. J,r
"Well, my girl, I'm back again, you
see. Come and kiss me, Bluebell."
The girl approached, and the other
man on the hearthrug stared at the
dainty white figure as Adam Leslie
gave her sounding kiss on the cheek.
"You see I've brought friend with
me, Bluebell. Mr.. Moore-my daugh-
ter, Bluebell."
Mr.. Moore bowed low, Bluebell did
the same. She did not offer her hand,
as her frank custom would naturally
have led her to do; she hardly knew
why.
"You will remember your native
country every time you address Miss
Leslie" said the millionaire, turning
to his host.
Adam Leslie laughed uproariously.
Bluebell felt now quite sure that he
had been drinking. He was usually a
reserved, even taciturn man, stern
enough towards his household; but
alcohol Embossed his tongue and gave
him certain coarse frankness."
"Quite right, quite right, Mr.. Moore!
It was her mother gave her the name
a romantic freak; but it serves its
purpose here, and makes us remember
the poor old 'mither' country"
Miss Elizabeth came in presently,
and they all sat down to the abundant
supper. During the meal the two men
talked, Mr.. Moore Quietly and gravely,
in a somewhat rich, sonorous voice;
Mr.. Leslie with loud hilarity. Miss
Elizabeth and Bluebell said very little,
and the latter had a strange, uncom-
Portable consciousness during the meal
that the dark, slow-moving eyes Of the
millionaire turned again and again to
her face. She knew not why the look
made her shiver suddenly every. time
she met it all through her warm, joy
GUS heart and body.
The two men talked politics, discuss
ing the likelihood Of Kruger's yielding
to Britain's demands. 49,.
"Give in? Not he!" cried Leslie
loudly. well. the British know what
to do next, that's one good thing. Well
sweep the whole race Of them from the
earth before we've done with them,
or I'm mistaken, and It's what they
deserved"
III it comes to war, of course there
can be no doubt as to which side will
win," said Mr.. Moore, more quietly.
II suppose you have no friends among
the Beers or Afrikanders, Mr.. Leslie?"
Friends among such people?" cried
Mr.. Leslie. mot very likely! I would
not admit one of them into my housed"
Bluebell spoke almost for the first
time. Her voice was just little I'M
steady, as If emotion of some kind was
stirring it.
you don't always speak like that,
father. I am sure we have never re-
ceived anything but kindness from any
Of the Dutch with whom we came in
contact. And, besides, there's good
deal to be said for their desire to rule
their own republic in their own way.
How would we like over in the old
country if foreigners came and settled
down among us-Frenchmen or Ger
mans-and compelled us to conform
to their customs? They are only like
their brave forefathers in the time of
William the Silent"
Her father interrupted her with a
loud laugh.
Doctor Rothes has provided you
with quite number Of arguments,
Bluebell. But politics are quite out
side a woman's sphere, my girl, so l
advise you not to take them up. Eth,
Mr.. Moore, isn't that so?"
Il think Miss Leslie would even
make convert of me-" said the mil
lionaire, bowling CALAMITY. Again
Bluebell caught his eye, and the look
gave her another SILVER. MAY I ask
he went on quietly, discussing Miss
Elizabeth's pie. "who Doctor Rothes
is?"
"A young Englishman over at Lady
smith," replied Mr.. Leslie carelessly.
1--WE have him here sometimes. A very
clever young fellow-quite exception
ally clever; but just little quixotic,
you know, as young fellows are apt to
be-"
Gust 50: I understand" said Mr..
Moore quietly. He glanced at Blue
bell without appearing to do so, and
saw that the healthy rose in her
cheeks had deepened almost imper-
ceptibly in tint, and that her long
lashes dropped over and demurely hid
her eyes.
The millionaire was to stay at New
Kelso-thus Mr.. Leslie had named his
farm in memory of the Scottish town
near which he had lived-all night.
Bluebell did not feel nearly as hospit-
able as usual.