The Coalville times. [volume] (Coalville, Utah) 1894-1923, 1900-11-30
A STORY OF THE
BoER CAMPAIGN
IN NATALSI%
By H. B. Mackenzie

Brave little wumanl' said Nutnes,
a tone OF emotion in his voice. ! al
ways thought her rather a butterfly,
and beg her pardon mentally Tor
that"
I'm fact. you thought she and ! were
very much alikc7" said Bluebell. With
little tone OF coquctry. Confess now
YOU think mo that, too. don't you,
Doctor Rothcs?"
Il never thought you anything
but" lie was speaking with a sud
den passion. but he suddenly checked
himself and paused. You know you
are not Justified In speaking like that"
he said at last grayely. did ever
give you reason TO do so7"
Blueboll laughed a little.
DO you remember the bail ut Mar.
itzburg last spring, Doctor Roihei'
All, you didn't approve Of me at all
theni".
lie remembered II quite well. Il
was the FIRST time he had met the Les.
lies. for he had been practiclng 10
Maritzburg himself then. Blucbelfl
wild, chlldlshly high spirits had car.
ried her away that night. and she had
firtcd Unfortunately with all the Of
fcers then stationed at harrisburg
Bluebell remembered u. too.
Who Is that graye-looklng young
man gazing 30 strangely at mo3' she
asked her partner. a gay young lieu
tenant DO you think he wants an
Introduction. or is he only trying to
wither me with n glance OF his eyer
THE latter. | think" the lieutenant
had answered. more truthfully than
CALAMITY. Hes Doctor Rothes. and
they say he Is one OF the awfully serl'
Gus kind, you know. Takes life like
n funeral. and believes one should 70
to church twice on Sundays THAI
kind OF thing. don't you know"
Rothes' sunburned face had deepen
ed Just little In tint.
1T Is too bad to bring back thos'
old foolishnesses TO ones memory.
he said. II did not know you then
Miss Leslie. | had not seen you II
your home. did not know you earn
ed the love and devotion OF the poo
natives on your fathers place. al,
not know you taught them. as far n
was possible, not the mere profession
OF Christianity. but It's practice"
Bluebell bent little over he
horses head.
Il am afraid ! ought 10 teach nj
self that FIRST, Doctor Rothes. Charity
begins at home. But let us not sneak
OF this. We can't be anything but
friends. can we. with this terrible dan
ger facing us2 Surely 1t Will draw ali
european people out here closer to-
gether II anything couidyr
Yes said Rothes quietly, we
cant be anything but friends"
Blueboll felt vaguely hurt NJ the
cold words. They rode on. the horses
neoks quite close together. and Rothes
talked OF the coming ordeal. Buebell
felt somehow strangely disappointed
The last time she had met Adalr
Rothes he had held her hand long
and looked Into her eyes with a look
that had made every vein In her body
thrill; and now he was SO cool and
indifierent-a friend. AZ he had said
ard nothing more.
II was not that Bluebeil was m
love with him. She told herself about
a dozen times a day that she liked
Adair Rothes very much, but could
never imagine him MS lover; YET
now, why this sinking Of her HEARTY
II was drawing towards aunset-a
glorious sunset. The whole OF Tho
sky died in crimson and gold, the very
veldt reflected the crimson. so that II
looked as II II were bathed In blood
Bluebell shuddered as she thought thai
very soon II might be.
a kopIe was before them. one oil
those little hills rising steeply from
the one side. slipping from the other
so common on the Natal veldt. Sud.
denly. as Bluebell looked towards Il
a figure on horseback emerged from
behind It. and came riding straight
towards them.
Dluebell felt thrill of annoyance
and aversion run through her. for she
recognized the rider at once. IL was
the millionaire, Gerald Moore.