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would chase him and perhaps kill

DllQ.
The boy showed no sign of interest.
He did not catch him. but he put
his head over the half door of your
cabin aud frightened him horribly He
was there, busy stealing your things,
Perhaps he will leave them alone now,
but wish the bird had trodden on
him.
They said no more till they reached
the door OF the cabin.
"rhere is candle. aud supper is on
the table. You must eat" she said
authoritatiyely. Il cannot stay with
you now lest they find out about the
bird"
He grasped her arm and brought his
mouth close to her ear.
"There is no God" he almost Kissed.
mo God. not anywhere!"
She started.
''Not anywhere!'
He ground it out between his teeth,
and she felt his hot breath on her
cheek.
waldo, you are mad" she said,
drawing herself from him instinctively.
He loosened his grasp and turned
away from her also.
In truth is it not life's way? We
fight our little battles alone. you yours.
i mine. We must not help or find help
When your life is most real. to me
you are mad. When your agony is
blacklist, | look at you and wonder.
Friendship is good. strong stick, but
-1,or
gives. In the day of their bitterest
need all souls are alone.
Lyndall stood by him in the dark,
pityingly, wonderingly. AS he walked
to the door she came after him.
eat your supper 1t will do you
good" she said.
She rubbed her cheek against his
shoulder and then ran away.
In the front room the little woolly
Kaftir girl was washing Tant' Sannie's
| feet in small tub, and Bonaparte,
who sat on the wooden sofa, was pull
| ing off his shoes and stockings that his
own feet might be washed ALSO There
were three candles burning in the
| room, and he and Tant' Sannie sat
! close together, with the lean Hottentot
| not far off, for when ghosts are about
much light is needed. There is great
| strength in numbers. Bonaparte had
completely recovered from the effects
| OF his fright in the afternoon, and the
numerous doses of brandy that it had
been necessary to administer to him to
effect his restoration had put him in
q eli nj ,,1n
mood.
"That boy Waldo said Bonaparte,
rubbing his toes, took himself off cool
| ly this morning as soon as the wagon
came and has not done a silver of
work all day. I'll not have that kind
of thing now Pm master of this farm
The Hottentot maid translated.
"Ah. expect he's sorry that his fla.
theirs dead," said Tant' Sannie. Its
nature, you know. l cried the whole
morning when my father died. One
can always get another husband, but
one can't get another father" said
Tant' Sannie, casting sidelong glance
| at Bonaparte.
Bonaparte expressed a wish to give
Waldo his orders for the next days
| work, and accordingly the little woolly
headed hattir was sent to call him.
After considerable time the boy ap-
| peared and stood in the doorway.
| Ii they had dressed him in one of the
swallowtaled coats and oiled his hair
till the drops fell from it and it lay as
smooth as an elders on sacrament Sun
day, there would still have been some
thing unanointed in the aspect of the
fellow. AS it was, standing there in
his strange old costume, his head pre-
senting much the appearance of hav-
ing been deeply rolled in sand, his eye
lbs swollen, the hair hanging over his
forehead and logged sullenness on
his features, he presented most the ap-
| pearance of an i'll conditioned Young
1 buffalo.
Beloved Lord" cried Tant' Sannie,
chow he looks! Come in, boy Couldn't
you come and say good day to mel
Don't you want some supper?"
He said he wanted nothing and
turned his heavy eyes away from her.
There's a ghost been seen in your
fathers room." said Tant' Sannie. "If
you're afraid, you can sleep in the
kitchen"
81 will sleep in our room," said the
boy slowly.
"Well, you can go now," she said
"but be up early to take the sheep. The
herd"-
eyes, be up early, my boy" inter
rupted Bonaparte, smiling 81 am to
be master of this farm now, and we
shall be good friends, trust, very
good friends. if you try to do your
J duty, my dear boy"
Waldo turned to go. and Bonaparte,
looking benignly at the candle. stretch
ed out one unstockinged foot, over
which Waldo, looking at nothing in
particular, fell with heavy thud upon
the floor.
Dear me. hope you are not hurt,
my boy" said Bonaparte. You'll have
many harder thing than that though,
before you've gone through life." he
added consolingly as Waldo picked
himself up.
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