The diamond drill., 1902-08-23


spruce Hottentot In a starched white
"cappje" and her husband on the other
side OF the door. with his wool oiled
and very much combed out and staring
nj his new leather boots The Kaiiir
servants were not there because Tant'
Sannie held they were descended from
apes and needed no salvation But the
rest were gathered for the Sunday
service and waited the ofliciator.
Meanwhile Bonapa1e and the Ger
man approached arm IN arm. Bona
partc resplendent In the black cloth
clothes, n spotless shirt and a spotless
collar, the German In the old salt ana
pepper. casting shy glances of admira-
ton at his companion.
AT the front door Bonaparte removed
his hat with much dignity, raised his
SHIRT collar and entered. To the CEN
ter table he walked, put his hat sol
emnly down by the big Bible and bow
ed his head over il IN silent prayer.
The Boer woman looked at the Hot
tentot, and the Hottcntot looked az the
Boer woman.
There was one thing on earth for
which Tant Sannie had profound
reverence, which exercised q subduing
influence over her, which made her for
the time better woman. That thing
was new, shining black cloth. IL made
her think Of the "predikant;' Il made
her think of the elders, who sat Ia
the top pew OF the church on Sundays,
with the hair SO nicely ofied, 50 holy
and respectable, with their little swal-
lowtailed coats; IL made her think or
heaven, where everything was so holy
and respectable and nobody wore tan
cord and the littlest angel had black
taiI coat. She wished she hadn't call
ed him n thief and "A Roman Catholic.
She hoped the German hadn't told him,
She wondered where those clothes were
when he came In rags to her door.
There was no doubt he was a very re-
spectacle man, n gentleman.
The German began to read hymn.
At the end OF each line Bonaparte
groaned and twice NJ the end OF every
verse.
The Boer woman had often heard OF
persons grooming during prayers TO add
a certain poignancy aud finish to them
Old Jan Vanderlinde, her mother
brother, always did IL after he was
converted. and she would have looked
upon Il as no especial sign OF grace IN
any one But 10 groan at hymn time
She was startled She wondered II he
remembered that she shook her fist IN
| his face. This was Il man OF God
They knelt down to pray, The Boer
woman weighed 80 pounds and could
not kneel. She sat in her chair and
peeped between her crossed fingers al
the strangers back. She could moi
understand what he said, but he was
| In earnest. lie shook the chair by the
back rail till II made quite little dus
on the mud floor
When they rose from their knees
Bonaparte solemnly seated himself IL
the chair and opened the Bible. H'
blew his nose, pulled up his shirt col
lar. smoothed the leaves, stroked dowI
his capacious walstcoat, blew his nos'
again. looked solemnly round the room
then began:
"All liars shall have their part In tn
lake which burneth with fire and brim
stone. which is the second death"
Having read this portion OF Scrip
ture. Bonnparte paused impressivel.
aud looked all round the room.
81 shall not, my dear friends" III
said. long detain you. Much OF on
precious time has already lled bliss
fully from us ia the voice OF thanks
5. giving and the tongue Of praise.
few. very few. words are ali | shal
address TO you, and may they be as
rod OF iron dividing the bones fror
the marrow and the marrow from th
bones.
"1n the first place. what Is liarY
The question was put so pointed
and followed by pause so profoun
that even the Hottcntot man left o
looking M his boots and opened hi
eyes. though he understood not wor,
Il repeat" said Bonaparte, what
liarY
The sensation was intense. The a
tention Of the audience was riveted.
"HaVe you any or you ever seen
liar. my dear friendsT' There was
still longer pause. ~ hope not; trul
hope not But l viii tell you what
liar is knew a liar once-a little bo
who lived in Cape Town, in Short Ma
ket street. His mother and ! sat 4
, gether one day discoursing about oil
souls.
@'Here. Sampson said his mothe
, go and buy sixpence Of "meibos'
, from the Malay round the corner.
when he came back, she said, 'Ho
much have you gotT
"'Five,' he said.
, "He was afraid II he said six and
half she'd ask for some. And, n
; friends. that was lie. The half or
} 'melboss' stuck In his throat, and
: died and was buried. And where d
2 the soul OF that little liar 20 TO, N
frfaudoo IL xyQnt IN the lake Of nro M