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] eyes IneTe were tdIS Ill NcHo'"""'~
and break in her voice.
'Happyr he said, happy. So you think
she has been very happy
Yes Constantine answered hurriediy
laying her hand in his I do think she has
been happy. She loved you. Steve-'she
did, really, always
II know he aaid. and then relapsed
into silence. He knew"
Stephen was in Parliament. They drove
silently home to Hadalstone Hall Stephen
hated the place. Here, as a little child.
he had heard the word Disgrace Numbered
IN his ears" Now the old butler stood in
the hall with gloomy face. The blinds
were drawn. A sad chapter altogether.
The little motherless Aline grew to girl
| hood FiAIlein Eckelstein came over from
Germanya dreadful person. i;,sistent
upon verbs and other heat-breaki king
details Of a difficult grammar, and upon
German didactic poetry. Aline hated her
| governess, and what must she do for
| change. at the age OF u. but MP and
marry Jack Forest. n groom nf Hadal-
stone HALL "Ther, was notki,g whatever
| All ractive about J ok Fore lr wrs "A hard
featured d,iH-.t lnred. indcnizsn man Of
nbo,l, 70. " - cine we'd u straw and wore nigh
, collars aud ,ohed like a prema'urely de
cayed tabl' boy" lie tool, his bride to
the puIir house at Little Hampstead for
the bone ymoon They had a bed room
ovHr ihn ,ar and used the bar pnror FOR
sitting room.
"1lley had it to themselves with 's white
otton antimacassa ~. It's smell Of 1t ale beer.
it's engra wings of the Queen and the Prince
Consort behind hy-blo~n glass in early
Vict orian wooden frames. It's stuffed fish
in cases, its dirty crlet stand on the mean
mahogany chiffonier Here he smoked
his pipe. and drank his gin. aud spelt out
the sporting papers. He did not mean TO
be unknd; he swore under his breath only
that for q miserable. pulling. white-lvered
wcnch az he ever saw commend him to the
girl he had married"
OF course, she found married life dis
appointing. We are not surprised to find
her writing TO her father presently: II
have married Mr.. Forest and he won't let
me come toyou. Do come to me: it was all
horrid mistake. wish was dead. Whist
shall do?" He came and found her in the
honeymoon parlor. She had been crying
day and night for hours at time. She
was crying now in corner Of the f'ickety
rorsehar sofa. Her husband pointed at
her with the stem Of his pipe. "She's been
going on like thar for four bloomin' hours
he said. He was glad to he rid Of her for
a conside ration Of 1000 II didn't want
the girl" he assured her father; ut was her
idea all along: but thought that would
make you fork out. and it seems | was
right. Missrabl, little devil! I'd give her
to you for nothing il | could afford it."
He was pitched from a hors shortly after
ward and broke his neck. and 70 Aline was
quite free, rid of Fraulein Eckelstein and
Of "A highly astonishing specimen of h,ls
band, and it is only the end OF the third
chapter.
The story goes on to tell much else that
has nothing in particular to do with Aline.
The title. Pigs in Clover" is taken from
a remark made by the Lady Violet Ain
caster to signify tho millionaires. the rude
captains of industry, who threatened the
nice exclusiveness Of London society.
One Of these was Karl Althaus. n White
chapel Jew, who had grown great in South
Africa. He is the great hearted hero Of
this tale. Cecil Rhodes is in the story.
Here is bit Of him: He took out cigar
and lighted it with shaking hand.
II she goes back on us. the mother country
TIC pN llS tlkdI III l1l. l'uN Ius
voice was lowered. not raised. in his ter
rible excit ement-Ill arm every black in
the country and send them war-whooping
with rifles and with maxms and with
cannon until there isn't Boer left living
in the by country He puffed at his
cigar and cursed it because II would not
draw. I've been an Engshman. he said,
pulling himself up, strong man. over
six feet in height, and feshy; he flung out
his arms. looked at his big fist and repeated.
I've been an Engshman, though South
Africa made man OF me. was a rotten.
puny boy when l left England she nurtured
me badly. had no suck for me. showed me
out. I've dreamt Of her. fought for her.
: Karl Athnus" He never raised his voice.
If through her delay, her damnable calm
and red tape, there is a hair of those mems
heads injured, I'll pull the place down upon
her, I'll make hell through the length and
breadth of the by continent. III -
Then he broke down and flung himself on
the easy chair by karl's bedside and
groaned."
But particularly this novel contains the
story of the betrayal by Louis Althaus.
foster brother Of Karl, Of the love Of Joan
de Groot. author Of that remarkabl book.
The Kaffir and his Keeper. of which it
is said here; Reading this book. one
heard the swish Of the sjambok and saw
the red earth under the karoo bushes dyed
redder with the blood Of the black man.
To those int tense blue skies arched over
the Southern Continent. assembled the
cries OF the enslaved; the heavens were
rent with them; there were sudden storms.
aud the earth was convulsed. The rough
cgotism of the Beers was vivid in the hook;
their brutalities, their cunning also: one
saw their strength. but one turned sick
at their hypocrisy. One realized through
Joan de Groot's pages the superficial re-
ligion that taught the Beers neither virtue
nor charity; their Biblical learning that
yet left them prev to every superstition.
while the lessons OF cleanliness in the Old
Testament were as little regarded as the
lessons of mercy In the New. It WAS
nation that passed before the readers
eye, winding pageantry of ignorance.
strong and menacing. a danger,to civiliza-
ton"
She was % years old when the persua-
sions Of Louis overcame her. She had
been married to a Boer farmer and was
separated from him. Alas she was not