The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1903-01-09
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CHAPTER I.

IL WdS evening SlOli ouS c'CAiA6,
such a. only tropical countries know.
The hot wind that had blown all day
had now died down. and there was a
great stiffness: but 4 pleasant cool
ness in the air made it delightful after
the sweltering heat.
There had beer no rain for a long
time, and the ground was parched and
dry. Outside the pretty homestead
the red sand of the veldt lay thick and
fine In the dry grass which covered
the wagon track. But inside the grass
looked green enough. Perhaps it had
received an artificial shower. All
round the grassy lawn were flower
beds, mostly of tropical flowers, among
which the succulent blue lily raised its
long, trumpet-shaped flowers; but
there were a few English flowers, too
stately hollyhocks, sweet-scented
roses, Q~ueenly dahlias.
Beyond the lawn an avenue OF blue
gum and black nettle led to the veldt
without. Behind the house, which was
built of stone, and looked quaint and
pretty with a veranda running round
1t. rose some of the highest peaks OF
the Drakensberg. A little to the left
ran the river Kip.
On this evening the sun, top near
It's setting to be hot now. was shining
right into the sleepy brown eyes of a
girl who lay full length in the shade
Of a gum-tree, a book on the grass be-
side her. Her head was supported by
q plump little brown hand, and she
was smiling a very happy, contented
smile, as if some happy thought passed
through her mind.
1t was a pretty face, too, with Its
warmth and h%ealthiness Of coloring,
lJs so~ftly-rounded, girlish contour. its
smiling. half-open, red lips, its clear,
open. chiloishly smooth forehead, over
which little curls of the brown hair
shot with rudy gold came ~straying.
The half-shut, smiling eyes were very
soft and happy just now; but who
could say whether they might not
some day be filled with burning pas
SION. with binding tears. or with the
cold. set expression Of despair?
"Bluebell. Bluebell! where are you,
ehild."
The voice came across the little
lawn, clear and distinct on the evening
air; and the girl. rising UP from her
comfortable position, shook herself,
very much as a wet spaniel might do
after coming out of the water, and
started at a quick run for the house.
A tall. angular, spinster lady stood
apon the doorstep.
"What a head, child" was the salu-
tation. Have you forgotten we are
70 have company tonight?"
We'll l do believe | had" retorted
the girl. Don't be angry with me,
will you. auntie? Really l couldn't
help it. I'll never, never do it again.
Now dads going to bring some one
from Maritzburg, is he? Who is it,
auntie? Not anyone very great, l hope
Mr.. Rhodes, for instance?"
Don't talk nonsense, child!" re-
turned Miss Elizabeth Leslie. mo, no.
y's no n SO great as that, only some
very rich man, l believe, who has
made his money at Kimberley or
somewhere. But run away and dress
yourself, child. l have a good sup
per ready, SO | hope your father won't
keep us waiting. He wished us to have
dinner; but why should l? We don't
call it dinner when we are alone, and
why should we change our customs
Tor strangers"
Quite right, auntie dear" Bluebell
Datted her aunt's bony shoulder with a
gentle hand. Besides, likely enough
he's some coarse, horrid man! They
are always the kind that become mil
lionaires. Oh. auntie, I hope father
won't make a great friend of him if he
g."
I'VE shall soon see him, dearie, so
Mere's no use thinking beforehand
what his ways are" said Miss Eliza
beth-she was always called Miss
Glizabeth-soothingly.
Bluebell ran upstairs to her own
room. It was a pretty little room,
not containing much furniture, but as
dainty as feminine fingers could make
4. Bluebell did not spend all her time
tying dreamily under the gum-tree.
She had just donned her pretty white
muslin frock, drawn in at the waist by
. blue bandit was rather strange
that Biuebell should smile and blush
3 little to herself as she fastened the
Niue band-when the sound of horses
hoofs %galloping up the avenue drew
her attention. She ran to the window
hiding behind the window curtains.
Presently two riders emerged from
the avenue. and rode up the gravelet
path to the house. Bluebell could Sc,
them distinctly.
The first was her father. Bluebel
knew him we'll enough not to requir,
70 take a second look al him; yet sh'
did take a second look.
Adam Leslie, Esq, of Tinlaverstock
Bcotland, who had emigrated to Soutl
Africa 10 years ago, was a man Of mid
de age. heavily built, stout, and red
oAced. with a heavy chin. a stubborn
mouth. and a pair of rather cold gra,
syes. But just o his face was rcd
Ter than usual and there was a Sigh