The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-02-20
THE LADY OF
 THE HEAVENS
Copyright, 1908, by H. Rider Haggard
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The moon was shining brightly and by its light she saw the hyenas. two of them-wOlves as they are called in South Africa-long grey creatures that prowled round the thorn fence hun- grily. causing the oxen that were tied to the trek tow and the horses picket ed or the other side of the wagon to low and whinny in an uneasy fashion. The hyenas saw her also for her head rose above the rough fence. and being Sowardly beasts. slunk away. She could have shot them if she chose. but did not. first because she hated klIllns anything unnecessarily. even a WoH' and secondly because it would nave aroused the camp. So she contenteu herself with throwing more dry Woou y on the fire. stepping over the hallir who slept like logs. in order to oo so. Then, resting upon her gun like some Amazon on guard. she gazed a Wnlie at the lovely moonlit sea. ana the ionS line of game trekking silently to thelr drinking place. until seeing no more of the wolves or other dangerous beasts. she turned and sought her bed again.
 She was thinking of MT. Ishmael and his zebra-skin trousers; wondering why the man should have filled her with such an unreasoning dislike. II she had dfsliked him at a distance of fifty paces, how she would hate him
 
 probably only one of those broken sol diers of fortune of whom she had met several, who took to the wilderness as a last resource, and by degrees sank to the level of the savages among whom they lived, person who was not worth a. second thought So she tried to put him from her mind, ana by way of an antidote, since still she could not sleep. filled it with her rec ollections of Richard Darrien. some years had gone by since they had met and from that time to this she nau never heard word of him m WHICH she could put the slightest faith She did not even know whether he were alive or dead, only she believed tndI if he were dead she would De aware of it. No she had never hearo oI him. and it seemed probable that sne never would hear of him agaln. 1eI she did not believe that either. Hau she done so her happlness-IoI oll .nS whole Rachel was a happy glrl-Would haye departed from her, since this once-seer lad had never left her heart, nor had she forgotten their farewell kiss.
 Reflecting thus, at length Rachel fell off to sleep and began to dream, still of Richard Darrien. It was a long remember but little, but in it there were shoutings, and black faces, and the flashing of spears; also the White man Ishnrael was present there. one part. however, she did remember; Richard Darrfen, grown taller, chang ed and yet the same, leaning over her, warming her of danger to come warn ing her against this man Ishmael.
 She sawoke suddenly to see that the light of dawn was creeping into her tent, that low, soft light which IS so beautiful in Southern Africa. Rachel was disturbed, she felt the need of ac- tion, of anything that would change the current of her thoughts. No one was about yet. What should she do? She knew; the sea was not more than a mile away she would go down to 1t and bathe, and be back before the rest of them were awake.