The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-03-11

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 1 night, my brother. Do you remember | how we stood side by side in that big | fight twenty years ago. when the Pom do giant got me down and you fell on I the top of me and thrust upwards and killed him? It was very good fight, was it not? We will talk it over again | in the World of Spirits Goodnight, my brother. Yes. yes. will deliver | the message to your little girl. and tell I her where the necklace is to be found, | and that you wish her to name her l first-born son after you Goodnight Use that assegai at once. for your wound must be painful. or perhaps as | you are down upon the ground Ibubesi will do it for you. Goodnight. my brother. and Ibubesi. goodnight to you also. We cross the Tugela by another drift, wait you here for the InkoSa-
 zana. and tell her how the Shouter died"
 Then they turned and went The wounded man watched them pass the gone he used the assegai upon him self, and with his failing hand flung it feebly at Ishmae1
 The dying Zulu's spear struck Ish- | mael, who had turned his head away, upon the cheek. just pricking it and causing the blood to flow. no more. Ishmael was still also. paralysed al most, or so he seemed, for even the
 pain of the cut did not make him move. He stared at the bodies of MT. and Mrs. Dove: he stared at the dead Zulu, and in his heart a voice cried: You have murdered them. By now they are pleading to God for vengeance on you. You will never dare to be alone again. for they will haunt you. !" AS he thought it the relaxed hand of the old clergyman who had, fallen in a sitting posture on the bed. slipped from his wounded head which he had clasped just before he died. and for
 moment seemed to point at him. He shivered. but still he could not stir. How dreadful and solemn was that face! And those eyes, how they
 searched out the black record of his heart! The quiet rays of the afternoon
 sun suddenly flowed in through the window place and illumined the awful accusing face till it shone like that of a saint in glory. A drop of blood from the cut upon his cheek splashed on the floor. and the noise of it struck on his strained nerves loud as a, pietol-shot. Blood. his own blood wherewith he must pay for that which he had shed. break the spell. With an oath he bounded out Of the room like a fright ened wolf. those dead staring at him as he went.
 The zulus had fled in one direction. and the inhabitants of Ramah in an other: there was no one to be seen. His eye fell upon the dense mass of LUSH dDOtS Cne SCdIlOll. dIlu I0 ISulS1u- bered the message that he had sent to his own people to meet him there. Perhaps they had already arrived. He would go to see, he who was in such sore need of human company. As he went his numbed faculties returned to him, and in the open light of day some of his terror passed. He began to think again What was done was done; he could not bring the dead back to life He was not really to blame, and after all. things had worked out well for him. Save for this white man, Dario. Rachel was now alone in the world, and dead people did not speak, there was no one to tell her of his share in the tragedy. Why should she not turn to him who had no one else tc whom she could go? The white be got rid of somehow: very likely he would run away. and they two would be left quite alone. At any rate it was for her sake that he had entered this black road of sin. and what did one step more matter, the step that led him to his reward? Of course it might lead him somewhere else. Ra- chel was a woman to be feared, and the Zulus were to be feared. and other things to which he could give no shape or name. but that he felt pressing around him. were still more to be fear ed. Perhaps he would do best to fly, far into the interior. or by ship tod some other land where none would know him and his black story. What! Fly COmpan1Oned by those ghosts, ana leave Rachel the woman for whom he burned. with this Dario. whom the Zulus said she loved. and with whom her mother. just before her end. had declared that she would be safe? New CT. She was his; he had bought her with blood, and he would have the due the devil owed him.
 He was in the bush now. and voice called him. that of his head man.
 "Comeout you dog" he said. search ing the dense foliage with his eyes and the man appeared. saluting him humbly.
 we received your message and we have come. Inkoos. We are but just arrived. What has chanced here that the town is so still?"
 '"rhe Zulus had been and gone. They have killed the white Teacher and his wife, though thought to save them look at my wound. Also the people are fled"
 "Akn' replied the head man. 'that was an ill deed. for he was holy, and great prophet. and doubtless his spirit is strong to revenge We'll for you is it. Master. that you had no hand in the deed. as at first I feared might be the case, for know that Hast night a strange dog clunbed on to your hut and how1ed there and would not be driven away. nor could we kill it with spears, so think it was a ghost. All your wives thought that evil had drawn near to you"
 (To bo Continued.l