The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-02-19
THE LADY OF
 THE HEAVENS
Copyright, 1908, by H. Rider Haggard
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 Because I don't like him, mother. I think he is worse than any of the rest down there-too bad to stop among them robably-and--'' she added with conviction. "I think we shall have more of his company than we want be- fore all is done. Oh! it is no good to say that I am prejudiced--I do. and what is more, he came into our Gar den of Eden and shot the buck. I hope he will meet that rhinOcerOs on the
 way home. There!'
 Although she disapproved, or tried to think that she did. of such strong opinions so strongly expressed, Mrs. Dove offered no further opposition to them. The fact was that her daugh- ter's bodily and mental vigour over shadowed her. as they did her hus- band also. Indeed. it seemed curious that this girl. so powerful in body and i'll mind, should have sprung from such a pair-a wrong-headed. narrow-view- ed saint whose right place in the world would have been cell in the mon- astery of one of the stricter orders, and a gentle uncomplaining high-bred woman. with a mind distinguished by it's affectionate and mystical nature, a mind so unusual and refined that it seemed to be. and in truth was. open to influences whereof mercifully - the subtle. secret power.
 Of her father there was absolutely no trace in Rachel, except certain physical resemblance-so far as he was concerned she must have thrown back to some earlier progenitor. Even their intellects and moral outlook, were quite different. She had. it is true. some thing of his scholarly power: thus, not withstanding her wild upbringing, as has been said, she could read the Greek Testament almost as well as he could. or even Homer. which she liked because the old. bloodthirsty heroes re-
 minded her of the Zulus. He had taught her this and other knowledge, and she was an apt pupil. But there the resemblance stopped. Whereas his intelligence was narrow and enslaved by the priestly tradition hers was wide and human. She searched and she criticized; she believed in God as he in the evil as in the good. In her own thought she often compared these forces to the Day and the Night and believed both of them to be necessary to the human world, For her, saV- agery had virtues as well as clvlllza- tion, although it is true or the latter she knew but little.
 From her mother Rachel had fn- herited more: for instance her grace Of speech and bearing. and her intuition, or foresight. Only in her case this curious gift did not dominate her. her other forces held it in check. She felt and she knew. but feeling and knowl- edge did not frighten or make her weak any more than the strength of her frame or of her spirit made her unwomanly. She accepted these things as part of her mental equipment, that was all, being fully aware that to her a. door was opened which is shut firm ly enough in the faces of most folk, but not on that account in the least afraid of looking through it as her mother was.
 Thus when she saw the man called Ishmael, she knew we'll enough that he was destined to bring great evil upon her and hers. as when as child she met the boy Richard Darrien, she had known other things. But she did not, therefore, fear the man and his at tendant evil. She only shrank from the first and looked through the second, onward and outward to the ultimate good which she was convinced lay at the end of everything. and meanwhile, being young and merry, she found his zebra-skin trousers very ridiculous.
 Just as Rachel and her mother fin ished their conservation about MT. Ishmael. MT. Dove arrived from lit- tie kloof, where he had been engaged with the Kaffirs in cutting bushes to make a thorn fence round their camp as protection against lions and