The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-02-16

she did, feeling cold, for the fire had burnt almost out. She rose and walk ed from the cave. The dawn was breaking quietly, for now no wind stirred, and no rain fell. So dense was the mist which rose from the river and sodden land, however, that she could not see two yards in front of her, and fearing lest she should stumble on the lions or some other animals, she did not dare to wander far from the
 mouth of the cave Near to it was a large, hollow surfaced rock, filled now with water like 8 bath. From this she
 drank, then washed and tidied herself as well as she could without the aid of soap, comb or towels, which done, she returned to the cave.
 As Richard was still sleeping, very quietly she laid a little more wood on the embers to keep him warm, then sat down by his side and watched him, for now the grey light of the dawning crept into their place of refuge. To her this slumbering lad looked beau ful, and as she studied him her child 1sh heart was filled with a strange new tenderness, such as she had never felt before. Somehow he had grown dear to her, and Rachel knew that she would never forget him while she liv- ed. Then following this wave of affec- tion came a sharp and sudden pain, for she remembered that presently they must part, and never see each other any more. At least this seemed cer- tain, for. how could they when he was travelling to the Cape and she to Na- tai?
 And yet, and yet a strange convic- tion told her otherwise. The power of precedence which came to her from her mother and her Highland forefath- CTS awoke in her breast and she knew that her life and this lads life were interwoven. Perhaps she dOzed off again, sitting there by the fire. At any rate it appeared to her that she dreamed and saw things in her dream. Wild tumultuous scenes opened them selves before her in vision; scenes of blood and terror, sounds, too, of voices crying war. It appeared to her as if she were mad and yet ruled a queen, death came near to her a score of times, but al- ways fled away at her command. Now Richard Darrien was with her, and now she had lost him and sought-ah. how she sought through dark places of doom and unnatural night. It was as though he were dead, and she yet living, searched for him among tic of the dead. She found him also, and drew him towards her. How, she did not know.
 Then there was 8 scene, a last scene, which remained fixed in her mind aft CT everything else had faded away. She saw the huge trunks of forest trees, enormous, towering trees, gloomy trees beneath which the darkness could be felt. Down their avenues shot the level arrows of the dawn. They fell on her, Rachel, dressed in robes of white skin, turning her long, outspread hair to gold They fell up- on little people with faces of dusl1y pallor, one of them crouched against the bole. of a tree, a wizened monkey of a man who in all that vastness looked small, small. They fell upc.. another man, ,white-skinned, half-nak- ed. with a yellow beard, who was lashed by hide ropes to second tree. 1t was Richard Darrien grown older, and at his feet lay a broad -bladed spear!
 The vision left her, or she was awak- ened' from her sleep, whichever ii might be, by the pleasant voice of this same Richard, who stood yawning be- fore her, and said:
 'It is time to get up. I say. why dc you look so queer? Are you ill?"
 "I have been up, long ago. sha an- swered, struggling to her feet. What do you mean?"
 Nothing, except that you seemed a ghost minute ago. Now you are girl again; it must have been the light"