The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-03-12

added: Rachel, we must get out of this and ride for Durban. at once-at once; the white people will protect you there''
 'Who will bury my father and moth err" she asked in the same cold voice.
 T do not know, it does not matter, the living are more than the dead. I can return and see to it afterwards"
 You are right" she answered. Then she knelt down by the bed and lifting her beautiful, agonized face, put up some silent prayer. Next she rose and kissed first her father, then her moth CT. kissed their dead brows in last farewell and turned to go. AS she went her eye fell upon the assegai that lay near to the dead Zulu. Stopping down, she took 1t and with 1t in her hand passed on to the stoep. Here her strength seemed to fail her, for she d'ee1ed against the wall then with an effort flung herself into Richards
 ''Only you left, Richard, only you. Oh! if you were taken from me also, what would become of me?'
 A moment later she became aware that the StOep was Swarmfng with men who seemed to arise out of the shad- ows. A voice said in the Kaffir tongue:
 Seize that white fellow and bind him.
 Instantly before he could do, any thing, before he could even turn, Rich ard was torn from her, struggling furiously, and thrown to the ground Rache1 sprang to the wall and stood with her back to it, raising the spear she held. It flashed into her mind that these were Zulus, and of Zulus she was not afraid.
 What dogs are 'these?' she cried, "that dare to lift a hand against the Inkosazana and her servant?''
 The black men about her swayed and murmured, then made way for a man who walked up the steps of the stoop. The moonlight fell upon him and she saw that it was Ishmael
 .Ra achel," he said, taking off his hat politely, "these are my people. We saw that white scoundrel assault you, and of course seized him at once. As you know a dreadful thing has hap pened here. This afternoon the Zulus killed your father and mother, or rath- CT they killed your father, and your mtoher. who was i'll, died of the shock, whither Dingaan had ordered that they should be taken. So seeing that you were travelling here I came to rescue you, lest you should fall into their hands, and" he added lamely, you know the rest"
 Ishmael had spoken in English, but Rachel answered him in Zulu.
 "I know all Night-prowler,' she cried aloud. ''I know that my father and mother were killed by your order, and in your presence; their spirits told me so but now, and for that crime I sentence you to death? and she point ed at him with the spear. Heaven above and earth beneath she went on 'sbear witness that sentence this man to death. People of the Zulus, hear me in your kraals far away. Hear me, Dingaan, sitting in your Great Place. Hear me- every captain and 1nduna, hear the voice of your Inkosazana. I sentence this man to death, since be- cause of him there is blood between me and my people, the blood of my father and my mother Now, Night prowler, do your worst before you die, but know this, you his servants, that if I am harmed, or If this white man, the chief Dario, is harmed, then you shall die also, every one of you. what is your will, light prowler?'~
 ''I will tell you that at Mafooti, ans wered Ishmael, trying to look bold. l am not afraid of you like those Zulu savages and Dingaan is a long way off. Will you come quietly? l hope so, for I don't want to hurt you or put you to shame, but you've got to come, and this Dario, too. If you make any trouble, will have him killed at once. Understand, Rachel, that if you don't come, he shall be killed at once. My people may be afraid of you, but they won't mind cutting his throat" he ad- ded significantly.
 "Never mind about me- said Rich ard in a choked vioce from the ground where he was pinned down by the Kafirs. Do what you think best for yourself, Rachel''
 (Iro be Contfnued.l