The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-03-05

could get me out of Zululand. I take you at your word, not for my own here, but for that of my father and, mother who will be anxious and her voice weakened a little as she spoke of them.
 DO you? Well, won't I ann comfortable here also, and shall be more so as the husband of the Inkosa- zana. This is a very pretty kraal, and it is quite big enough for two,' he added with an anorOus sheer. Now for a. minute at least Rachel sat still and rigid. When she spoke again it was in a kind of gasp: "Never,'' she said, 'have you gone nearer to your death, you wanderer without name or shame. Listen now I give you one week to arrange my | escape home. If it is not done within that time, will pay you back for those words. Be silent, / will hear no nlore''
 Then she called out:
 "Rise, men, and bear the message of the Inkosazana to Dingaan, King of wandering white dog whom he has sent into my house, has done me insult. Say that he has asked me, the 1nkosa- zana y-Zcola, to be one of his wives" At these words the counSellorS and captains uttered a shout of rage, and two of the latter seized Ishmael by the arm. lifting their spears to plunge them into him. Rachel waved her wand ana Iney let them Idd dSdIH 'Nct yet" she said. 'Ta-ke him to the King. and if my word comes to the
 King, then he dies, and not till then. would Tot have his vile blood on my the Heavens leave him to the ven geance of the Heavens. My mantle is over him, lead him back to the King and let me see his face no more"
 I've hear and it shall be so.' they answered with one voice, then forget ting their ceremony hustled Ishmael from the kraal.
 Have I done well?' asked Rachel of Noie' hea when ;, they were rnnea alone, .vo,, should have killed the snake while you were hot against him, since when your blood grows cold you can never do it, and he will live to bite you-''
 "I have no right to kill a man, Noie; just because he makes love to me, and I hate him. Also, if I did so he could not help me to escape from Zululand which he will do now because he IS afraid of me-
 will he be afraid of you when you are both across the Tugela?" asked Noie. "Inkosazana, give me power to ask no questions. Ibubesi killed my father and mother and brethren, and has tried to kill me. Therefore my heart would not be sore if, after the ia sbion of this land, paid him spears for battle-axes, for he deserves to die"
 Perhaps, Noie, but not by my word"
 Perhaps by your hand, then,'s said Noie, looking at her curiously. Well, soon or late he will die a red death the reddest of deaths. I learned that from the spirit of my father
 ''The spirit of your father?'' said Rachel. looking at her.
 Certainly, it speaks to me often and tells me many things, though I may not repeat them to you till they are accomplished. Thus l was not afraid in the hands of Dingaan, for it told me that you would save me"
 "i wish it would speak to me and tell me when I can go home," said Rachel with a. sigh.
 "It would if it could, Zoola, but it cannot because the curtain is too thick. Had all you loved been slain before your eyes, then the veil would be worn thin as mine is, and through it, you who are akin to them, would hear the talk of the ghosts. and dimly see them wandering beneath their trees"
 Beneath their -trees@!
 s'Yes, the trees of their life, of which all the boughs are deeds and all the leaves are words under the shadow of which they must abide for ever. My people could tell you of those treess and perhaps they will one day when we visit them together. Nay, pay no heed, I was wandering in my talk. It is the sight of that wild beast, 1bubes1. You will not let me kill him! Well, doubtless it is fated so. I think one day you will be sorry-but too late"
 (To be Continued.l