Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-02-07

Doubtless affection was at the bottom
OF IT, for Janey Dove was a very faithful
woman; also there were other thlngs-he
fatalism. and stronger STILL her WEAKNESS
She believed that they were doomed. Well
let the doom fall: she had no fear of tn,
beyond. AT the best it might be happy
and at the worst. deep. everlasting rest
and peace. and she felt as though sh.
needed thousands of years OF rest ant
peace. Moreover. she was sure that nc
harm would come TO Rachel. the very ap-
pie of her eye; that she was marked to
live and find happiness even in this wild
land. so IT came about that she refused
her husbands offer to allow her to return
home. where she had no longer any ties
and for perhaps the twentieth time pre-
pared herse!f to journey she knew not
whittier
Rachel. seated there in the sunless
sweltering heat. reflected on these things
OF course, she did not know all the story.
but most of II had come under her OBJ
servatiOn In one way or another and be-
ing shrewd by nature, she could guess the
rest, for she who was Compa nioniess had
much time for reflection and for guessing
She sympathized with her father in his
ideas, understanding vaguely that there
was something large and noble about
them but in the main. body and mind
she was her mothers child. Already she
showed her mother dreamy beauty 10
which were added her fathers stra ght
FEATURES ano clear gray eyes. together
with promise Of his height But OF his
character she had little that is outside
or q courage and fxity of purpose which
marked them both. For the rest she was
FAR. or fore-seeing, Ike her mother an
pretending the end of things BY some
strange instinct; always very faithful in
character.
Rachel was unhappy. She did not mind
the hardship and the heat for she was
accustomed TO both, and her health was
so perfect that 1t would have needed
much worse things to affect her Blu;
she loved the baby that was gone and
wondered whether she would ever see il
again. On the whole she thought SO for
mere that intuition of hers came in but
at the best she was sure that there would
be long 10 wait She loved her mother
also. and srieved more for her than for
herself. especially now when she was so
III. Moreover she knew and shared her
mind. This journey. she felt, was fool
ishness: her father was man led by
star. as the natives say, and would fol-
low ii over the edge of the word and he
no nearer Tie was not fit 20 have charge
of her mother.
OF herself she did not think 50 much
Still. al Grahamstown for a year or so
there had been other children for COM
panions Dutch. most OF them. Il is true
and all rough in mind and manner Vel
played with them she could forge, she
knew so much more than they did: that
for instance she could read the Gosrc,s
in Greek-which her father had Taught
her ever since she was a little child
while they could scarcely spell them ont
in the Taal. or Boer dialect and that they
had never heard even of William the Con-
queror. She did not care particularly |
about Greek and William the Conoueror |
but she did care for friends. and now thew
were all gone from her. gone like the |
baby. as far off as William the Con-
queror. And she, she was alone in the |
with a father who talked and
thought of heaven all day long. and a |
mother who lived In memories and walked |
in the shadow of DOOM and oh, she was
Her gray eyes filled with tears so tina,
she could no longer see that everlasting
ocean. which she did not regret, as It |
wearied her. She wiped them with the
back Of her hand. that was burnt quite