The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1910-11-27

Instantly all thoughts of Emily
and her mission died out of the old
mans mind He and this man were
not only friends; they had work in
common.
Things will be moving, then.
Good"
Yes, things will be moving And
Elwood deposited his great body in
to a natiye-made armchair that had
nothing to recommend it but its
strength. He glanced around the
room. Then his eyes came to the
pile of manuscript on the table.
Busy, John? What is it? Your
native history of Bechuanaland?'
The other shook his head.
"An Indictment against certain
scoundrelly Transyaal officials just
across the border. My people are
suffering in many outlying districts.
It's for the future. / don't want to
forget any detail"
BURN it, John, burn it. The fu-
ture must care for itself. Your mem
ory will serve you all you need. May
be it'll be best to forget-when the
time comes"
The Old man glanced down at his
papers. He squared his great shoul-
ders and put the sheets on one
side. But his manner was in no.
wise yielding.
"Well?" he inquired, with a quick
flash of his keen eyes
Ferman smiled grayely.
"If | mistake not, here comes our
Dutch friend
There was the sound of a light
vehicle drawing up outside. A mo-
ment later the doorway was filled
by the enormous figure of a heavy
faced, bearded Boer. The man was
giant, and had to bend low to
make his way in. He nodded a greet
ing and shook hands silently Then
he sat himself down upon a vacant
chair and remained waiting for the
others to speak. His manner was
typical of his race. The missionary
raised his voice, calling to his wife.
Coffee, EN-" he shouted Then
he turnel to his visitor. "The long
trek is over, eh?" he inquired
Yes. have much to tell,' the
Boer answered., in excellent English,
| This man was one of that small
body of Boer farmers in Bechuana-
! land who had thrown in their lot
with the progressive movement of
British pioneers, and had remained
loyal to it through all the vicssi-
tudes of the recent campaign, and
the increasing animosity of his coun-
trymen towards the British.
The missionary's wife brought in
the coffee and retired at once. She
knew that here was being he'd a
council in which she could take no
part.
Ferman turned inquiringly to-
wards Jan Kotze.
Il make Pretoria" the Boer said
gutturally, in reply to his mute
question, while he thoughtfully stir
red his coffee, and | speak with
those we know There is much Going
much done. That Man Kruger.
Dom Paul. He has a devil He has a
big brain in a small space-which is
bad. Yes, he reads the Book all day
and hates the 'rooi-nek' all night
He has German friends in Pretoria.
The Volksraad do as he says. They
know what he tells them. Nothing
more. He tells them little"
Jan Kotze shrugged his fat shoul-
ders and slipped his coffee noisily.
And these Germans" asked Fer.
man, without apparen, interest, while
the missionary looked on in 81.
lence
They come and so. They carry
letters and they bring letters
The Boer gael mto his tin cup
How are the missions prosper.
ing up-country?' asked Verricker af.
ter a long pause The Beers black
eyes turned at once on the ques
toner.
They are troubled because of
many traders. come round from
Pretoria and make the northern bor-
der of the TranSvaal | go by the
south bank of the Limpopo, later !
cross. Manicaland, Mashonaland, Ma
tabele,and. These l pass through. |
come to Chicani, and so to Ngami.
Then the great thrists down to
Khama's and Molopololi, and so
down here. 1t is the same every
where. Traders pass through the
land everywhere. German tra,ers. -
And the trouble?" 1t was Ferman
who spoke, and with a curious sharp
ness.