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As this lit? tle ballad is seldom found in collections of poetry, we print it entire : As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping, With a pitcher of milk from the fair of Coleraine, When she saw me she stumbled, the pitcher it tumbled, And all the sweet buttermilk watered the plain. Oh, what shall I do, now? 'Twas looking at you, now. Sure, sure, such a pitcher I'll ne'er meet again. 'Twas the pride of my dairy. Oh, Barney McLeary, You're sent as a. plague to the girl3 of Cole? raine! I sat down beside her, and gently- did chide ber. Thai such a misfortune should give her such pain. A kiss then I gave her. Before I did leave her, She vowed, for. such pleasure she'd break it again. 'Twas the haymaking season. ? can't tell the reason Misfortunes will never, come single-that's plain Forvery soon after poor Kitty's disaster. The devil a pitcher was whole in Coleraine. ; fcrH.R?DER HAGGARD, iTONTE?CED.l CHAPTER VU LOVE'S TOUXO DBEA3L After waiting- a few minutes Jess.said i*G?od night" and went straight to Bessie's room Her sister; had undressed and .was sit? ting; on her bed wrapped in a blue dressing gown that suited her fair complexion ad? mirably, and with, a very desponding ex - pression on her beautiful face. Bessie was one of those people who are easily elated and easily cast down. Jess came np to her and kissed her. ?fWhat is i?^.loveP she said. Her sister wonldnever have divined the gnawing anx? iety that was eating at her heart asshe said it "Ob, Jess, Pm so glad that yen have come. I do so want you to advise:me; that is, to tefl, me what yon think,'' and she paused. "Yon must tell nie what it is all abont first, Bessie dear," sh? said, sitting down opposite to her in such a position that her face was shaded, from the fight. Bessie tapped her naked foot against the matting with which the little room was carpeted. It was an ex? ceedingly pretty foot "Well, dear old, girl, it is just this-Prank Moller has been here to ask me to marry: him." "Oh," said Jess, with a sigh of relief, -*so that was all?" She felt as though a ton weight had been lifted from her heart. She had expected that bit of news for some time. "He wanted me to marry him, and when I said I would not he behaved like-like" "Like a Boer,57 suggested Jess. *^Like a brute," went on Bessie, with em? phasis. "So yon dont like Frank Muller?7 ?Like him! I loathe the man. Ton don't know how I loathe him, with his handsome, .bad face and bis cruel eyes. I always loathed him, and now I hate him, too. But I will tell yon all abont it;" and she did, with many* feminine comments and interpolations. Jess sat quite still and waited till she had finished. "Well, dear," she said, at last, "yon are not going to marry him, and so there is an end of it. Yon can't detest the man more than I do. I have watched him for years," she went on, with rising anger, "and I tell yon that Frank Muller is a liar and a traitor. That .man would betray his own father if he thonght it to his own interest to do so. He hates uncle l am sure he does, although he pretends to be so fond of him. I am sure that he has tried often and often to stir np the Boers against him. Old Hans Coetzee told mo that he denounced him to the Veld Cornet as an Outlander and a *verdomde Ehgelsmann' about two years before the annexation, and tried to get him to persuade the Landdrost to report him as a law breaker, to the Baad; while all the time he was pretending to be so friendly. Then in the Sikukuni war it was Frank Muller who caused them to commander uncle's two best wagons and the spans. He .gaye, none himself, nothing but a couple of bags of meal. He is a wicked fellow, Bessie, and a dangerous fellow; but he has more brains and more power about him than any man in the Transvaal, and you will have to be very careful, or he will do us all a bad tarn." "Ah F said Bessie; "well, he can't do much now that the country is English." "I am not so sure of that. I am not so sure that the country is going to stop English. You laugh at me for reading the home papers, but I see things there that make me doubtful. The other-people are in power now in England, and one does not know what they may do; you heard what uncle said to-night They might give us up to the Boers. You must remember that we far away people are only the counters with which they play their game." "Nonsense, Jess," said Bessie indignantly. "Englishmen are not like that When they say a thing they stick to it" "They used to, you mean," answered Jess with a shrug, and got up from her chair to go to bed. Bessie began to fidget her white feet over one another. "Stop a bit, Jess dear," she said. "I want to speak to you about something else." Jess sat or rather dropped, back into her chair, and b*r pale face turned paler than ever, but Bessie blushed rosy red and hesi? tated. "It is about Capt Niel," she said at length. "Oh," answered Jess with a little laugh, and her voice sounded strange and cold in her own ears: "Has he been following Frank Muller's example and proposing to you, too?" "I?O-O," said Bessie, '*but'-and here she rose, and, sitting on a stool by her elder sis? ter's chair, rested her forehead against ber knee-"but I love him and I believe that ho loves me. This morning he told me that I was the prettiest woman he had seen at home or abroad, and the sweetest, too; and do you know," she said, looking up and giving a happy little laugh, "I think he meant it, too." "Are you joking, Bessie, or are you really j inearnesat?" ? "In earnest I ah, but that I am, and I am not ashamed to say it I fell in love with John Niel when he killed that cock ostrich. He looked so strong and savage as he fought with it It is a fine thing to "see a man put out all his strength. And then he is such a gentleman!-so different from the men we see round here. Oh. yes, I fell in love with him at once, and I havo got deeper and deeper in love with him ever since, and if be does not marry me I think that it will break my heart There, that's the truth, Jess dear," and she dropped her golden bead on to her sister's knees, and she began to cry, softly, at the thought And the sister sat there on the chair, her hand hanging*idly by her side, her white face set and impassive a? that of an Egyptian sphinx, and the large eyes gazing far away through the window, against which the rain was beating-far away out into the night and the storm. She heard the surging of the storm, she heard her sister's weeping, her i eyes perceived the dark square of the window through which they appeared to look,sbe could feel Bessie's head upon her knees-yes, she I could see and hear and feel, and yet it seemed to her that she was dead. The lightning had fallen on her soul as it fell on the pillar of rock, and it was as the pillar was. And it ! had fallen so soon ! there had been such a little span of happiness and hope! And so she sat like a stony sphinx, and Bessie wept softly be? fore her, like a beautiful, birthing, loving human suppliant, and the two formed a pic- ] tore and a contrast such as the student of j Vi* - "T-' ' . ' THE LIGHTNING HAD FALCES ON HER SOO hunian nature does not often get the chan of seeing. It was the elder sister who spoke first afl alL "Well, dear," she said, "what are you cr ing about? Yon love Capt Niel, and you t Here that he loves you/ - Surely this is nothn to cry about" "Well, I don't know that it is," said Bessi more cheerfully; "but I was thinking ho dreadful it would be if I lost him.'' "I don't think that you need be afraid," sa Jess; "and now, dear, I really must go to be I am so tired. Good night, my dear; G< bless you! I think that you havo made V3TT wise choice. Capt. Niel is a man who .any woman might love and be proud i loving." In another mix ute she was in her room, ai there her'composure left her, for she was bi a loving woman after alL She flung h erse upon her bed,.and, m'ding her face in the pi low, burst into a paroxysm of weeping very different flung from Bessie's gent tears.. Her. grief absolutely convulsed he and ?he pushed the bed clothes against h( mouth to prevent the sound of it penetratin the partition walls and reaching John Kiel ears, for his room >v?s next to hers. Even i the midst of her suffering the thought of tl irony of the thing forced itself into her minx There, separated from her only bj a fe1 inches of latTrand plaster and some four c five feet of space, was the man for whom sh mourned, thus, and yet he was as ignorant c it as though he were thousands of miles awaj Sometimes, at such acute crises in our live the limitations of our physical nature d strike' us in this sort of way. It is strange t be so. near and yet so far, and it brings th absolute and utter loneliness of every create being home to mind in a manner that i forcible and at times almost terrible. Joli Niel going composedly to sleep, his min happy with the recollection of those two righ and left shots, and Jess lying on her bed, si: feet away, and sobbing out her stormy hear over Min, are after all but types of what i continually going on in this- remarks bie world. How often do we understand on another's grief? and, when we do, by wha standard can we measure it? More especial]; is comprehension rare if we happen to bc th original cause of the trouble. Do we thin] of the feelings of the beetles it isourpainfu duty to crush, into nothingness? Not at all If wo have any compunctions, they ar quickly absorbed in the pride of our capture And moro often still, as in the present case wp set our foot upon tho poor victim by pur accident or venal carelessness. Suffering, mental suffering, is a prerogative of greatness, and even here there lies nu ex quisite joy at its core. For everything has it compensations. Nerves such as* these car thrill with a high happiness that will sweej unf eic over the mass of men. Thus he who i: stricken with grief at the sight of the world"; misery-as all great and good men must bo? is at times lifted up with joy by catching som? faint gleam of the almighty purpose thai underlies it all. So it was with the Son ol Man in his darkest hours; the spirit thal enabled him to compass out the measure ol tho world's sufi!?ring and sin enabled him also knowing their purposes, to gaze beyond them and thus it is, too, with those deep heartet children <*f his race, who partake, howevci dimly, of his divinity. And so, even in this hour of her darkesl bitterness and grief, a gleam of comfort strug gled to Jess' breast just as the first ray ol dawn was struggling through tho stormy night. She would sacrifice herself to her sister-that she had determined on ; and hence came that cold gleam of happiness, for tberc is happiness in self sacrifice, whatever thc cynical may say. At iirst ber woman's nature had risen in rebellion against the thought Why should she throw her fife away ? She had as good a right to bim as Bessie, and she knew that by the strength of her own hand she could holdTnm against Bessie in all her beauty, however far things had gone between them; and she believed, as a jealous woman is prone to do, that they had gone much ?farther than they had. But by and by her better self rose up and mastered the promptings of her heart Bessie loved him, and Bessie was weaker than she and less suited to bear pain, and she had sworn to her dying mother-for Bessie had been her mother's darling-to promote her happiness, and, come what would, to comfort I and protect her by every means in her power. It was a wide oath, and she was only a child when she took it, but it bound her conscience none the less, and surely it covered this. Be? sides, she dearly loved her-far, far more than she loved herself. No, Bessie should have her lover, and she should never know what it had cost her to give bim up; and as for herself, "well, she must go away Uko a wounded buck, and hide till she got well-or died. She laughed a drear little laugh, and went and brushed her hair just as the broad lights of the dawn came streaming across the misty veldt. But she did not look at ber face again in the glass; she cared no more about it now, Thea she threw herself down to sleep tho sleep of .utter exhaustion before it was time to go out again and face the world and her new sorrow. P<-?or Jess! Love's young dream had not I overshadowed her for long. It had tarried I just three hours. But it had left other j dreams !>ehind. '.Uncle," said Jess that morning to old Silas Croft as be stood by the kraal gate, where be had been counting out tho sheep-an opera? tion requiring great quickness of eye, and on the accurate performance of which ho greatly prided himself. "Yes, yes, my dear, I know what you are going to say. It was very neatly done; it isn't everybody who can count out OOO run? ning, hungry sheep without a mistake. But, then, I oughtn't to say too much, for you see I have boen at it for fifty years, in the Old Colony and herc. Now, many a man would get fifty sheep wrong. There's Niel now" "Uncle," said she, wincing a little at the name, as a horse with a sore bark winces nt the touch of tho saddle, "it wasn't about the sheep that I waa going to speak to you. I want you to do rae a favor." "A favori Why, God bless the girl, how pale you look !-not but what j'ou aro alwaA-s pale. Well, what is it now?" "I want to go up to Pretoria by thc post cart that leaves Wakkerstroom to-mor? row afternoon, and to stop for a couple of months with my schoolfellow Jane Neville. I have often promised to go, andi have never gone." "Well, I never," said tho old mon. "Ivly stay at home Jess wanting to go away, and without Bessie, too! What is the matter with you?" "I want a change, uncle, I do, indeed. I hope you won't thwart me in this." Her uncle looked at ber steadily with his keen, gray eyes. "Humph!" he said, "yon want to go away, and there's an end of it. Best not ask too many questions wheroa maid is concerned. Very well, my dear, go if you like, though I shall miss yo?." "Thank you, uncle," she said, and kissed [ him, and then terned and went. Old Croft took off his broad hat and pol ished bis bald head with a red pocket hand? kerchief. "There's something up with that giri," he said aloud to a lizard that had crept out of the crevices of the stone wall to bask in the sun. "I am not such a fool as I look, and I say that there is something wrong with her. She is odder than ever," and he hit viciously at the lizard with bis stick, whereon it promptly bolted into its crack, returning presently to see if the irate "human" had de? parted. "However," he soliloquized, as he made bis way up to the bouse, "I am glad that it was not Bessie. I couldn't bear, at my time of life, to part with Bessie even for a couple of months." CHAPTER VIH. JESS GOES TO PRETORIA. That day, at dinner, Jess suddenly an? nounced that she wa< going on the morrow to Pretoria to see Jane Neville. "To see Jane Neville!" said Bessie, opening her blue eyes wide. uWby, it was only last month you said that you did not care about Jane Neville now, because she bad grown so vulgar. Don't you remember when she stopped here on her way down to Natal last year, and held up her fat hands, aud said: 'Ah, Jess-Jess is a genius! It is a privilege to know her.' And then she wanted you to quote Shakespeare to that lump of a brother of hers, and you told her that if see did not hold her tongue she would not enjoy the privilege much longer. And now you want to go and stop with ber for two months I Well, Jess, you are odd. And, what's more, I think it is very unkind of you to go away for so long." To all of which prattle Jess said nothing, but merely reiterated her determination to go. John, too, was astonished and, to tell the truth, not a little disgusted. Since the pre? vious day, when he had that talk with her in Lion Kloof, Jess had assumed a clearer and more difinite interest in his eyes. Before that she had been an enigma: now ho bad guessed enough about her to make him anxious to know more. Indeed, he had : yt perhaps realized bow strong and definite his interest was till be heard that she was going away for a long period. Suddenly it struck him that the farm would be very dull without this interesting woman moving about the place in ber silent, resolute kind of way. Bessie was, no doubt, delightful and charm? ing .to look on, but she bad not got ber sis? ter's brains and originality; and John Niel was sufficiently above the ordinary run to thor? oughly appreciate intellect and originality in a woman, instead of standing aghast at it She interested him intensely, to say the least of it, and, manlike, be felt exceedingly put out, and even sulky, at the idea of ber departure. He looked at her in remonstrance, and even, in awkwardness begotten of his irritation, knocked down the vinegar cruet and made a mess upon the table; but she evaded his eyes and took no notice of the vinegar. Then, feeling that be had done all that in bim lay, he went to see about the ostriches; first of oil, hanging about a little to see if Jess would eomeout, which ^ho did not Indeed, he saw nothing more of her till supper time. Bessie told him that she said she was busy packing; but, as one can only take twenty pounds1 weight of luggage in a post cart, this did not quite convince bim that it was so in fact. At supper she was, if possible, even more quiet than she had been at dinner. After it was over he asked ber to sing, but she de? clined, saying that she had given up singing for the present, and persisting in her state? ment in spite of the chorus of remonstrance it aroused. The birds only sing while they are mating; and it is, by the way, a curious thing, and suggestive of the theory that the same great principles pervade all nature, that Jess, now that her trouble bsd overtaken her, and that she had lost her love which had sud? denly sprang from her heart-full grown and clad in power as Athena sprung from -tho bead of Jove-bad no further inclination to use bei* divine gift of song. It probably was nothing more than a coincidence, but it was a curious one. The arrangement was that on the morrow Jess was to be driven in tho Cape cart to Martinus-Wesselstroom,' more commonly called Wakkerstroom, and there catch the post cart, which was timed to leave the town at midday, though when it would leave was quite another matter. Post carts aie not par? ticular to a day or so in the Transvaal . Old Silas Croft was going to drive ber with Bessie, who bad some shopping to do in Wak? kerstroom, as ladies sometimes have; but at the last moment the old man got a premoni? tory twinge of the rheumatism, to which bo was a martyr, and could not go, so, of course, John volunteered, and, 'though Jess raised some difficulties, Bessie furthered the idea, and in the end bis offer was accepted. Accordingly at 8:30 ona beautiful morning up came the tented cart, with its two massive wheels, stout st ?akwood disselboom, and four spirited young hox-ses: to the bead of which the Hottentot Jantje, assisted by the Zulu Mouti, clad in .the sweet simplicity of a moocha, a few feathers in his wool, and a horn snuffbox stuck through the fleshy part of the ear, hiing grimly on. In they got John first, then Bessie next to him, then Jess. Next Jantje scrambled up behind; and after some preliminary backing and plunging, and showing a disposition to twine themselves affectionately round tho orange trees, off went the horses at a hand gallop, and away swung the cart after them, in a fashion that would have frightened anybody not accus? tomed to that mode of progression pretty well out of his wits. As it was, John had as much as he could do to keep the four horses together and to prevent them from bolting, and this alone, to say nothing of the rattling and jolting of the vehicle over the uneven track was sufficient to put a stop to any attempt at conversation. Wakkerstroom was about eighteen miles from Mooifontein, a distance that they covered well within the two hours. Here the horses were outspanned at the hotel, and John went into the house whence the post cart was to start and booked Jess' seat, and then joined the ladies at the "Kantoor," or store where they were shopping. After the shopping was done they went back to the inn together and had some dinner; b}' which time tho Hotten? tot driver of the cart began to tune up lustily, but unmelodious!}", on a bugle to inform in? ten? ling passenger that it was timo to start. Bessie was out of tho room at the moment, and, with the exception of a peculiarly dirty looking coolie waiter, there was nobody about. "How long are you going to be away, JL'SS Jess?" asked John. "Two months, more or less, Capt. NieL" "I am very sony that you aro going," he sah), earnestly. "It will bo very dull at the farm without you." "There will be Bessie for you to talk to," she answered, turning her face to tho win? dow and affecting to watch tho inspanning of the post cart in the yard on winch it looked. "Capt. Kiel," she said, suddenly. "Yes?" "Mind you look after Bessie whilo I am away. List on ! I am going to tell you some? thing. You know Frank Muller?" "Yes, I know him, and a very disagreeable fellow he is." "Well, he threatened Bessie the other ?lay, and ho is a man who is quite capable of ear? ning out a i hreafc I can't tell you anything mor? about iv-, but I want you to promise me to protect Bessie if any occasion for it should arise. I do not know that it will, but it might Will you promise?" "Of course I will; I would do a great deal ?nore than that if you asked mc to, Jess," b? answered, tenderly, for now that sin; was go? ing away he felt curiously drawn toward lier, and was anxious to show it. "Never mind me," she said; with an impa? tient little movement. "Bessie is sweet enough and lovely enough to bo looked after for ber own sake, I should think." Before ho could say any more in came Bes? sie herself, saying that thc driver was wait? ing, and thej' went out to seo her sister off. "Dont forget your promise," Jess whis? pered to him, bending down as he helped her into tho cart, so low that her lips almost touched him and her breath rested for a sec? ond on his cheek like the ghost of a kiss. In another moment tho sisters had em? braced each other, tenderly enough; tho driver had sounded once moro on hi? awful bugle, and away went the cart at full gallop, bearing with ?B Jess, two other pass?ngen and her majesty's mails. John and Bessi( stood for a moment watching its mad career, as it went splashing and banging down tb? straggling street toward the wide plains be? yond,, and then turned to enter the inn agair and prepare for their homeward drive. Ai they did so, an old Boer, named Hans Coetzee, with whom John was already slightly ac? quainted, came up, and, extending an enor? mously big and thick hand, bid them "Gooden dang." Hans Coetzee was a very favorable specimen of the better sort of Boer, and really came more or less up to the ideal pict? ure that is so often drawn of that "simple pastoral people." He was a very large, stout man, with a fine open face and a pair ol kindly eyes. John, looking at him, guessed that he could not weigh less than seventeen stone, and he was well within the mark at that . "How are you, captein?" he said in English, for bo could talk English well, "and how do you like tho Transvaal ?-must not call it South African Republic now, you know, for that's treason," and his eyes twinkled merrily. "I like it very much, meinheer," said John. "Ah, yes, it's a beautiful veldt, especially about here-no horse sickness, no 'blue tongue,' and a good strong grass for the cat? tle. And you must find yourself very snug at Om (Uncle) Croft's there; it's the nicest place in the district, with the ostriches and all Not that I hold with ostriches in this veldt; they are well enough in the Old Col ony, but they won't breed here-at least, not as they should do. I tried them once .md I know; oh, yes, I know." "Yes, it is a very fine country, meinheer. I have been all over the world almost, and I never saw a finer." "You don't say so, now I Almighty, what a thing it is to have traveled! Not that I should like to travel myself, I think that the Lord meant us to stop in the place he has made for us. But it is a fine country, and (dropping his voice) I think it is a finer country\han it used to be." "You mean that the veldt has got 'tame,* meinheer." "Nay. nay. I mean that the land is English now," he answered, mysterioungly, "and though I dare not say so among my voBi, I hope that it will keep English. When I was Republican, I was Republican, and it was good in some ways, the republic. Thero was sc little to pay in taxes, and we knew how to manage the black yolk; but now I am Eng? lish, I am English. I know the English gov? ernment means good money and safety, and if there isn't -a raad (assembly) now, well, what does it matter? Almighty, how they used to tadk there!-clack, clack, clack I Just like an old black koran (species of bustard) at sunset .And whero did they run the wagon of the republic to-Burgers and those d-d Hollanders of his, and tho rest of them? Why, into the shut-into a sluit with peaty banks; and there it would have stopped tni now, or till the flood came down and swept it away, if old Shepstone-ah! what a tongue that man has, and how fond ho is of the kinderchies!- (little children)-had not come and pulled it .out again. But look here, captein, thc volk round hero don't think like that It's the 'verdomde Britisch gouvern ment' here and thc 'verdomde Britisch gouvernment' there, and 'bymakaars' (meet? ings) here and 'bymakaars' there. Silly voBi, they all run one after the other like sheep. But thero it is, cap? tein, and' I tell yon thef? will bo fighting before long, and then our people will shoot those poor rooibaatjes (red jackets) of yours like buck and take, the land back. Poor things! I could weep when I think of it" John smiled at this melancholy prognosti? cation, and was about to explain what a poor show all the Boers in the Transvaal would make in front of a few British regiments when he was astonished by a sudden change in his friend's manner. Dropping his enor? mous paw on to his shoulder, Coetzee broke into a burst of somewhat forced merriment the cause of which was, though John did not guess it at the moment, that he had just per? ceived Frank muller, who was in Wakkcr stroora with a wagon load of corn to grind at tho mill, standing within five yard*, and apparently intensely interested in flipping at the flies with a cowrie made of the tail of a vilderbeeste, but in reality listening to Coetzee's talk with all his ears. "Ha, ha! 'nef " (nephew), said old Coetzee to the astonished John, "no wonder you like Mooifontein-there are other mooi (pretty) things there besides tho water. How often do you opsit (sit up at night) with Uncle Croft's pretty girl, eh? Tm not quito as blindas an ant bear yet I saw her blush when youjspoke to her just now. ? saw her. Well, well, it is a pretty game for a younz man. isn't it, 'nef Frank?" (this was ad? dressed to Muller). "I'll be bound the cap? tein here'bums a long candle'with pretty Bessie every night-eh, Frank? I hope you aint jealous, mef ? My vrouw told me some time ago that you wer? sweet in that di? rection 3'ourself," and he stopped at last, out of breath, and looked anxiously toward Mul? ler for an answer, while John, who had been somewhat overwhelmed at this flow of bu? colic chaff, gave a sigh of relief. As for Muller he behaved in a curious manner. In? stead of laughing, as the jolly old Boer bad intended that he should, ho had, although Coetzee could not see it, been turning blacker and blacker; and now that the flow of language ceased he, with a savage ejaculation which John could not catch, but which he ap? peared to throw at his (John's) head, turned on his heel and went off toward the court? yard of the inn. "Almighty!" said old Hans, wiping Iiis face with a red cotton pocket handkerchief; "I have put my foot into a big hole. That stink cat Muller heard all that I was saying to you, and I tell you he will save it up and save it up, and one day he will bring it all out to tho volk and call me a traitor to tnt? 'land' and ruin me. I know him. He knows how to balance a long stick on his little finger so that the ends keep even. Oh, yes, he can ride two horses at once, and blow hot and blow cold. Ho is a devil of a nw n, a devil of a man! And what did he mean by swearing at you like that? Is it about the missie (girl), I wonder? Almighty! who can say? Ah! that reminds me-though Tm sure 1 don't know why it should-the Kaffirs tell me that there is a big herd of buck-vilderbeeste and blesbok-on my outlying place about; au hour and a half (ten miles) from Mooifontein. Can you hold a rifle, captain? You look like a bit of a hunter." "Oh, yes, meinheer," said John, delighted at the prospect of some shooting. "Ah, I thought so. All you English nre sportsmen, though 3*ou don't know how to kill buck. Well, now, you take Om Croft's light S'.-otch cart and two good horses, and come over to my place-not to-morrow, for my wife's cousin is coming to soo its. cud an old cat she is, but rich; she had ?I,0?0 in go!d in the wagon IMDX under her bed-nor tho next day, for it is tho Lord's day, and ono can't shoot creatures on the Lori';; day-but Monday, yes, Monday. You bc there by 8 o'clock, and yon shall sec bow to kill vilder? beeste. Almighty! now what can that jackal, Frank Muller, have meant? Ah! h*? is the devil of a man," and, shaking his head ponderously, the jolly old .Hoer departed, and presently John saw him riding upon a fat lit? tle shooting pony that cannot have weighed much more than himself, and that yet can? tered away with him on his fifteen m ftc jour? ney as though ho were but a feather weight CHAPTER IX. JANTE'S STORT. Shortly after thc old Boor had gone, John went into the yard of the hotel to sec to tho inspanning of ibo Cape cart, when his atten? tion was nt once arrested by the sight of n row in activo progress-at least, from tho crowd of Kaffirs and idlers and the angry ; sounds and curses that proceeded from them, bc jude ed that it was a row. Nor was he wrong about it In thc comer of tho yard, close lythe stable door, surrounded by tho aforesaid crowd, stood Frank Muller, a heavy sjnmbock in his raised hand above his head, as though in thc act to strike. Before him, a j very picture of drunken fury, his lips drawn ?. up like a snarling dog's so that the two lines ! of his white teeth gleamed like ]x>lisbed ivory i in tho sunlight, his ?mall eyes all shot with blood, and his face working convulsively, was the Hottentot Jantje. Nor was this all ! Across his face was a bluo wheal where the j whip had fallen, and in his hand a heavy ! white handled knife which he always carried, "Hullo! what is all this?? said John shoul? dering his way through thc crowd. "The swartsel (black creature) has stolen my horse's forage and given it to yours!" shouted Muller, who was evidently almost off his head with, rage, making an attempt to hit Jantje with the wuip as he spoke. The latter avoided the blow by jumping behind John, with the result that the tip of the sjambock caught the Englishman on the leg. "Ce careful, sir, with that whip." said John to Muller, restraining his temper with diffi? culty. "Now, how do you Jcso-.v that the man stole your horse's forage and what busi? ness have you to touch bim? IC ibero was anything wrong you should have reported it to me." "Helios, baas, he lies!"' yelled the Hotten? tot ia tremulous, high pitched .tones. "He lies; he has always been a liar, and worse thau a liar. Yah! yah! I can toil things alx rr 1 ?n. Tao land is English now, and thfl Boeis cruft kill the" black people as they like. That man-that Boer, Muller, be shot my father and my mother-my father first, then my mother; bo gave her two bullets-she did net dij the first time," "You yellow devil! You black skinned, black hearted, lying son of Satan!" roared the great Boer, his very beard curling with fnry. "Is that the w-ay you talk to your masters? Out of the light, rooibaatje" (sol? dier)-this was to John-"and I will cut his tongue out of liim. I'll show him how we deal with a yellow liar;" and without further ado he made a rush for the Hottentot. As he came, John, whose blood was now thoroughly up, put out his open hand and. bending for? ward i ushed with all his strength on Muller's advancing chest. John was a very power? fully made man, though not a very large One, and the push sent Muller staggering back. "What do yon mean hy that, rooibaatje?9 shouted Muller, his face livid with fury. "Get out of my road or I will mark that pretty face of yours. I have some goods to pay you for as it; is, Englishman, and I always pay my debts. Ont of the path, curse you!" and he again rushed for the Hottentot. This time John, who was now almost as angry as his assailant, did not wait for him to reach him, but springing forward, hooked his arm around Muller's throat, and before he could close with bim with one tremendous jerk managed not only to stop his wild career, . but to reverse tho motion, and then, by inter? posing his foot with considerable neatness, to land him, iwwerful man as he was, on his back in a pool of drainage that had collected from the stable in the hollow of the inn yard. Bown he went with a splash and amid a BOVTS HE WEST WITH A SPLASH. shout of delight from the crowd, who always like to see an aggressor laid low, his head bumping with considerable force against the lintel of the door. For a moment he lay std!, an J John was afraid that the man was really hurt. Presently, however, be rose, and with? out attempting any further hostile demonstra? tion or saying a single word, tramped off toward thc house, leaving his enemy to com? pose his ruffled nerves as best he could. Now, John, like most gentlemen, hated a row with all his heart, though he had the Anglo-Saxon tendency to go through with it unflinchingly wben once it bega*. - Indeed, the whole thing irritated him beyond bearing, for he knew that tho story would, with additions, go the round of the country side, and, what is mtfre, that he had made a powerful and inaplacable enemy. "This is all your fault, you drunken little blackguard!'' he said, turning savagely on the tottie, who, now that his excitement had left him, was sniveling and driveling in an in? toxicated fashion, and calling him his pre? server and his baas in maudlin accents. * "Ho hit me, baas; he hit me, and I did not take the forage.' He is a bad man, Baas Muller." "Be off with you and get the horses in spanned; you are half drunk," he growled, and, having seen the operation advancing to r. conclusion, he went to the sitting room of the hotel, where Bessie was waiting in happy ignorance of the disturbance. It was not till they were well on their homeward way that he told her what bad passed, whereat, remem? bering thc scene she had herself gone through with Frank Muller, and the threats that he bad then mode use of, she looked very grave. Her old uncle, too, was much put out when he heard the story on theil* arrival home that evening. "You have made an enemy, Capt. Kiel," he said, "and a bad one. Not but what you were right to stand up for the Hottentot. I would have done as much myself bad I been there and ten years younger, but Frank Mid? ler is not the man to forget being put upon bis back before a lot of Kaffirs and white folk too. Perhajis that Jantje is sober by now." This conversation took place upon tho follow? ing morning, as they sat upon the veranda after breakfast. "I will go and call bim, and we will hear what this stoiy is about his father and his mother." Presently he returned,, followed by the rag? ged, dirty looking little Hottentot, who took off bis hat and squatted down on the drive, looking very miserable and ashamed of him? self, in the full glare of tho African sun, to the effects of which ho appeared to bo totally impervious. "Now, Jantje, listen to me," said tho old man. "Yesterday you got drank again. Well, rin not going to talk nlwut that now, except to say that if I find or bear of your being drunk once more-you leave this place." "Yes, baas," said tho Hottentot meekly. "I was drunk; though not very; I only had half a bottle of Cape Smoke." "By getting drunk you made a quarrel with Baas Muller, so that blows passed between Baas Muiler and thc baas bore on your ac? count, which was more than you are worth. Now when Baas Muller bad strack you, you said that lie bad idiot your father and your mother. Was that a lie, or what did }rou mean by saying itf "It was no Jie, baas," said thc Hottentot, excitedly. "I have said it once, and I will say it again. Liston, baas, and I will tell you thc story. When I was young, so high"-and bo held his baud high enough to indicate a tottio <v about 14 yea:-s of age-"we, that is. my father, nry mother, my uncle, a very old man. older than tho baas " (pointing to Silas Croft), "were bijwoners (authorized squat? ters) on a place belonging to old Jacob Muller, Bans Frank's father, down in Lydenburg yonder. It was a bush veldt farm, and old Jacob used to come down there with his cattle from the High veldt in the winter when there was no grass i:i Vic i?ign veldt, and with bim came thc Englishwoman, bis wife, and the young Baas Frank-tho l>aas wo saw yester? day. "How long ago was all thisf ' asked Mr. Croft. Jantje counted ort bi-fingers for some sec? onds, and then held up bis band and opened it four times in succession. "So," he said, "twenty years last winter. Baas Frank was young then ; be had oniy a little down upon his chin. Ono year, when Om Jacob went away, after tho ?'st rains, he left six oxen that were too poor (thin) to go with my fath? er, and told him to look after them as though they were his children. But the oxen wer? bewitched. Three of them took thciungsick and died, a lion got one, a snake killed one, and one ate 'tulip' and died too. 80 when Om Jacob came back the next year ali the oxen were gone. Ho was very angry with my father, and beat him with a yoke strap till he was all blood, and, though we showed hun the bones of the oxen, he said that we had stolen them and sold them. "Now, Om Jacob had a beautiful span of black oxen that he loved like children. Six? teen of them were there, and they would come up to the yoke when he called them and put down their heads of themselves/ They were tame as dogs. These oxen were thin when they came down, but in two months they got fat and began to went to trek about as oxen do. At this time there was a Basutu, ono of Sequati's people, resting in our hot, for he had hurt his foot with a thorn. When Om Jacob found that the Basutu was there he was very angry, for ho said that all Basu tus were thieves. So my father told the Basutu that the baas said that he must go away, and he went that night. Next morn? ing the span of black Oxen were gone too. The kraal gate was down and they had gone. We hunted all day, but we could not find them. Then Om Jacob got mad with rage, and the young Baas Frank told him that one of the Kaffir boys had said to him that he had heard my father sell them to the Ba? sutu for sheep which he was to pay to us in the summer. It was a lie, but Baas Frank hated my father because of something about a woman-a Zulu girl Next morning? when we were asleep, jost at daybreak, Om Jacob Muller and Baas Frank and two Kaffirs came into the hut and pulled us out, the old man, my uncle, my father, my mother and myself, and tied us tip to four mimosa trees, with buffalo re?na. Then tho Kaffirs went away, and Om Jacob asked my father where the cattle were, and my father told him that he did not know. Then be took off his hat. and said a prayer to the Big Man in the sky, and when he had done Baas Frank came np < with a gun, and stood quite close and shot my father dead, and he fell forward end hung quite over the reim, his bead touching, his feet Then he loaded the gun again and shot the old man, my uncle, and he slipped down dead, and his hands stuck up in the air - against the reim. Next he shot my mother, . but the bullet did not kui her, and cut the reim, and she ran: away, and he ran after ' her and killed her. When that was done he came back to shoot me; but I was young then and did not know that it is better to be dead than to live like a. dog,-and I begged and prayed for mercy while he was loading; the gun. ? ' "But the baas only laughed, and .said h? would teach Hottentots how to steal cattle, and old Om Jacob prayed out loud to the Big Man and said he was very sorry for me, but it was the dear .Lord's will And then, just as Baas Frank lifted the gun he dropped it again, for there, coming softly, softly .over* the brow of tho hill, in and out between the bushes, were all the sixteen oxen. They had got out in the Dight and strayed away into., some kloof for a change of pasture, and . come back when tiley were full and tired of' being alone. Om Jacob turned quite whits and scratched his head, and then fell upon., his knees and thanked the dear Lord for sav? ing my life; and just then the English woman, Baas Frank's mother, came down from the wagon to see what the firing was at, and when she saw all the people dead and - mo weeping, tied to the tree, and-learned what it was about, she went quite mad, for sometimes she had a kind heart when she was not drunk, and said that a curse would fall on them, and that they would all die in blood... And she took a knife and cut me loose, though Baas Frank wanted to kill me, so that I might tell no tales; and I ran away, travel? ing by night and hiding by day, for i was very much frightened, till I got to Natal, and there I stopped, working in Natal till the land became English, when Baas Croft hired mo to-drive his cart up from Maritzburg; and living by here I found Baas Frank, look? ing bigger but just the same except for bis beard. "There, baas, that is tho truth, and all the truth, and that is why I hate Baas Frank, because he shot my father and mother, and* why Baas Frank hates me, because he cannot forget that he did it and I saw him do it, for, as oar people say, *one always hates a man one has wounded with a spear;' * and having finished bis narrative, the miserable looking little man picked np his greasy old felt hat, that had a leather strap fixed round the crown, in which were stuck a couple of frayed ostrich feathers, and jammed it down over his ears, and then fell to drawing circles on the soil with his long toes. His auditors only looked at one another. Such a ghastly tale seemed to be beyond comment They never doubted its truth ; the man's way of tailing it carried conviction with it And, indeed, two of them at any rate, had heard such stories before. Most people have who liva in the wilder parts of South Africa, though they are not all to be taken for gospel "You say>a remarked ?Jd. Silas, at last, "that the woman said that a curse would fall on them and that they wooli die. m blood? She was right Twelve years ago Om Jacob and his wife were murdered by a' party: of Mapoch's Kaffirs, down on the edge of that very Lydenburg veldt There was a great noise about it at the time, I remember, but nothing came of it. Baas Frank was not lhere. He was away shooting .buck} so he escaped and inherited all his father's farms and cattle and came to live here." "So," said the Hottentot, without showing the slightest interest or surprise. "I knew it would be so. but 1 wish I bad been there to sec it. I saw that there was a devil in the woman, and that they would die as she said. When there is a devil in people they always speak the truth, because they can't help it Look, baas, I draw a circle in the sand with ray foot and I say some words so, and at last the euds touch. There, that is the circle of Om Jacob and his wife the Englishwoman. The ends have touched and they are dead. ' An old witch doctor taught mo to draw the circle of a man's life and what.words to say. And now I <*raw another of Baas Frank. Ah I there is a stone sticking up in the way. The ends will not touch. But now I work and work and work with my foot and say the words and say the words, and so-the stone comes up and the ends touch now. So it is with Baas Frank. One day the stone will come up and the ends will touch, and he, too, will die in blood. The devil in the English? woman said so, and devils cannot He or speak half the truth only. And now, look, I rub my foot over the circles and they are gone, and there is only tho path again. That means that when they have died in blood they will be quito forgotten and stamped out Even their graves will*be flat" and he wrinkled up his yellow face into a smile, or rather a grin, and then added in a matter of fact way: "Docs the baas wish tho gray mare to have one bundle of green forage or two?1* [TO BE COTOINrjED.l The Monument Unveiled, TRIBUTE TO TIIE MEMORY OP CAROLINA'S MOST ILLUSTRIOUS SON-A MEMORABLE DAY IN CHARLESTON. Calhoun's day, an event looked for? ward to with such pardonable pride by Charleston and the State, dawned bright and'beautiful on Tuesday morD?Dgr26th ultimo. Thirty-seven years ago this great and honored son of Carolina lay down to sleep with his fathers, and (?is funeral sermon was preached by thc Rev. James W. Miles in St. Phillips Cbnrch, Charleston, S. C., from the text: -The memory of the just is blessed ;' Prov, x, 7. Many distinguished men from all parts of the Union ha?e attended these ceremonies. Ex-president Davis, in his letter accepting an invitation to be present at the unveiling of the mon? ument, says : 'Mr. Calhoun was to me the guiding star in the political firma? ment, and I was honored by him* with such conSdencc as made our intercourse not only instructive but of enduring love, * * Mr. Webster, who had been his great intellectual opponent, but, nevertheless, his warm personal * friend, when speaking on the occasion of bis death, mao i tested deeper emotion than I ever knew bim to exhibit on any other oceastoo. fie impressively said ? .Nothing that was selfish or impure ever came near the bead or heart of Calhoun." At an ear?y hoer the city took on a holiday aspect. Banners and stream? ers fluttered in the breeze, the sound of drum and fife vas heard, companies were seep marching to the rende j vous, orderlies and marshals galloping about and gentlemen and ladies and children innumerable abroad to see the sights. As 12 o'clock was the hour appointed for the start of the procession the for? mation begun about 10 80 o'clock along the :Battery, the ?lace designated for the purpose. ' ~ From the Battery td the Ota?e? this thoroughfare on either side displayed a closely-packed Hoe of .spectators* and il everywherethe.;lovely faces of the. . ladies, bright eyed with interest, and thc bright hoes of their costumes'suffi? ciently decorated the stately old man? sions, the historic buildings sod busi? ness-structures. St. Michael's chimes played martial airs from the time the procession start? ed. First came the marshals of the day, the Governor and his staff ; then came ? the military, twenty-seven companies, interspersed with bands of music; next followed the Mayors and,city councils of Charleston and other cities, various civic organizations,- the speakers, and ':-. the.citisens generally-. \ .' The exercises at the monument be- ., gan as . soon as the procession reached Marion Square, the. military being '.. ~ marched into the Square. The order of exercises was as follows : ? Opening..prayer by the Bev. Charles. Cotes worth Pinezney ?I).' D. - - - . -: '?" yssm. ; r- Unveifiagof tfcemm?^ two-young ladies. - f / : Artillery salute of nineteen guns on \ 'Battery./,.. , .... Ode, by Miss Cheesborongjh, read by the Betfi ^Charles A. Stately. - - ' - _ . Oration, by the Hon/L. Q. C< - Lamar. ~ . si . : . .'-.-.-.O *..-> . ' g| Ode, by .Mrs. Margaret J. Preston* . read by- the Bev. W. F. Junkin, I), j). Benediction by the. Bev" John O i-WUron;-"' : ?' -:-r fe The scene was one to impress the i observer to the utmost and could' but ;: 7. excite feeling of the deepest nature. . , >' The beautiful square, with the grand old Citadel, an appropriate back ground - of the picture/was completely surround? ed on every side :by throngs of peo pie, the buildings in the; vicinity, and-, the very . house-tops filled with apecta* . tors. The monument itself, with its simple yet imposing pedestal of granite and the \ enshrined figure surmounting it, was an impressive feature. The veiliDg of the statue was com* posed of two Sags, a. large American flag enveloping the chair behind the figure, which itself was shrouded in the f old State flag of blue with the palmetto and crescent in white thereon. . The young ladies to take part In tbs unveiling, fair representatives of Caro- - lina, were clad in pure white with shoulder sashes of dark. bl ue. and thu . .trimming of their, hats i of the same - color- Even the infant unveilers, de- . scecdants every one of the Calhoun - family, were dressed in the same colors. ? ". -,? Ai exactly 1:35, all having been road? ready, the word. ;was given, the cords were pulled by six little children, and. in a moment more the two flags floated free above, and the 'statue of the great . South Carolinian, whose fame ia nation? al, yea, world-wide, stood forth in its. - majesty. The band struck up /jDixie* as the . statue was unveiled. *?'.',. v o The effect of the statue rrour a fromV h view is excellent. The great states? man is represented as having just risen from bis Senatorial chair to speak, and is enforcing his argument with estend? ed hand and curved forefinger. The " effect from the rear, and, in less .degree r on the sides,- is very bad, and gives the impression of too much chair, and that the back is too. high, and would hide the figure from view, were he to sit down. * The young ladles appointed to be - present at the u o vei ling of the menu* ment are, with very few exceptions, relatives of Mr. Cal hoon. Two of the young ladies are the nearest relatives' . of General Francis Marion of the Bev olution, the directresses believing these two distinguished Carolinians to have been kindred spirits, though in different departments of service to the State, Six baby unveilers pulled the ropes _ under the supervision of the attending young ladies. The babies were Julia . Calhoun, great-granddaughter of the statesman ; Wm. Lowndes Calhoun, great-grandson of the statesman ; B, P. Putnam Calhoun, Jr., great-grand? son of thc statesman and great-grand nephew of General Putnam ; Sadie An? crum, great-grand niece of the states? men ; Floride Calhoun Pickens and Floride Peyne Johnson. After the unveiling, the young ladies assisting placed upon the front a wreath of bay, and many flowers were thrown upon the pedestal, to which, later, by the mistaken teal of the gentlemen itt . charge, the young lady unveilers were drawn by a series of gymnastic feats? Secretary Lamar was introduced, and, commencing at about 2:15 o'clock, occupied nearly three hours in deliv? ering his address. In spite of the length of time, most of the large num? ber present remained. The speaker's manner of delivery . was graceful sud dignified, and his voice such as enabled the greater portion of the address to be plainly beard by all. At the conclusion of the exercises, the throng dispersed, bot the streets were crowded all the? afternoon. KECEtrrios, At night Mr. and Mrs. C. O. Witts, at their elegant mansion on Rutledge avenue, tendered a reception to Secre* tary Lamar, Secretary Fairchild, Port* master General Vila?. Senator Vor? bees, Governor Richardson and other distinguished guests io the city. " - mmmBmW*~' + + '-^a*^* . ' ? . - >. It is remarkable that Seneca, a town" - : f-J] of about seven hundred population, ' " hasn't a lawyer within -her ^r^???>r*--}'/;^^ Free Press. ^;;7^/?^#^? -, ..- . :....>.?.'.. : . . - ? - .