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storj ol on Alncon Form Bj OLIVE EOHBEIHEB. -v-k . ' CONTINUED. lionaparte stood up and tried on the oat. It fitted admirably. The waist coat could be made to buttou by rip. P'ng tip the back, nnd the trousers were perfect, but below, wire the rag Kfd boots. Thy (Herman was not dis concerted. (Holng to the beiini where tt pair of top boots bun;;, tie took them off, dusted them carefully and put " lini down before lionaparte. The old j fes now fairly brimmed over with arkling onJoyiAnt, ), "I have only worn them oner. They might serve; they might be endured." i lionaparte drew them on and stood Upright, Id headalmost touching tho beams. The (Herman looked at him with profound admiration. It was wonderful what a difference feathers made In the bird.. r -- . '; CHAPTLtt V. RL'NDAT SKUVKT.8 -BKItVICE NO. t. The boy Waldo kissed the pages of his book and lyl:cd up. Far over the Hat lay the "kefpje." a mere speck; the sheep wandered quietly from bush to bush; the stillness of tho early Sunday rested everywhere, und the nlr was fresh. He looked down at his book. On Its page a black Insect crept. I It lifted It off with his finder. Then he leaned on lils elbow, watching Its quivering an tennae and straugo movements, bind ing. "liven you," he whispered, "shall not die. Kven you he loves. Kven you he will fold In ViAi arms when he takes everything nnd 'makes It perfect and "ttUpy." When the thing had gone, he smooth ed the leaves of Ids Jllble somewhat caressingly. The leaves of that book had dropped blood for him once. They had taken the brightness out of his childhood. From between them had sprung the visions that had climg about him and made night horrible. Adderlike thoughts had lifted their heads, had shot out forked tongues at him, asking mockingly strange, trivial questions that he could not answer, miserable child: ' Why did the women In Mark see only one angel and the women in Luke two? Could n Htory be told in opposite ways nnd both ways be true? Could it? Could It? Then, again: Is there noth ing always right and nothing always wrong? Could Juel, the wife of Heber the Kenlte, "put her hand to the nail nnd her right hand to the workman's . hammer?" and could the Spirit of the Lord chant paeans over her, loud paeans, high paeans, set In the book of the Lord, nnd no voice cry out It was n mean and dastardly sin to lie and kill the trusting in their sleep? Could the friend of (Hod marry his own slister 1 and be beloved, and the man who does It today goes to hell, to hell? Was there nothing always right or always wrong? Those leaves had dropped blood for fc'ni once. They had made his heart AVavy and cold; they had robbed his Hilldhood of Its L'ladness. Now his fingers moved over them caressingly Mv Father (Hod knows, my Father knows," he Mid. "We cannot under stand. He knows." After awhile ho whispered, smiling:"! heard your voice thls'inornlng when my eyes were not yet open. 1 felt you near me, my Fa ther. Why do you love me so?" Ills ' face was Illuminated. "In the last four months the old question has gono from me. I know you are good; 1 know you love ever;, thing: 1 know. I know, 1 know! 1 could not hive borne it any more, not any more." lie laughed softly. "And all the while I was so iUiM-nt.l. vein were looking at me and loving me, and I never knew it. Hut I know It now. I reel it!" said the boy, and he laughed low. "1 feel It!" he laughed. After awhile he began partly to King, partly to chant, the disconnected verses of hymns, those which spoke his glad- I uess, many times over. The sheep with their senseless eyes turned to look ' at hi m as he sang. At last he lapsed tnto quiet. Then as the boy lay there staring at bush and sand he saw a vision. He had crossed the river of Death and walked on the other bank In tho Lord's land of Ueulab. His feet sank clnto the dart, gross, and he walked Tlin far nvpf tho fields, he ' m I n-.iii irt .1 1 llr Saw a ugure truuuug unuo v ....... green crass. At first bo thought It must be one of tho angels, but ns It came fearer he began to feel what it was. And It came closer, closer to him, and then the voice said. "Come," and be knew surely who It was. He ran to tho dear feet and touched them with his hands; yes, he held them fast He lay down beside them. When he looked op, the face was over him, nnd tbelorlous eyes were loving him, and they two were there alone together. He laughed a deep laugh, then start ed tip like one suddenly awakened from sleep. ' "0 God," he cried, "I cannot wait, 1 cannot wait! 1 want to die! I want to see him! 1 want to touch hlml Let me die!" He folded hi hands, trem bling. 2lw can I wait so long-for long, long years perhaps? I want to die-to see him! I will die any death! I Oh, let me comer Wecnlnr. he bowed himself and qnlv- i rd from head to foot. After a long t whllo he lifted hi head. "Yes; 1 will wait. I will wait, but not I long. Do not let it be very long. Jesus, I -v Ivlng. I want yo; oh, 1 want you- t soon, soon!" lie sat stm staring acruse the plain with his tearful eyes. RF.nVtCK no. it. In the front room of the farmhouse s.it Tant Sannle la her elbow rhalr. In Iter hand was her great brass clnsp- ed hvmnbooV; round brr neck wa clean white ban Jlierchlcf; undtr her feet was a wooden stove. There, too, sat Km and Lyndall In clean plnaforea and new shoes: there, too, were the spruce Hottentot In a starched white "cappje" and her husband on the other side of the door, with hi wool oiled and very much combed out nnd staring at his new leather boots. The Kaffir servants were not there because Tant Sanuie hell they were descended from apes and needed uu salvation. Uut the rest were gathered for the. Sunday service and waited the otliclator. Meanwhile lionaparte and the (Her man approached arm In arm, Uona parte resplendent In the black cloth iIo:hev, a spotless shirt and a Kpotles collar, the. (Herman In the old salt and pepper, casting shy glances of admira tion at his companion. At the front door lionaparte removed his hat with much dignity, raised his shirt collar and entered. To the cen ter table he walked, put his hat sol emnly down by the big lliblo and bow ed his head over it In Kib tit prayer. The Uoer woman looked at the Hot tentot, and the Hottentot looked at the. Uoer woman. There was one thing on earth for which Tant' sannle had n profound reverence, which exercised u subduing Intlucnce over her, which made her for the time u better womau. That thing was new, shining black cloth. It made her think of the "predikaut;" It made her think of the elders, who sat in the top pew of the church on Sundays, with the hair so nicely ofced, so holy and respectable, with their little swni- lowtailed coats; It made her tnlnu or heaven, where everything was so holy and respectable and uobody wore tan cord and the littlest angel had a black tall coat. She wished she hadn't call ed him a thief and a Koman Catholic. She hoped the (Herman hadn't told him. She wondered where those clothes were when he came In rags to her door. There was no doubt he was n very re spectable man, a gentleman. The (Herman began to read n nymn. At the end of each lliw lionaparte groaned aud twice at the end of every verse. The I'.oer woman had often heard of persons groaning during prayers to add a certain poignancy and tinish to them. Old Jan Vanderliude, her mother's brother, always did It after he was converted, uud she would have looked upon It as no especial sign of grace In any one. Uut to groan at hymn time! She was startled. She wondered if he remembered that she shook her list In his face. This was a man of (Hod Tlicv knelt down to tuny. The I'.oer woman weighed UoO pounds and could not kneel. Sho sat In her chair and peeped between her crossed lingers at the stranger's back. She could not understand what he said, but he was In earnest. He shook the chair by tho back rail till It made quite n little dust on the mud floor. When they rose from their knees, P.otiaparto solemnly seated himself In the e liMlr nnd onencd the Hlble. He blew his nose, pulled up his shirt col lar, smoothed the leaves, stroked down his capacious waistcoat, blew his nose again, looked solemnly round the room. then began: "All liars shall have their part In the lake which burnetii with fire and brim stotie, which Is the second death." Having read this portion of Scrip ture, I'.onaparte paused Impressively and looked all round the room. "I shall not. my dear friend." he said, "long detain you. Much of our precious time has already lied bliss fully from us in the voice of thanks giving and the tongue of praise. A few. a very few. words are all I shall address to you, and may they be ns a rod of Iron dividing t!io bones from the marrow nnd .he marrow from the boms. "In the first place, what Is a Ibjr?" The question was put so pointedly and followed by a pause so profound that even the Hottentot man left elf looking at his boots and opened his yes. though he understood not a word. "I repent," said lionaparte, "what Is a liar?" The sensation was Intense. The at tention of the audience was riveted. Have you any of you ever seen n liar, my dear friends?" There was a Bt 111 longer pause. "I hope not; I truly hope not. Hut I will tell you what a liar Is. 1 knew n liar once a Utile boy who lived In Cape Town, In Short Mar ket street. Ills mother nnd 1 sat to gether one day discoursing about our souls. " 'Here, Sampson,' said his mother, go and buy sixpence of "melboss" from tho Malay round the corner.' "When he came back, she said, 'How much have you Kot7 " 'Five he said. "He was afraid if he said six and a half she'd ask for some. And, my friends, that was a lie. The half of a mclbcW stuck In his throat, and he died and was burled. And where did the soul of that little liar go to, my friends? It went to the lake of fire and brimstone. This brings me to the sec ond point of my discourse. "What la a lake of fire and brim tone? I will tell you, 'my friends," said lionaparte condescendingly. "The Imagination unaided cannot conceive it. but by the help of the Lord I will put It before your mind's eye. "I was traveling In Italy once on a time. I came to a city called Home, a vast city, and near It Is a mountain which spits forth fire. Its name Is Ktna. Now, there was a man In that city of Home who had not tho fear of Cod before his eyes, and he loved a woman. The woman died, and he Walked up that mountain spitting fire. and when he got to the top he threw himself In at tho holo that Is there. The next day I went up. I was not afraid. The Lord preserves his serv ants. And In their hands shall they lirar thee up, left at any tlmo thou fall into n volcano. It was n dark night when I gut there, but In tho fear of the Lord I walked to the edge of the yawning ab.vs d ,ob(ui i ri sight that sight, my friends. Is Im pressed upon my most Indelible mem ory. I looked down Into the lurid depths upon an incandescent lake, a melted fire, a seething sea. The bil lows rolled from side to side, and on their fiery crests tossed the white skel eton of the suicide. The heat had burued the flesh from' off the bones. They lay as a light cork upon the melt ed fiery waves. One skeleton hand was raised, upward, the finger pointing fo heaven: the other, w ith outstretch ed linger, pointing downward, as though It would say, 'I go below, but j on, lionaparte, may soar nbove.' I giod; I stood entranced. At that In stant there was a crack In the lurid lake. It swelled, expanded, nud tho skeleton of the suicide disappeared to be Keen no more by mortal eye." Here again lionaparte rested end then continued: "The lake of melted stone roe In the crater. It swelled higher and higher at the side; It streamed forth at the top. 1 had Presence of mind. Near me was a rock. 1 stood upon It. The liery tor rent was yoindted out and streamed ou either side of me. And through that long and terrible night 1 stood there alone upon that rock, the glowing fiery lava on every hand, a monument of the long suffering and fender providence of the Lord, who spared me that I might this day testify In your ears of him. Now, my dear friends, let us deduce the lessons that are to be learned from this narrative. "Firstly, let us never commit suicide. That man is a fool, my friends, that man Is Insane, my friends, who would leave this earth, my friends. Here are Joys Innumerable, such as It hath not entered Into the heart of man to un derstand, my friends. Here are clothes. my friends; here are beds, my friends; here Is delicious food, my friends. Our precious bodies were given us to love, to cherish. Oh, let us do so! Oh. let us never hurt them, but care for aud love them, my friends." Kvery one was Impressed, an I liona parte proceeded: "Thirdly, let us not love too much. If that young man had not loved that young woman. he would not have jumped Into Mount Ktna. The good men of old never did so. Was Jere miah ever In love, or Kzcklcl, or Ilosea. or even any of the minor prophets? No. Then why should we be? Thousands are rolling In that lake at this mo inent who would say, 'It was love that brought us here.' Oh. let us think al ways of our own souls tlrst. "A chargr to kcr I have, A !(! to Rlorify, A ricr t)uiK soul to eavd And fit it (or the ' y. "Oh, beloved friends, remember tho little boy nnd the 'melboss;' remember the young girl and the young man; re member the lake, the fire and the brimstone; remember the suli-Hic's skeleton on the pitchy billows of Mount Una; remember the voice of warning that has this day sounded In your ears. Ami what 1 say to you I say to nil- watch. May the Lord add his bless ing. " Here the Itlble closed with a fro mendous thud. Tant' Sannle loosened the white haudkerchlef about her neck ami wiped her eyes, and the colored girl, seeing her do so, sniffled. They did not understand the discourse, which made It the more affecting. There hung over It that Inscrutable charm which hovers forever for the human Intellect over the Incomprehensible and shadowy. Winn the last hymn was sung, the (Herman conducted t!ie ol'.lclator to Tant' Sanuie, who gra ciously extended her hard and offered co free nnd a scat en the sofa. Leav ing him there, the (Herman hurried away to see how the little plum pud ding he had left at home was advanc ing, nnd Tant' Sannle remarked that It was a hot day. lionaparte gathered her nwanlng as she fanned herself with the end of lur apron, lie bowed low In acquiescence. A long silence followed. Taut' Saunle spoke again. Lionaparte gave her no ear. Ills eye was fixed on a small miniature on the opposite wad, which represented Tant' Sannle ns she had appeared ou tho day before her continuation, 15 years before, attired In green muslin. Sud denly he started to his feet, walked up to tho picture and took his stand before It. Iong aud wistfully ho gazed into Its features. It was easy to seo that he was deeply moved. With n sudden movement, ns though no longer able to restrain himself, he seized the picture, loosened It from Its nail and held it close to his eyes. At length, turning to the Uoer woman, he said in a voice of deep emotion: "You will, I trust, dear madnme, ex cuse this exhibition of my feelings, but this this little picture recalls to me toy first and best beloved, my dear de parted wife, who i now a saint In heaven." Tant Sannle could not understand, but the Hottentot maid, who had taken her seat on the floor beside her mis tress, translated the Kngllsb Into Dutch as far as she was able. "Ah, my first, my beloved!" he add ed, looking tenderly down at the pic ture. "Oh, the beloved, the beautiful lineaments! My angel wife! This la surely n sister of yours, madame?" he added, fixing hit eye on Tnnf Sannle. The Dutchwoman blushed, shook her head nnd pointed to herself. Carefully, Intently, lionaparte looked from the picture In hit band to Tnnf Hannlc's features and from the fea tures back to the picture. Then slowly a light broke over his countenance. He looked up. It became a smile. He looked back at the miniature. His whole countenance was effulgent "Ah, yes; 1 see It now," ho cried, turning his delighted gaze on to tho Uoer woman, "eyes, mouth, nose, chin, rhc very expression!" he cried. "How U It posslblo I did not notice It be fore?" "Take another cup of coffee," said Tant Sannle. "Tut some sugar In." Uounparte hung the tdctuic tenderlv up anu was turning to iase me cup from her hand when the (Herman ap pealed to say that the pudding was ready uud the meat on the table. "He's a (Hod fearing man nnd one who knows how to behave himself," said the -Uoer woman as he went out at the door. "If he is ugly, did not the Lord make him? And are we to laugh at the Lord's handiwork? It U K-tter to be ugly and good than pretty, and bad, though Of course It's nice when one Is both." said Taut' Sannle. look ing complacently at the picture on thti wall. In the afternoon the (Herman and Uoiuparte Kit before the door of the cabin. Iloth smoked In complete sd lente. lionaparte with a book in his hands uud his eyes half closed, the (Herman pulling vigorously and glanc ing up now and again at the serene blue sky overhead. "Supposing you you, In fact, made the remark to me," burst forth tho (Herman suddenly, "that you were look ing for a situation." I'oi.aparte opened his mouth wide nnd sent a stream of smoke through his lips. "Now, supposing," said the (Herman "merely supposing, of course that some one-some one, in fact- tdiuuld make an oiler to jou, say, to become schoolmaster on their farm and teach two children, two little girls perhaps. and would give you 10 a year, would von accent it? Just supposing, of course." y,'cll, my dear friend." said liona parte, "that would depend on circum stances. Money is no consideration with me. For my wife 1 have made provision for the next year. My health is broken. Could I meet a place where a gentleman would bo treated as a gentleman I would accept It, however small the remuneration. With me," said lionaparte, "money Is no consideration." "Well." said the (Herman when he had taken a whiff or two more from his pipe, "I think I shall go up and see Tant' Sannio a little. I go up often on Sunday afternoon to have a general conversation, to seo ner, you unow. Nothing nothing particular, you know." The old man put hli book Into his pocket and walked up to the farm house with a peculiarly knowing and delighted expression of countenance. "He doesn't suspect what I'm going to do," soliloquized the (Herman; "hasn't the least Idea; a nice surprise for him." The man whom he had left at his doorway winked at the retreating fig ure with n wink that was not to be described. ur.c um::u! out was visiuie. "This is a model. When It Is done, they will have to make a large one." "Show It me." The her shoo!; his head. 1, "No. not till It Is done. I cannot let any human being see It till then." "It Is n beautiful secret." raid P.m. and the boy shuf.led out to pick up his skins.1:'. That evening father and son sat in the cabin eating their supper. The fa thir sighed deeply sometimes. Per haps he thought how long a time It was since lionaparte had visited the i know how it was wnen my nrst husband died. They could do cothltv?. with me," the Uoer woman said, "till"' I 1.1.1 ...'t.m ii lnu.;d I fi it f iJ n lirinittf nd a little roaster cake.Inw." lionaparte sat t:p c:i ttel witn Ms log .stretched out in fro:M e' l.l:t ! a hand on each knee, blubbettug softly., 'Oh. she was a woman!. You are. very' kind to try to comfort me. hut the wasi my wife. For a woman that Is my, wife I could live, for the woman that Is! my wife 1 c ould die. for a woman that, my wife I could Ah. that sweet; word wife! When will It rest upon my. tips again?" i CHAPTER VI. nnNArAK'rn ni i:nkins aiaki.s his ni.st. "Ah, what Is the matter?" asked Waldo, stopping at the foot of the lad der with a load of skins on his back that he was carrying up to the loft. Through the open door in the gable little Ihn was visible, her feet dan gling from the high bench on which she sat. The room, once a storeroom, had been divided by a row of "mealie" bags into two parts, the back being Ilonaparto's bedroom, the front his schoolroom. "Lyndall made him angry," said the girl tearfully; "and he has given me the fourteenth of John to learn. He says be will teach me to behave my self when Lyndall troubles him." "What did she do?" asked the boy. "You see." said Fm. hopelessly I u ru ing the leaves, "whenever he talks she looks out at the door, as though she did not hear him. Today she ask ed him what the si-,!'s of the zodi.ie were, aud he sa!d he was surprised that she should as!; him; it was not a I t aud proper thing for little girls to talk about, Th'-ii si e asked him' who Copernicus was. Mid he s.ild he was one of the emperois of Lome, who burned the Christians in a golden phr. and the worms eat him up while he was still alive. I d m t kn-iw why, said F.m plaintively, "but she Just put her books under her arm and walked out. and she will never come to his school again, she says, and she al ways does what she says. And now I must sit here every day alone." sahf Liu. the great tears dropping softly. "Perhaps Tant' Sannle will send him away." said the boy In his mumbling way, trying to comfort her. "No," said Kin. shaking her head, "no. iJist ulght when the little Hot tentot maid was washing her feet he told her he liked such feet and that fat women were so nice to him, nnd she said 1 must always put him pure cream In his coffee now. No; he'll never go nway," said Em dolorously. The boy put down his skins nnd fumbled In his pocket and produced a small piece of paper containing some thing. He stuck It out toward her. "There, take It for you," he said, this was by way of comfort Km opened It and found a small bit of gum, a commodity prized by the children, but the great tears dropped down slowly on to it Waldo was distressed. He had cried so much in bis morsel of life that tears In another seemed to bum him. "If," he aaid, stepping In awkwardly and standing by the table, "If you will not cry, 1 will tell you something, a secret." "What Is Itr asked Km, Instantly becoming decidedly better, "You will tell It to no human being?" "No." He bent nearer to her and with deep solemnity said: "I have made a mnchlnef Km opened her eyes. "Yes, a machine for shearing sheep. It is nlmost done," said the boy. "There Is only no thing that Is not right yet. but It will be soon. When you think and think nnd think all night and all day. It comes at last," he added mysteriously. "Where U It?' "Here! I always carry It here." said the boy, putting his 1a'h1 U UU ht cabin, hut his son was in that land in which sighs have no part. It Is a ques tion whether It wire not letter to be the shabbiest of fools and know the way up the little stair f Imagination to the linl of dreams than the wisest of met, who so- nothing that the eyes do not show and feel nothing that the hands do not touch. The boy chewed his brown bread and drank his coffee, but In truth he saw only his machine finished, that last something found out and udded. lie saw It as It worked with beautiful smoothness, nnd over and above, as he chewed his bread ami drank his coffee, there was that de lightful consciousness of something bending over him and loving him. It would not have been better In cue of tho courts if heaven, where the walls nn Ki.t with rows of the King of (Hlory's amethysts and milk white pearls, than Iherct eating his supper iu that little room. As they sat In silence there was a knock at the door. When It was open ed, the small woolly head of a -little nigger showed Itself. She was a mes senger from Taut Sannle. The (Her man was wanted at once at the home stead. Putting on his hat with both hands, ho hurried off. The kitchen was in darkness, but in the pantry be yond Taut Sannle ami her maids were assembled. A Kafllr girl who had been grinding pepper between two stones knelt on tho tioor, the b an Hottentot stood with a brass camilesucK in ner i.;iuu, ami Tant' Sannle, mar the shelf, with a hand on each hip, was evidently listen ing intently, as were her companions. "What may It be?" cried the old ("Herman In astonishment. The room beyond the pantry was the storeroom. Through the thin wooden partition there arose at that Instant, evidently from some creaturcensconeed there, a prolonged and prodigious howl, followed by a succession of violent blows against the partition wall. The (Herman seized the churn stick and was about to rush round the house when tho Uoer woman impress ively laid her hand upon his arm. "That Is his head," said Taut' San nle; "that Is his head." "Hut what might It be?" asked the (Herman, looking from onu to tho other, churn stick In hand. A low hollow bellow prevented re ply, and the voice of lionaparte lifted Itself on high. "Mary Ann. my angel, my wife!' "Isn't It dreadful?" bald Taut' Sannle as the blows were repeat "d fcrcely "Hi. i-.ii.f(,t .a letter. His wife Is dead. You must go and comfort him." said Taut' Sannle at last, "and 1 will ri i TV Itli veil. It would not be the thing for me to go alone -me, who am only Il.'l. and lie an unmarried man n,v"k' " v:ild Taut Sannle. blushing and smoothing out her apron. Fpoii this they all trudged round the h. iise in comnanv. the Hottentot maid cairylm: the light. Taut' SanuW it... :. v.ui following and tin K.iilir girl b.-mgii up the rear. "Ph." said Taut Sannle. "1 see now It wasn't wickedness made him do xvdi .mt his wife so lour, only neces sity." At tin door she in'M lolled to the (Her- r;::m to enter and followed liliu closely On the stretcher behind the sacksllona parte lay a hi t face, his Ij'- hI pressed into a pillow, his !.;: kicking gently. The F.oor woman sat iiown on a iox at the foot of the bed. The (Herman stood with folded hands looking on. "We must all die," said Tant' Sannle at last. "It Is the dear Lord's will Hearing her voice, lionaparte turned himself on to his back. "It's very hard," said Tant' Sannle. "I know, for I've lost two husbands; Itimnnni to looked un Into the (Her man's face. "Oh. what does she say? Speak to mo words of comfort!" The (Herman repeated Tant' Saunlc's remark. "Ah, I-l also, two dear, dear wives. whom I shall never see any moref cried lionaparte, flinging himself back upon the bed. Ho howled until the tarantulas that lived between the rafters and tho zinc roof ' felt the unusual vibration and looked out with their wicked bright eyes to see what was going on. Tant', Bnnnle slghod; the Hottentot maid sighed; the Kaffir girl, who look ed In at tho door, put her band over her mouth and said, "Mow wahr "You must trust In the Lord," said Tant' Sannle. "He can give you more than you have lost" "I do, I dor he cried. "Hut, b, I have no wifel 1 have no wife!" Tant Sannle was much affected and caino and stood near the bed. "Ask him If he won't have a little ran nice. fine, flour Dnp. There Is some boiling on tie kitchen fire." The German made the proposal, but tho widower waved hla hand. "No; nothing shall pass my Hps. 1 should be suffocated. Vo, not Speak not of food to mel" "Pap and a little brandy In," said Tant Sannle coaxlngly. lionaparte caught the word. "Perhaps, perhaps If I struggled with myself-for the sake of my dutle I might Imbibe a few drops," he said, looking with quivering lip up Into the (Herman's face. "I must do my duty. iut 1 not?" Tant Sannle gave tXm erder, and tho girl went for the nao. When his feelings had subsided a lit tle, he raised the corners of his turned down mouth and spoke to the (.Yruiau with flabby lips. "Do you think she understands me? Oh. tell her every word, that she may know I thank her!" At that Instant the girl reappeared with a basin of steaming gruel and a black bottle. Tant' Sannle joured some of Its con tents Into the basin, stirred It well and came to the bed. "Oh. 1 can't. I can't! I chall die. I shall die!" said lionaparte, putting his hand to his f.ido. "Come, Just a little." said Tant' San nle coaxlngly. "Just a drop." "It's too thick, It's too thick. 1 should choke." i Tant' Sannle added from the contents of the buttle aud hi hi out a spiouful. Bonaparte opened his mouth tike a lit tle bird waltitw for a worm ami held it (pen As she dipped ngaln and again Into the pap. Ah, this will do your heart goodl said Taut Sannle. lu whoso mind tne relative functions of heart and stom nch were exceedingly III defined. When the basin was emptied, tho violence of his grief was mueli as suage if. lie luoucn ni .am cuuuiu with gentle tears. Tell him," said the Uoer woman. "that I hope he will sleep well and that the Lord will comfort him us the Lord only can." " I Uess you. dear friend! Cod bless you: saui r.onaparie. When the door was safely shut on tuo (Herman, the Hottentot and the Dutch woman, he got off tlu? bed and washed away the soap he had rubbed ou his eyelids. lion." he said, slapping his leg, "you are the cutest lad 1 ever came across. If you don't turn out the old hymns nnd prayers, and pummel the ragged coat, and get your arms round tho fat one's waist and a wedding, ling on her finger, then you are not lionaparte. Hut you nro lionaparte. lion, you re a line boy!" Making which pleasing reflection, ho pulled off his trousers and got Into bed cheerfully. ; CIIAPTFK VII. in: si: is ins thai. May I come In? I hope I do not disturb you. my dear friend." said lio naparte late one evening, putting bis nose in at the cabin door, where tho (Herman and his sou sat finishing their fiupcr. It was two months since he had been Installed as schoolmaster In Taut' Sa ti lde's household, and he had grown mighty and more mighty day by day. He visited the cabin no more, sat close to Taut' Sannle drinking coffee all tho evening and walked about loftily with his bauds under the coattails of tho (Herman's black cloth and failed to seo even a nigger who wished him u defer ential good morning. It was theicforo with no small surprise that the iei man perceived Ihmap.iHe's red nose at his door. la. walk In." he nahl joyfully. "Pe.V, boy, see if there N col.ee left. Well. none. Make a lire. We havo done supper, but' 'My dear friend." said lionaparte. taking off lils hat. "1 came not to sup, not for mere creature comforts, but for an hour of hrothcily intercourse with a kindred spirit. The press of business and the weight of thought, but they alone, may sometimes prevent me from sharing the secrets of my bosom with him for whom I hao so great a sym pathy. You perhaps wonder when I shall return the two pounds" "Oh, no, no! Make u lire, make a fire, boy. We will have a pot of hot coffco presently," said the Cerman. rubbing his hands and looking about, not know ing how best to show his pleasure at the unexiu'cted visit. For three weeks the Herman's diffi dent "Good evening" had met with a stately bow, the chin of lionaparte lifting Itself higher dally, and his shad ow had not darkened the cabin door way since ho came to borrow the two pounds. The (Herman walked to the head of the bed and took down a blue bag that hung there. Illue bags were a specialty of the Hermans. He kept above DO stowed away In different cor ners of his room, some filled with curi ous stones, some with seeds that had been In his possession 15 years, some with rusty nails, buckles and bits of old harness, In all a wonderful assort ment, but highly prized. . f "We have something here not to bad," said the German, smiling know ingly, as be dived his hand Into the bag and took out a handful of almonds and raisins. "1 buy these for my chickens. They Increase In size, but they still think the old man must have some thing nice for them. And the old man well, a big boy may have a sweet tooth sometimes, may he not? Ha, ha!" said the (Herman, chuckling at hit own joke, as he heaped the plate with almonds. "Here Is a atone, two stones, to crack them, no late patent Improve mentwell Adam's nutcracker. Ha, ha! Hut I think we shall da. Wo will not leave them uncracked. We will consume a few without fashionable lm t)r3vKnit. UKI).