November 23, 1899. THE NEBRASKA INDEPENDENT. 1 in- 1 J pE STOW ji ' IF AGO . : .. is MHRHGAH-'FARIH .'' (Continued From Last Week. Bonie great injury; "you are very kind." "Don't mention it." toid Bonaparte. He knocked out the crown of his caved In old hat, placed it on the table before him. leaned his elbows on the table and his face in his hands and contemplated it. "Ah, my old friend" he thus apos trophized the hat "you have served me long, you have served me faithful ly, but the last day has come! Never more shall you be borne upon the head of your master: never more shall you protect his brow from the burning rays of summer or the cutting winds of winter. Henceforth bareheaded must your master go. Ooodby, goodby, old X.J 4 At the end ol ' the Gorman ros of this affecting appeal ose. He went to the box ut the foot of his bed. Out of It he took a black hat which had evidently been seldom worn and carefully pre served. . "It's not exactly what you may have been accustomed to," he said nervous ly, putting it down beside the battered chimney pot, "but it might be of some use, a protection to the head, you know." "My frieud,'' said Dona parte, "you are not following my advice. You are allowing yourself to be reproached on my account. Do not make yourself un Lappy. No: 1 shall go bareheaded." "No. no. no!" cried the German ener getically. "I have no use for the hat, uone at all. It is shut up In the box." "Then I will take it, my friend. It Is a comfort to one's own mind when VOU have iinlntnt innnll v Inlnrod nnu 1 F one to make reparation. I know the I U feeling. The hat may not be of that re fined cut of which the old one was, but It will serve; yes, it will serve. Thank you." said Bonaparte, adjusting it on bis head and then replacing It on the table. "I shall lie down now and take a little repose," he added. "I much fear my appetite for supper will be lost" "I hope not; I hope not," said the German, reseating himself at his work and looking much concerned as Bona parte stretched himself on the bed and turned the end of the patchwork quilt over his feet. "You must not think to make your departure, not for many days," said the German presently. "Tant' Sannle lves her consent, and" "My friend," said Bonaparte, closing his eyes sadly, "you are kind, but were it not that tomorrow is the Sabbath, weak and trembling as I lie here, I would proceed on my way. I must seek work. Idleness but for a day Is painful. Work, labor that is the se cret of all true happiness." TTa rinuhlorl rba nil Inw iinitnr tila honri I and watched how the German drew ' the leather thongs In and out I After awhile Lyndall silently put her I book on the shelf and went home, and I the German stood up and began to mix I some water and meal for roaster cakes. As toe stirred them with bis hands be "I make always a double supply on Saturday night. The hands are then free as the thoughts for Sunday." "The blessed Sabbath!" said Bona parte. There was a pause. Bonaparte twist ed his eyes without moving his head to see If supper were already on the fire. "You must sorely miss the adminis tration of the Lord's word In this deso late spot." added Bonaparte. "Oh. how love I thine bouse and the place where thine honor dwelleth!" Well, we do; yes," said the German. "But we do our best. We meet to other, and 1 well, I say a few words. ,11 perhaps they are iiot wholly lost. ot quite." ."Stranjie coincidence." said Bona lrte. "My plan always was the same, as in the Free State once solitary 4rm one neighbor. Every Sunday 1 called together friend and neighbor, child and servant, and said, "Rejoice with me, that we may serve the Lord.' and then I nddressed them. Ah, those i were blessed times!" said Bonaparte. ""Would they might return!" The German ntlrred at the cakes, and stirred and stirred mid stirred. He Uould give the stranger his lied, and M ... be could give the stranger his but, aud ic could give the stranger his brandy, Jut his Sunday service! After a good while he said: "1 might speak to Taut' Sannle. I might arrange. You might take the service In my place If It"-1- "My friend," said Bonaparte, "it would give me the profoundest felicity, the most uubounded satisfaction, but In these woruout habiliments. In these deteriorated garments. It would not be possible. It would not be fitting, that 1 should ofllclate In service of One who for respect we shall not name. No, my friend. I will remain here, and. while you are assembling yourselves together In the presence of the Ijrd, 1, t my solitude, will think of and pray lyou. No; 1 will remain here." ij was a touching picture the soli tary man there praying for them. Tbo Vfaian cleared bis bauds from the peal and went to the chest from Iblch be bad taken the black hat Xtor a little careful feeling about be roduced a black cloth coat, trousers BY OLIVE SCHEEHTEH. A TALE OF LIFE IN THE BOER REPUBLIC. waistcoat, which be laid on the table, smiling knowingly. They were of new, shining cloth, worn twice n year, wuen he went to the town to "nachtmaal." He looked with great pride at the coat as he unfolded it aud held It up. "It's uot the latest fashion, perhaps, not a west end cut. not exactly, but It might do. it might serve at a push. Try It on, try it on:" he said, his old gray eyes twinkling with pride. Bonaparte r'tond i:;i and tried on the coat It fitted admirably. The waist coat could be made to button by rip ping up the back, and the trousers were perfect, but below were the rag ged boots. The German was not dis concerted. Going to the beam where a pair of top boots hung, lie took them ou, dusted them carefully and put them down before Bonaparte. The old eyes now fairly brimmed over with spa rkliug enjoyment, "I have only worn them once. They might serve; they might be endured." Bonaparte drew them ou and stood upright, his head almost touching the beams. The German looked at him with profound admiration. It was wonderful what a difference feathers made in the bird. CHAPTER V. SUNDAY KKKVICES SERVICE KO. t The boy Waldo kissed the pages of his book and looked up. Far over the Hat lay the "kopje," a mere speck; the sheep wandered quietly from bush to bush; the stillness of the early Sunday rested everywhere, and the air was fresh. He looked down at his book. On Its page a black insect crept. He lifted it off with his finger. Then he leaned on his elbow, watching Its quivering an tennae and strange movements, smil ing. "Even you," he whispered, "shall not die. Even you he loves. Even you he will fold in his arms when he takes everything and makes it perfect and happy." When the thing had gone, he smooth ed the leaves of bis Bible somewhat caressingly. The leaves of that book bad dropped blood for him once.-They had taken the brightness out of his childhood. From, between them had sprung the visions that bad clung about him and made night horrible. Adderlike thoughts had lifted their heads, had shpt out forked tongues at him. asking mockingly strange, trivial questions that be could not answer, miserable child: Why did the women in Mark see only one angel and the women In Luke two? Could a story be told In opposite ways and both ways be true? Could It? Could it? Theu. again: Is there noth ing always right and nothing always wrong? Could Jacl, the wife of Hcber the Keulte, "put her hand to the nail and her right hand to the workman's hammer?" nnd could the Spirit of the Lord chant paeans over her, loud paeans, high paeans, set in the book of the Lord, and no voice cry out it was a mean and dastardly sin to lie aud kill the trusting in their 6leep? Could the friend of God marry his own sister 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 him once. They had made his heart heavy and cold; they had robbed his childhood of Its gladness. Now his fingers moved over them caressingly. "My Father God knows, my Father knows," he said. "We cannot under stand. He knows." After awhile he whispered, smiling: "I heard your voice this morning when my eyes were not yet open. I felt you near mo. my Fa ther. Why do you love me so?" His face was illuminated. "In the last four months the old question has gone from me. I know you are good; I know you love everything; I know, I know, 1 know! 1 could not have borne It any more, not any more." He laughed softly. "And all the while I was so miserable you were looking at me and loving me, and I never knew It. But I know It now. I feel Jt!" said the boy, and he laughed low. "1 feel It!" he laughed. After awhile he began partly to sing, partly to chant, the disconnected verses of hymns, those which spoke his glad ness, many times over. The sheep Willi their senseless eyes turned to look at him as he sang. At last he lapsed Into 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 Bculah. Ills feet sank Into the dark grass, and be walked alone. Then, far over the fields, he saw a figure coming across the dark green grass. At first be thought It must bo one of the angels, but as It came nearer lie began to feel what It was. And It came closer, closer to htm, and then the voice said, "Come," and he knew surely who It was. He ran to the dear feet and touched them with bis hands; yes, be held them fast He lay down beside them. When be looked up, the face was over blm, and the glorious eyes were loving hlra, and they two were there alone together. He l.tugbed A deep laugh, then start ed up like one suddenly awakened from sleep. "O God." he cried. "1 cannot wait. I cannot wait! I want to die! I want to see him! I want to touch him! Let me die!" He folded his hands, trem bling. "How can 1 wait so long for long, long years perhaps? 1 want to die to see him! I will die any death! Oh. let me come!" Weeping, he bowed himself and quiv ered from head to. foot After a long while he lifted Ills head. "Yes: I will wait. I will wait but not long. Do not let it be very long. Jesus, King. 1 want you: oh. 1 want you soon, soon!" He sat still staring across the plain with his tearful eyes. SERVICE NO. II. In the front room of the farmhouse sat Tant' Sannle In her elbow chair. In her hand was her great brass clasp ed hymnbook: round her neck was a clean white handkerchief; uuder her feet was a wooden stove. There, too, sat Em and Lyndall In clean pinafores 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 his wool oiled and very much combed out nnd staring at his new leather boots. The KalUr servants were not there because Tant' Sannle held they were descended from apes and needed uo salvation. But the rest were gathered for the Sunday service and waited the otflciator. Meanwhile Bonaparte and the Ger man approached arm In arm. Bona parte resplendent In the black cloth BEAUTY, !SI GONQUEROR BELLAVITA Arsenic Beauty Tablets and Pills. A per fectly sufo and RHaranteed treatment for nil skin disorders. Restores the bloom ol youth to laded laces. 10 days' treatmont 50c; 30 days' $1.00, by mail. 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It made her think of the "predikant;" It made her think of the elders, who sat Iu the top pew of the church ou Sundays, with the hair so nicely oiled, so holy, and respectable, with their little swal lowtalled coats; It made her think of heaven, where everything was so holy and respectable and nobody wore tun cord and the littlest nngel bad a black tall coat. She wished she hadn't call ed him a thief and a Iloman Catholic. She hoped the German hadn't told him She wondered where those clothes were when he came In rags to her door. There was no doubt he was a very re spectable man. a gentleman. The German began to read a hytnn. At the end of each line Bonnparte groaned aud twice at the end of every verse. The Boer woman had often heard of persons groaning during prayers to add a certain poignancy and llnlsh to them. Old Jan Vandeiliude, her mother's brother, always did It after he was converted, nnd she would have looked upon It as no especial sign of grace In any one. But to groan at hymn time! She was startled. She wondered If he remembered that she shook her fist in his face. This was a man of God. They kuelt down to pray. The Boer woman weighed 250 pounds and could uot kneel. She sat In her chair and peeped between her crossed fingers at the stranger's back. She could uot understand what he said, but he was In earnest. He shook the chair by the back rail till It made quite a little dust on the mud Door. When they rose from their knees, Bonaparte solemnly seated himself In the chair and opened the Bible. He blew his nose, pulled up his sblrt col lar, smoothed the leaves, stroked down his capacious waistcoat, blew his nose again, looked solemnly round the room. then began: "AH liars shall have their part In the lake which burnetb with fire and brim stone, which Is the second death." Having read this portion of Scrip ture, Bonaparte paused Impressively and looked all round the room. "I shall not, my dear friends," he said, "long detain you. Much of our precious time has already fled 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 as a rod of iron dividing the bones from the marrow and the marrow from the bones. "In the first place, what Is a liar?" The question was put so pointedly and followed by a pause so profound that even the Hottentot man left off looking at his boots and opened bis eyes, though he understood not a word. "I repeat," said Bonaparte, "what is a liar?" The sensation was intense. The at tention of the audience was riveted. "Have you nny of you ever seen a liar, my dear friends?" There was a still longer pause. "I hope not; I truly hope not. But I will tell you what a liar Is. I knew a liar once a little boy who lived in Cape Town, In Short Mar ket street. Ills mother and I sat to gether one day discoursing about our souls. " 'Here, Sampson,' said his mother, 'go and buy sixpence of "nielboss" from the Malay round the corner.' "When he came back, she said, 'flow much bavo you got?' " 'Five be said. "He was afraid If be said six and a half she'd ask for some. And, my friends, that was a He. The half of a 'melboss stuck In his throat, aud he died and was burled. And where did the soul of that little liar go to, my friends? It went to the lake of Are and brimstone. This brings me to the sec ond point of my discourse. "What is a lake of Ore and brim stone? I will tell you. my friends," said Bonaparte condescendingly. "The Imagination unaided cannot conceive K, out Dy me neip or the Lord I will put It .before your mind's eye. "I was traveling In Italy once on a time. I canie to a city called Rome, a vast city, ,aud near It is a mountain which spfls forth Arc. Its name Is Etna. Now. there was a man In that city of Borne who had not the fear of God iK'fore his eyes, and lie 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 nt the hole that Is there. The next day I went up. I was not afraid. The Lord preserves his serv ants. Aud In tholr hands shall the bear thee up. lest at any time thou fall Into a volcano. It was a dark night when I got there, but In the fear of the Lord I walked to the edge of the yawning abyss and looked In. That sight that sight, my friends. Is Im pressed upon my most Indelible mem ory. I looked down Into the lurid depths ujKn 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. Tho heat had burned 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 to heaven; the othpr, with outstretch ed finger, pointing downward, as though it would toy, 'I go below, but you, Bonaparte, may soar above.' I guzed; I stood entranced At that In stant there was a crack In tho lurid bike. It swelled, expanded, and the skeleton of the suicide disappeared, to be seen no more by mortal eye." Here again Bonaparte rested and then continued: "The lake of melted stone roso In the crater. It swelled higher nud higher at the side; it streamed forth at the top. I had proseneo of mind. Near me was a rock. I stood upon it. Tho fiery tor rent was vomited out and streamed on either side of me. And through that long aud terrible night I stood there alone upon that rock, the glowing fiery lava on every hand, a monument of the long suffering and tender providence of the Lord, who spared me that 1 might this day testify In your ears of him. "Js'ow, my denr friends, let us deduce the lessons that are to be learned from this narrative. "Firstly, let us never commit suicide. That mnu is a fool, my friends, thnt 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, tuy friends; here are beds, my friends; hero 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 and love them, my friends." Every one was Impressed, and Bona parte proceeded: "Thirdly. let us not love too much. If that young man had not loved that young woman, he would uot hayo jumped into Mount Etna. The good men of old never did so. Was Jere miah ever In love, or Ezeklel. or Hosea, or even any of the minor prophets? No. Then why should we be? Thousands are rolling In thnt lake at this mo ment who would say, 'It wns love that brought us here.' Oh. let ua think al ways of our own souls first. "A chrir to kecp 'l have, ' ; A God to ulorlfy, ' A never dvinj soul to ve And flt it lor the lyr. "Ob, beloved friends, remember the little boy and the melboss;' remember the young girl and the young mau; re member the lake, the fire and the brimstone; remember the suicide's skeleton on the pitchy billows of Mount Etna; remember the voice of warning mat Las this day sounded In your ears. And what I say to you I say to all watch. May the Lord add bis bless ing." I : Ft il . a-kaa iiere we rtioie closed with a tre mendous thud. Tant' Sannle loosened the white handkerchief about her neck and 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, when the last hymn was sung, the German conducted the offlelator to Tant' Sannle, who gra ciously extended her hand and offered coffee and a seat on the sofa. Leav ing him there, the German hurried away to see how the little plum pud ding he bad left at home was advanc ing, and Tant' Sannle remarked that It was a hot day. Bonaparte gathered her meaning as she fanned herself with the end of her apron. He bowed low In acquiescence. A long silence followed. Tant Sannle spoke again. Bonaparte gave her no ear. His eye was fixed on a small miniature on the opposite wall, which represented Tant' Sannle as she bad appeared on the day before her confirmation, 15 years before, attired In green muslin. Sud deuly he started to bis feet, walked up to the picture and took bis stand before it Long and wistfully be gazed into Its features. It was easy to see that he was deeply moved. With a sudden movement, as though no longer able to restrain himself, be seized the picture, loosened it from its nail and held it close to bis eyes. At length, turning to the Boer woman, be said in a voice of deep emotion: "Yon will, I trust, dear madame, ex cuse this exhibition of my feelings, but this this little picture recalls to me my first and best beloved, my dear de parted wife, who Is now a saint In heaven." Tant' Sannle could not understand, but the Hottentot maid, who had taken her cent on the floor beside her mis tress, translated the Knglish 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 Is surely a sister of yours, madame?" he added, fixing bis eyes on Tant' Sannle. The Dutchwoman blushed, shook her bend nnd pointed to herself. Carefully, Intently, Bonnparte looked from the picture In his hand to Tant' Sannle's features and from the fea tures back to the picture. Then slowly a ii','tit broke over his countenance. He looked up. It became a smile. He looked back at the miniature, His whole countenance was effulgent. "Ah, yes; I see it now," he cried. turning his delighted gaze ou to the Boer woman, "eyes, mouth, nose, chin. the very expression!" he cried. "How Is It possible I did not notice it be fore?" "Take another cup of coffee." said Tant' Sannle. "Put some sugar In." Bonnparte hung the plctnre tenderly up aud was turning to tnke the cup from her hand when the German ap peared to say that the pudding was ready and the meat on the table. "He's a God fearing man and one who knows how to behave himself." said the Boer woman ns he went out at the door. "If he is ugly, did not the Lord make blm? And are we to Inngb at the Lord's handiwork? It Is better to be ugly and good than pretty nnd bad, though of course It's nice when one Is both," said Tant Sannle, look ing complacently at the picture on the wall. In the afternoon the German and Bonnparte sat before the door of tho cabin. Both smoked In complete si lence, Bona parte with a book In hi hands nud his eyes half closed, the German puffing vigorously and glanc ing up now nnd again at the serene blue sky overhead. " , "Supposing you you, in fact, mndo the remark to me," burst forth the German suddenly, "that you were look ing for a situation." ' Bonaparte opened his mouth wldo and eut a stream of smoke through, his Jlps. , "Now. supposing," said the German "merely supposing, of conrse-th.it some one some one. in fact shonld make an offer to you, say, to becomo schoolmaster on their farm and teach two children, two little girls perhaps, and would give you 40 a year, would you accept It? Just supposing, of course." "Well, my dear friend," said Bona parte, "thnt would depend on circum stances. Money is no consideration with me. For my wife I have made provision for the uext year. My health, Is broken. Could I meet a place where a gentleman would be treated as a gentleman 1 would accept it, however small the remuneration. With me," said Bonaparte, "money Is no consid eration." "Well," said tho German when he had taken a whttl or two more from his pipe, "I think 1 shall go up nnd seo Tant' Sannle n little. I go up often on Sunday afternoon to have a general conversation, to see her, you know. Nothing nothing particular, yuu know." The old man put his book Into his pocket, and walked up to tho farm house with a peculiarly knowing and delighted expression of countenance. "He doesu't suspect what I'm going to do," soliloquized the German; "hnsu't the least Idea; a "nice surprise for him." The man whom ho had left at hla doorway winked nt the retreating fig ure with a wluk that was not to be described. 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