"Explain to me your ideal of married life?"
"It is one of joy and happiness and of usefulness to our neighbours as
well as ourselves. I have come to the conclusion that the restlessness
in married people, which leads to divorces, springs entirely from
selfishness. As for me, I want henceforth to make my life one of use to
every one that comes near me. Every one is given at least one talent
for use; not to hide and hoard away. Except for its new duties and
relations, married life has no higher ideals than single life. The same
earnest unselfish principles should actuate us in whatever sphere we are
called. We must shut our eyes to everything but the good in those who
seek us, and so call out the best there is in them. That is the great
secret of happiness. Encourage a soul to grow, and it will soar far
beyond its highest fancies."
"Kate! you voice the feelings of my best nature. The life of a
conscientious physician is only one of use to his neighbour. How might
we, equally devoted to humanity and usefulness, work together. If you
could but trust yourself to me, we could surely do much good in our
lives, one in heart and purpose. Do not fear to trust yourself in my
keeping. I know the responsibility of holding a woman's happiness in
keeping, and I would hardly let my first betrayal of any trust be a
treachery to the wife of my choice."
Kate looked long and earnestly at the brilliant stars, that hung from
the blue curtain of night. She seemed to drink of an inspiring force,
and her eyes matched the brilliancy of the heavenly orbs, as she looked
into his, that were so strong and true. In a clear voice she said:
"I am yours in trust."
The next instant she was gathered in his arms, and held there, while his
lips pressed her brow. It would have seemed like mockery to have spoken
at such a moment. Words are needless when Love sits enthroned. Then it
is that heart speaks to heart.
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"Miss Darcy?"
"Yes, Margaret."
"May I speak with you a moment?"
"Well, what is it?" and Kate approached Margaret, who stood a little
distance from the lovers.
"A strange creature is here who wishes to see you."
"See me? Is it a man or woman?"
"He looks like a Bushman."
"What can a Bushman want of me?" said Kate, walking toward the house.
In the still night air, the doctor had heard every word, and now
followed her. He found Bela talking rapidly to her in clicks and vowel
sounds, with his hand held over his eyes.
When Kate saw the doctor she laughingly said:
"He sounds like a cricket! Can you understand the jargon?"
At sight of the doctor, Bela acted like one insane with delight. He
clapped his hands and kept time with his feet, while his body swayed in
strange undulating motions.
"Let us go into the house, Miss Darcy," and making a motion to the
Bushman to follow, they entered the salon. The doctor sat down, and
Bela stood and told his story. As he proceeded the doctor's face was a
study to Kate, who knew from its expression that something very strange
had occurred.
In a few moments putting his fingers to Bela's eyes, he lifted the lid
and slipped the glass eye from under it. As he did so, the concealed
diamond fell into his hand.
"Great Scott!" exclaimed the doctor.
Bela chuckled, and began to clap his hands and express delight in his
usual way. Kate gave one look, and sank into a chair. They sat for a
moment looking at each other, in stupefaction. Then Kate asked:
"What does it all mean?"
"It means that Donald Laure has been arrested on suspicion of being an
I.D.B. and this creature has been a faithful servant to Mrs Laure. You
may go outside and wait for me, Bela." When the Bushman had gone, the
doctor continued: "Knowing you were a friend to his mistress, he has run
from the Fields to you, without stopping, carrying the diamond in his
eye! These natives are wonderfully astute, and Bela knowing that as you
were living in the Orange Free State out of the pale of the law of
Griqua Land West, the land of diamonds, if he could deliver this diamond
into your keeping, he would be safe, and every one else connected with
it."
"What would I have done with the diamond? Mercy! how glad I am that you
are here."
"Already, Kate, I am of use to you? I am very glad indeed, for your
sake, that I am here."
"What will you do with it?"
"Well, I shall consider the matter. It is late, and I must now go to my
hotel. I will think it over and tell you my decision in the morning.
This has been a memorable day in my existence, but it must end, more's
the pity.
"Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night, 'till it be morrow,"
quoted the doctor, as he left her alone.
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The next morning they were eager to see each other, for this was the
dawn of their new life, and their faces reflected the radiance of the
glory of the light on their horizon. Yet their talk was not of
themselves but of Bela and the diamond.
"I have been busy this morning attending to this matter. Bela has
disappeared! I find he was last seen at sunrise, on the road leading up
into the interior of the country. He must have been nearly frightened
to death over the scene with the detectives and his mistress, and
afterwards by a little encounter with the guards at the gate. He
probably fears even me at present, thinking that I may hand him over to
the authorities, and so injure Laure. These natives have some of the
wisdom supposed to be bestowed only upon their masters."
"What will you do with the gem?"
"I have telegraphed to Kimberley to find if Donald Laure is there. The
disappearance of Bela with the diamond may cause Donald to change his
plans."
As they sat talking a telegram was brought in by Margaret. Its contents
follow:
"Donald Laure and wife have left Kimberley for England."
The doctor sat thinking with a puzzled expression on his countenance.
"Surprises multiply, Kate. What shall we now do with the diamond? I do
not know to whom it belongs, and do not wish to do anybody an injury by
sending it to the authorities. They would at once telegraph to England
and have Donald Laure seized on his arrival in that country."
"What do men do with their diamonds, when they want to get them out of
their way?"
"Oh, they bury them, or send them to England by mail."
"Why don't you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Send it by mail to your banker in England, addressed to Donald Laure,
care of yourself, so it will be in safe hands, then you can give him an
order for it when you find out his address."
"Well, Kate! That is good Yankee invention. You will be as good as a
lawyer in adjusting all weighty matters that may arise in our lives. It
is just the thing to do. Who says a woman's quick invention isn't worth
more than the step-ladder man uses when he tries to climb to the heights
of success through his reason?"
"Then you will do that?"
"It is the only thing to do. I will send it off before I leave to-day.
We have only a few hours to ourselves before I start on my journey down
the country to the sea, where I will take the steamer which will carry
me to England in twenty days. I am a happier man, Kate, than I expected
to be on that journey. When I came to Bloemfontein it did not seem as
if I were worthy to approach and ask you to give yourself into my
keeping."
"Love makes one feel unworthy of the object upon which it sets its
affections. But our recompense for this personal sense of unfitness is
the glory we gain in the eyes of our beloved. Perhaps an average struck
between the humility of love on one side and the exaggeration of love on
the other, will give a fair estimate of the reality."
The doctor smiled at Kate's grave conclusion, and taking both her hands
in his, laid them over his heart which beat so truly, and on which she
knew she could rest and gather to herself strength. In another hour he
was on his way to the coast.