The Future.
The Commander who had contended with the stubborn foe with a spirit of stern determination was at length exhausted. He had put to flight the enemies who at every step had attempted to bar his progress. But now the affair was over, and there was little for him to do; so he was waiting as patiently as he could the return of those he had sent forward to represent him in the proper quarter. Before long he would receive the intelligence for which he hungered. He would be told whether all was right or all was wrong; whether his battle was a defeat or a victory.
"Will they never come?" he murmured. "Surely by this time they should have revealed the truth, and made the most of the opportunity."
He had scarcely uttered these words when the scouts came back.
"General," cried the leader, "your campaign has been crowned with success! Capel Court is itself again! The Stocks have gone up 15, and your success is assured!"
And it was. A week later and he found himself a millionaire!
Mem. from Matabeleland.—Most of the news from the Cape, if not true, is certainly Lo Ben trovato.
