“My baby grew up and became just like his father both in appearance and ways. When quite a young man he was ‘smelt out’ for bewitching one of the wives of the chief, and had to flee for his life. I have never heard of him since.
“No, no; I am not going to tell you anything more about the flower. It was not a yellow flower at all, but one of quite another colour. Besides, it is a young man’s charm, and therefore would be of no use to you.”
Chapter Ten.
Derelicts.
“God help all poor souls lost in the dark.”
The Heretic’s Tragedy.
“There is, after all, nothing equal to philosophic cultivation of the mind for enabling one to withstand misfortune,” said the man, as he entered the room.
The woman looked up at him from where she was sitting, with a start of surprise. Pain, love, pity, and yearning made worlds of her eyes.
“Now take my case,” continued the man; “it is only four days since Wallie died, and it was but yesterday we laid him in his grave, and yet to-night I feel hardly any grief. Of course, the shock unmanned me at first, but now I am quite myself again. I have never been able to make you see the uses of—”