The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, November 8, 1903, Page 5

THE SUNDAY CALL, 0000005 % .00 ¢ made white, y 3 r delicate shades and parti — o consideration, B e salvation of a plece would ruin g to the red ay think you could m f dainty odds and ends from of doom, but try and us fancy of a host of you'il suddenly come to slaving in a close of- R is infi- e pleasant, for the y to those who love old musty shops, into ages nd crannies to r into ne by, and into nooks uld bore most people nearly THE e = - GOLDEN FETICH. Continued From Page 3. The surviving warriors now set a fhe business of ministering wounded friends, e appaliing = nitude of such & task made it im; and many poor have lived with ade- d miserab: followed the bat- at Boon after noon it was felt that the city mmust be n; but before reorganizing his ces and marching into Ban nd her Kaffir boy, with e Batoncas, roamed the Tracy Fain ch was the ele- Meldrum, Fain and riven the Batoncas. t there was no need where Meldrum's life 1sly sayed—how, he did n, with two mortal body and a broken leg ut quite unconsclous, end it seemed certain that death must be ion of minutes. was signaled and, is kindly work among the wounded he approached. p him to pass in e will never recover life 1s flickering jied for me,” sald Roy, with a “One had to perish, and I ght the end was come;. but now I mystery at the time. He t rock there—fifteen good —leaped between me and took them.” a death, and forgive me, I wronged the man in thought often- i Lord Winstone. For one moment d man’'s ravings n he sank them » the bottom of his heart and banished them from his mind forever. The dead was borne to the valley and a flag, t cently had fluttered in the van of the b e, now covered him. Under the e G red t he remer a during sign o en Fetich he lay, his course ru his good and bad, engraved on time past, to be added to or altered no more. A party of half a dozen men and Dan Hook—those who had stood guard over Bessie and were fresh and unwearied by battle—now set off to camp to bring along tome tents and necessaries; while Mel- ¢rum, Latossi and the bulk of their active foree marched into Bangillo. Bessie walked witn them and it was soon appar- e..t that the place had surrendered. The conquerors were greeted with trem- Women who had lost hus- wothers who had lost 4 tened to fiing of the victors. pitiful gifts of rubbish they The troops that had fled sur- from every alley and lane and wgillo the people flocked anu n ir faces before Meldrum and st kakko return to the Ba- us did C t ton of rejol bitter poor savages raised a cry ng, even In the midst of their s, as the Golden Fetich passed £ them on the forehead of the white am que But a’s kraal there was mourn- ing, and ives and children and aged servants wept, for the king had not re- turned from the battle and it was believed t 1 Only the venerable 0 now hurried to pay e victors, could tell of the ted monarch ie passed from the battle back to his v,” sald one; “and he returned mot to his palace, but sought the mystery house of the high medicine, where it is only permitted the king of the Batencas to enter. Thither he fled alone, and, looking again, T saw another fellow—a being with flowing beard, the king’s familiar spirit, who was taken from among us under the moonlight at the death place by the ser- vants at Chinkakko.” The so-called mystery house of - the king proved to be @ small hut with scar- let thatch standing apart in a square of naked black earth and having around it lofty “walls of bamboo splashed and streaked with bright colors. “It is the secret place of Pomba, where he speaks with the spirits of the air and the water,” explained the aged man who guided them. “The dwelling was erected at his command when he came to the throne of the Batoncas, and oftentimes in the hours of darkness he passed thither upattended to commune with those in- visible beings who speak with kings alone.” Meldrum, Winstone and Latossi, order- ing back the savages who swept round them to learn the fate of their monarch, entered the house of mystery together, and a moment later stood not only before their goal, but faced the last bloody page in the red chapter of the day’'s work. A flery sunset threw brilllant light into the chamber and revealed at its center a curjous mound of black earth, in shape like a grave, but with a wider and flatter surface. Upon it, fashioned in human skulls for the knobs, and with leg and ORIEN7#% N\ \BRACELETS, as aBusines,s [for sdWommaan Coos 28D ZRDS OF ZDE, \.. X = arm bones for the connecting bars, ek- tended the sign of Chinkakko, the same hieroglyphic that appeared upon the Golden Fetich, and at one corner lay the broken parts of a broad, leafshaped spear, with which it was evident some- body had been digging in the mound. Pomba it was who spoke thus, at the hour of defeat, and consclous that the hidden treasure of Richard Ogllvie was the object of the attack, had sped to the hiding place, doubtless with intention ta move the precious stones elsewhere and o make peace on advantageous terms, des- pite his overthrow. But another, equally anxious to possess his own, had marked the defeated king's flight and followed him. In the mystery house, black man and white had met; but the awful death strug- gle that took place between them could never be chronicled, for no human eyes other than their own had witnessed it. And both were dead. They lay together, their distorted faces not a foot apart, and it appeared that knives had been their weapons, for both were hideously gashed and slashed. Then each, as it seemed, had got home a simul- taneous death blow. Ogllvie had been stabbed through the heart, while the dripping knife he still clutched in his hand had severed the ar- tery in his enemy’s neck and inflicted other fatal wounds. ““Take the girl away,” whispered Win- stone, “Lead her out of camp and break it to her gently that her father has lost his life.” Roy obeyed, and presently their dead king was returned to the Batoncas and borne with howlings and lamentations to his palace, while the natives also carried Ogilvie outside Bangillo and laid him be- side the other British victims of the day. Thus poor Bessie’s father, suddenly re- ored to her after twenty years, was as suddenly snatched again irom his daugh- ter's love. The awful carnage of the day, with Fain's death and this crowning trib- ulation, affected the girl very seriously. But soon Dan Hook arrived, Bessie's tent ‘was put up, and she hid her grief from the multitude of strange eyes. Still Meldrum's work was far from completed. A watch had been set over the mystery house, and thither with torches and a trusty party of armed Zan- zibaris, Winstone and Roy marched after ) - TheAat mf‘][]kasfijg*munm;g Btories? queer shades and unique cuts are t to be found every day, and for that matter people who will fancy them after they are garnished with scrolls and figures are not to be picked from every bush that one passes, but the fact re- mains, nevertheless, that If you, Miss Ledy, that must work, are clever enough with your fingers and pencil you can draw the golden shekels gently toward you and handle pretty, sparkling gems at the same time. Pottery in quaint shapes has long since been taken up as a fad to be ridden for all it is worth, and some of the prize vases ‘are worth a neat sum, by the way. Perhaps the most successful woman in this line is Mrs. Willlam frelan Jr., who has made a business of handling clay for home decorations, for she has not only won home recognition, but has received awards in Paris as well for the dainty shapes and simple, yet thoroughly artis- tic, decorations. In a measure the chief beauty of work of this nature is that it may be carried on at home if one has the room and the family will permit it, but whera the beil rings every five minutes and the neigh- bors drop in to chat and advise, but a : ity the camp was pitched. The men stood round the bloodstained chamber, and un- der the fitful flicker of torches the ex- plorers flung the bones from the black mound and dug into it Thus did the object of the expedition come to light at last. The spear with which Meldrum dug soon hit a hard sub- stance, and, burying hi§ hand in the earth, he brought forth a seed-pod of um- zimbete. Then his thoughts leaped like lightning along the strange courses of past time, and the scene before his mind's eye was of an anclent room, a little ob- Ject on the wall, and the cutting open of a llonskin packet in the presence of his cousin. Five and fifty seedpods he dug out, and in each about twenty to twenty-five dull, different-colored stones, like coarse gravel and small pebbles, appeared. Then, before the mound wi laid flat and the hard, undisturbed earth appeared beneath it, Roy made a further find, and discovered the remainder of -Richard Ogllvie's hoard tled up in a large plece of hide and bound about with many colls of wire. This contained the richest part of the treasure, those gems the defunct ex- plorer had designed to carry with him when Pomba struck him from behind and shattered his hopes and ambitions. In the hide stones weighing in all nearly ten pounds were found, and though many appeared to be but coarse lumps of rough metal, none of the party could appraise their value, so all were taken. Full five and twenty pounds the total treasure welghed, without the seed pods that con- tained the greater part of it. “The extent of this fortuns must a secret until we get home with the sald Tord Winstone, “For Bessie's sake and yours, old man, I hope it may turn out the jeweler's shop we came to find. Of course, gems and such things look rather discouraging in the rough, but we may say of them what we say of rich old miserly relations when they pop off, that we hope they’ll cut up well. We must take it for granted that Richard Ogilvie, an old and experienced prospector, knew his business.” “I've got Bessie, anyway.” “Yes; that's as much good luck as a man has any right to expect for his own share in this lopsided globe. You've got your lady, and you've got your life; though how you expect that ugly wound in the shoulder to do anything but kill you the rate you're going I can't guess. “It's all right. I washed it before W came out. It wasn’t as bad as I thought.™ “Back we go, then, and Blackbird can carry part of the stuff, while I'll take the rest. A terrible day—a terrible day alto- gether. God knows how much of that poor black carrion on the hill I was re- sponsible for; but it's always the way when white men come among the black. We can never reach their hearts—exeept- ing as we have to-day, with lead.” ‘“Don’t make it worse by talking about it, old man. The thing’s done and we've bought our crystals with blood instead of beads. Come to camp and let us do the last dismal duty this dismal day has left for us. I bid Dan dig their graves to- gether, and dig them deep. Our friends, I mean.” “Yes:; we will see them laid in the eartn and safe from further tribulations,” said ‘Winstone. “Look!” he aaded. “Who shall declare these people do not shas our common emotions and affections? There are our campfires ahead and that twinkling constellation of red stars wind- ing and turning and wandering on the hillsides—what is it? That sound of wall- ing, what is it? Why, man, there's a he: torn with suffering under each of those red lights. There go women and children, fathers and mothers and wives and daughters seeking the big, strong men, gathering up the clay that ruled them, saving their dead from the fangs ;:‘z th’o hyenas and the talons of the . CHAPTER XXVIL And here the curtain must fall, for the story I set forth to tell you—that of the Golden Fetich—is told. In due course La- tossi, the Batoneca prince, sat upon the throne of his father, and Winstone, with Dan Hook for first assistant and master of ceremontes, looked to it that the crown- ing of the new monarch should be a very imposing and splendid ecircumstance. Then the expedition, after a stay of five weeks In comparative comfort and idle- ness at Bangillo, started homeward some five and thirty strong. But Latossl himself traveled with his triends to within four days’ march of the southern extremities of Lake Tanganylka; and there, upon a torrential and stormy morning at the beginning of another rainy season, did the King of the Batoncas re- celve with joy and utmost reverence the guardian of his tribe, Chinkako. So the Golden Fetich returned south- ward, and those who had brought it from afar took leave of it, mot without some sentiment, and pushed northward to the great waters of the Tanganylka. In April they ‘reached their desire and struck a big settlement, whers sundry German missionaries extended to them & hearty welcome and opened their blue eyes at the strange story they brought from the Inner Darkness. Bix weeks later a trading caravan de- parted direct for Zanzibar, and with them went Meldrum and his force. The jour- ney, though slow, proved pleasantly de- vold of incident, and early in November the coast was reached and the Zanzibaris wept and embraced each other at sight of their home. There the faithful servants and sur- vivors of the expedition we: left with genuine sorrow on their broad faces and well filled purses in thelr pockets, while the widows and orphans of those who had fallen by the way were not forgot- ten, and all, directly or indirectly inter- ested, recelved handsome returns for ser- vice done. Indeed, Yord Winstone would take no denial in this matter, and he wrote big checks at Zanzibar with a grim deter- mination. Meldrum's £10,00 had practi- cally vanished, and thg prospect of be- ing the poor husband a rich wife was far from pleasant to him, until Bessie laughed him out of it and seriously in- quired who was responsible for her for- tune. But that happened upon the pas- sage home and after many sad leave-tak- ings and eternal farewells. Bungani absolutely refused to leave his mistress at all, but as it was felt that one winter in England would probably reconcile this child of the sun to his na- tive land, Bessle had her will and the Kaffir came home with his friends. The voyage was uneventful and Lord ‘Winstone’'s prophecy proved a true one, for Roy ate his Christmas dinner in Eng- land, and, what is more, ate it in good company. THE END s, and after a time the properly trained. Mrs. Nelile Bradford has hit upon & novel way of using her brains and natu- ral talents She visits new ises and carefully surveys t rooms and looks into thelr possibiiltics. Then she plans the furnishing at home and decides in her own mind what will look best here and t e before she visite & furniture house of description. Bometimes a rare piece of mahogany may not fit Into its nlc to look its best, and bundled back to the warehouss and plece after plece tried until the right one comes along. Bcores of people rave over a carpet in the store, but when it is laid on the home r the color s entirely different and the pattern unsuited for the room. MNine of r the stmp eon tha before laying, and the error correcte re it was too late, so In this way ) dradford saves a lot of heartburns and dissatisfaction and at the same time keeps the wolf far eway from her door. It is a vast comfort to be able to sit down and write a note, saying “You may use $200 for an English dining-room™ and then dismiss the sub t e elvy from your mind untfl the bill comes in. And it 1s a decided pleasure to sifp Into a well- appointed room and d it Dbetter equipped than you fancled it possibly could be, but when a sclenti: study is made, wonders can be accomplished om very lttle. It might be all very well enough foe your home to nish it yourseif, but unless you make a careful study of pe= riods there is almost certain to be at least one article that is not in harmony. Now and then you find some people who are clever enough to do anything that comes thelr way in the llne of general de- s'gning. For Instance, Mrs. Alberta Wheelan, Miss Martin and Miss Derkin are equally at home scheming out furni= ture or pondering over jugs of beaten brass. They worry over silver odds and ends, knit their brows over shapes for mirrors and, In fact, almost anything else that comes their way. Perhaps you, Mr. Buyer, fancled that your bowl of platinum or your preclous jar of beaten brass or copper came from the ark, or, better still. had been made in the year 1. Perhaps it's just as well to let you think so, and probably all the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't make you think otherwise, but the fact remains just the same that these three talented women turn out “antiques’™ and you are none the wiser. There are people who know they want something out of the ordinary in the dish line, but they haven't the faintest idea Jjust what they do want, and Miss Minale Taylor lends a willing hand and lands them high and dry. She makes it her businecs to study scal- lops, tricky ins and outs, queer old letters and monograms, peculiar colors and shapes that you cannot pi~k D in a shop that carries hundreds and hundreds of dishes cast from the s Making posters for and showcases Is no new trick, but it is a trick nevertheless and requires a bit of ingenuity and cleverness to turn them cut in a wholesale fashion and to have each and every one different and distine- tive. It is an art in itself and, while art- ists or so-called ones turn up their noses and solemnly swear and declare that it 1s not “serious work,” if one can bulld up a fair amount of trade it is Infinitely bet- ter than erying for the moon, and it most certainly ylelds the common necessities of life In a pleasant way. The home girl who has always fussed and feathered 'about the dining table would do well to bend her energles that for she knows full well that people always are interested In the eating prop- osition, and those who entertain exten- sively always welcome every new inno- vation with outstretched arms. The Friedlander girls made a name for themselves tickling the palate of the fas- tidious and the eye of the blase. Instead or serving in the regulation style and with the regulation decorations they made it a plan to give a continual round of surprise parties, so that those sitting at their tables might be fillled with cu- riosity to see what prize they would draw next. 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