Part 20 (2/2)
”I had to coainst his ”I love you so”
”Me-love me? Do you mean it?” He was tremulous with happiness, and his voice broke-”Dearest”
Her face was upturned to his, her lips so near; he felt her heart beating as furiously as his own He kissed her-her lips, her eyes, her dear hair--
”O, God, I' ashore just as the sun was rising, and carowth to the ca by the curtained bed, did not rise Sanders walked to the bed, pulled aside the , and bent over the ain, lit his pipe slowly, and looked down at Abiboo
”When did he die?” he asked
”In the dark of the , master,” said the man
Sanders nodded slowly ”Why did you not send for ure made no reply, then he rose and stretched hi in Arabic-which is a language which allows of nice distinctions-”this hts; why should I call him back to a land where there was neither sunshi+ne nor happiness, but only night and pain and sickness?”
”You're a philosopher,” said Sanders irritably
”I am a follower of the Prophet,” said Abiboo, the Kano boy; ”and all things are according to God's wisdom”
CHAPTER VIII
THE AKASAVAS
You who do not understand how out of good evil rassland, untouched by the hand of rass, and never a sign of nettle, or rank, evil weed It is as GodHis handiwork, and next season-weeds, nettles, lank creeping things, and coarse-leafed vegetation cover the ground
Your spade has aroused to life the dorly waste life that all these long years has been sleeping out of sight-in twenty years, with careful cultivation, you rassland, but it takes a lot of doing
Your intentionsthe pri where grass was; the result is very much the same
I apply this parable to the story of a h of the wrong colour He had large ideas on his duty to his fellows; he was inspired by the work of his cloth in another country; but, as Sanders properly said, India is not Africa
Kenneth McDolan came to Mr Commissioner Sanders with a letter of introduction from the new Ad when his servant, as also his sergeant, Abiboo, brought a card to hied, and in the centre, in old English type, was the inscription-
Rev KENNETH McDOLAN
Underneath was scribbled in pencil: ”On a brief visit” Sanders sniffed impatiently, for ”reverend”He looked at the card again and frowned in his perplexity So card did not go ith the rounded corners and the gilt edge
”Where is he?” he demanded
”Master,” said Abiboo, ”he is on the verandah Shall I kick him off?” Abiboo said this very naturally and with simple directness, and Sanders stared at him