Category: Short Stories
It was a six-mule mail-coach that bumped and banged along the rough highroad to Buluwayo, and Vivienne Carlton anathematised the fate that condemned her to travel by it. Cordially she detested the cheerful garrulity of certain of her fellow-passengers, quoting to herself Louis...
The three sat round the fire awhile, unspeaking, each busy with their own thoughts. Whatever were Roper's his face grew more sullen every moment, and the glances he cast in the...
6. CHAPTER SIX.Dettington lounged moodily against the counter of Randal and Hallam's _winkel_, his eyes sardonic, his mouth decorated with discontent. He was bored to the verge of suicide. Two...
4. CHAPTER FOUR.The sky-line was scarlet from east to west, and above the scarlet lay massed bronze. The rest of the world was composed of tan-coloured kopjes and rocks, and the road along whic...
7. CHAPTER SEVEN.Old Nick Retief sat on his stoep gazing at the six thousand morgen of naked veld that constituted his share of the world, and there was trouble in his eagle-like gaze. He had th...
3. CHAPTER THREE.There always seems to be more ardour and vitality in blue-eyed people than in others, and Diane Heywood and Maryon Hammond were both blue-eyed--with a difference. His were blue...
1. CHAPTER ONE.It was a six-mule mail-coach that bumped and banged along the rough highroad to Buluwayo, and Vivienne Carlton anathematised the fate that condemned her to travel by it. Cordial...
5. CHAPTER FIVE.When the number of coloured pupils attending the Friend for Little Children School reached one hundred and fifty, it was decided that Sister Joanna ought to have the assistance...
8. CHAPTER EIGHT."I have been trying to meet you ever since I came to Durban," said the boy, in a voice that all the world might hear, so young it was and eager.