xiom waxing dim, he polished it up with a
liberal administration of theological logic, abstruse reasoning, and
illustrations from standard authorities.

Samuel Gozani, the probationer, was in several respects a remarkable
character. Son of a native headman of the Gealeka tribe, which
considers itself as forming, as it were, the Kafir aristocracy; he had,
fourteen years previously, been placed at the mission school. For six
years he was as backward in acquirement as he was unsatisfactory and
troublesome in conduct. But a change came. A native revivalist visited
the mission, and, behold--a shaking! Amongst the dry bones that moved,
none showed so much energy as Samuel. His whole life changed, and he at
once declared his intention of entering the ministry. He took to
theological study with the greatest avidity, and for several years was
looked upon as the coming man of the mission. Suddenly he again
changed; his moral conduct remained free from reproach, but his faculty
for serious study appeared to have left him. He brooded deeply, taught
the junior pupils in an irregular and, on the whole, very perfunctory
manner, and seemed to be consumed by a deep and abiding sadness. It was
afterwards noticed that this change dated from about a year after Miss
Blake had taken up her residence at the mission.

Samuel possessed A rich, full baritone voice, and he seemed to regain
his old vigour and enthusiasm only on those occasions when he sang in
the choir. There his voice rang out clear above the others as he led;
his eye flashed, and his countenance lit up. He was a tall and strongly
built man, with a face unlike the usual Kafir type. His lips were thin,
his nose narrow and prominent, and his eyes large and somewhat
protruding. In point of physiognomy, he somewhat resembled a North
American Indian.

III.

It was on a warm night in late Spring that Miss Elizabeth Blake sat
under the verandah which ran along the whole front of the mission
house. A slight thunderstorm had just passed, and another was following
on its trail. Summer lightnings were gleaming through the soft haze,
and distant thunders muttered from time to time. Brown, furry beetles
dashed themselves violently against the windows of the dining-room,
where a lamp still burned, and the pneumoras wailed their melancholy
love-songs from the willow trees along the water-furrow. The junior
teacher was seeing her charges to bed, for prayers were just over, and
Miss Blake wa