s calling.
My people want me there. You and I must go. There is a great work for
us both." And he, no less ardent and enthusiastic, yielded to her
prayers, bade farewell to home and fatherland, sailed away with her to
the unknown.

"In all the world," she said, "there is no pain to be compared with
the pain of being born a patriot; but a patriot in _exile_--may Heaven
protect me from the tragedy of such a fate!"

CONCLUSION

The veil is lifted for one last brief glimpse.

Ten years have gone by since the declaration of peace, ten years each
more wonderful than the last, full to overflowing of life's rich
experience of joy and grief.

By some strange turn in the hand of Destiny, our heroine finds
herself, after many vicissitudes, an inhabitant of the Golden
City--that Golden City which had wrecked her youth and very nearly
wrecked her life.

For years it has seemed incredible to her that she should have been
destined for the position she now holds, a position of so much trust,
so difficult, so critical.

A plaything in the hand of Fate, she thought at first, when looking
from her balcony she saw the Golden City, with its extensive suburbs
stretched out at her feet, and heard the distant, never-ceasing roar
of the innumerable mine-batteries of the Rand. But the resistless hand
of Fate was drawing her into the sphere of work for which she longed
most ardently--woman's work, at home, abroad--and the glamour of
Johannesburg stole over her in time.

* * * * *

The terms of peace have been fulfilled, responsible government for the
Transvaal and Free State, and Hansie thinks with an intolerable pain
of that day at Teneriffe. Had she but known--had she but known--but
the cables (she had called them "lying cables" then, and she was not
far wrong) had spoken only of a glorious victory for the English and
unconditional surrender on the part of the Boers. No word about the
terms, the _only_ terms on which the Boers would ever have yielded
their independence.

Responsible government has been followed by the Union of the South
African provinces.

South Africa is united _in name_, if not yet in reality, but the time
will surely come, as we have said before, when, under the softening
influence of time, a great united race will be born.

* * * * *

Closely pressing around Hansie as she writes are eager little faces,
reverent little fingers touching t