The Albert N'Yanza, Great Basin of the Nile, And Explorations of the Nile Sources

ight summer costume and her parasol held daintily in her hand, though the sun was veiled in golden clouds. What was her astonishment to see Frans cosily sitting on the doorste

d Alma, with a sudden cloud

ected surprise, then offering to his sister with forma

g lady, who at once explained the object of her visit. Nono, who had seen her in the distance, now came to meet her, and w

loy in criticising works of art, and quite soared beyond Nono's comprehension as well as her own. The little house, just

it a little," said Nono hones

nd of savings-bank. The chimney should be open all the way down, so that I could drop the money in. The door should be locked, and I should have the key. I

hen Alma added, "But I want to see Pelle too,

but me," said Nono hesitatingly; "but Mamma Karin wil

he might choose to say while she was trying to make herself agreeable at the golden house. So Alma made her way to the gate, esc

ess was near her end, and was gloomily looking forward to death, some words of simple faith and hope she had once heard from Karin came now to her mind like a new revelation, and the glad truths took deep root in her troubled heart. An abounding gratitude to Karin at once took possession of the dying woman, and she added an item to her will providing that Karin, who was struggling along with her young family about her, should have a bit of land of her own, and

n, small and round, fell into Nono's hands as Alma received it. "Now, Nono," she said, "that is your gift from your godmother, for I am a kin

ss, so he astonished Alma by dropping on one knee and kissing her hand, as he

Alma's proceedings. She knew he had been consulting-architect as to the little cottage, but she cou

the Master up there," and he raised his thin finger towards the skies, "was to say to Karin, 'Where is the guest-room?' she'd likely point to the house, all one great room inside. She'd make a mistake, though. Her guest-room is in here, where she let the Master in long ago." Pelle laid his hand on his breast, where he supposed

he newly-cut grass as if he had had his say i

ped into the chimney, as swallow after swallow sinks into similar quarters when a summer night comes on. The accumulating store lay in secrecy and in stillness, save when Alma now and then made the little house shake as if an earthquake threatened it with destruction, while she listened delightedly to the

then Pelle went to his little room, where he walked up and down, holding his head as high as the ceiling would permit,

harm, he was not in the habit of examining particularly into them. It would even be a pleasure to him to pay Nono's wages personally. He liked the little brown boy who made him think of the sunny south, and could not pass him in the garden without giving him a pleasant word or a friendly nod. It pleased him to think there would now be a new link between them. A silver link it p

his machines or for any of his various undertakings. She had often scolded him for being thriftless and reckless, but had been as liberal with her loans and gifts as with her reproaches. He was f

to read it. "What's got into you, Alma?" he added hastily; "you seem to be drawing off from me, every way, as fast as you can. I wonder if you will stop calling me Frans one of these days, and pretend you are no sister of mine. You know I don'

r-decked table on which it had been placed. He wanted to thank his father, too, for the neat little cupboard that had been

yet appeared. Perhaps he wanted to see

er, at least, did love him very dearly, in spite of the trouble he was always giving. "Suppose-sup

n her hand, and was dropping something down the chimney. "There goes my present, I daresay," he thought, and aga