He would tell all to this man of his--all that he knew, all that he had felt, his inmost sorest thought.

Suddenly the stranger turned upon him.
"Boy," he said, "you are happy to be here." Waldo looked at him.

Was his delightful one ridiculing him?
Here, with this brown earth and these low hills, while the rare wonderful world lay all beyond.

Fortunate to be here?
The stranger read his glance.
"Yes," he said; "here with the karoo-bushes and red sand.

Do you wonder what I mean?
To all who have been born in the old faith there comes a time of danger, when the old slips from us, and we have not yet planted our feet on the new.