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Updated: June 17, 2025
Dear sister Ellen! there may be many another breach in the family we may all be scattered to the four winds of heaven-but no change can come over us like that which marked the FIRST MARRIAGE. MR. JAMES WINKLEMAN shut the door with a jar, as he left the house, and moved down the street, in the direction of his office, with a quick, firm step, and the air of a man slightly disturbed in mind.
"Yes, it is from Winkleman. He has come in from the Congo side. When this letter was written he was only ten days' march from M'tela." "How do you know that?" interjected Kingozi sharply. "Native information, he says. Oh, I am so glad! so glad! so glad!" "That was the plan from the start, was it?" said Kingozi. "I don't know whether it was a good plan or that I have been thick.
He was at heart a good soul, Winkleman, with a sense of amusement if not of humour, and a philosophy of life denied most of his inexperienced and theoretical countrymen. And also he realized that he had his work cut out to prevent the program being carried through. The African is slow to come to a definite conclusion, but once it is arrived at it is apt to look to him like a permanent structure.
Then I was to delay you until I had word that Winkleman had crossed the n'yika." "All very simple and easy," murmured Kingozi. "It was not simple! It was not easy!" she cried in a sudden flash of resentment. "You are a strange man. When you go toward a thing, you see down a narrow lane. What is either side does not exist." Her voice gradually raised to vehemence. "I am a woman.
The porter's knife in his hand, he looked down on that unfortunate securely bound and gagged. Treading softly Winkleman stepped through the sleeping camp into the clear. He drew a deep breath. Then unconsciously wiping from his face the mixture of grease and ashes that had constituted his "make-up," he strode grimly away toward his own safari.
"But suppose this: suppose Winkleman had obtained his wish. Could you overcome his influence and what-you-call substitute your own?" "No more than he could substitute his were the cases reversed. I've confidence enough in myself and knowledge enough of Winkleman to guarantee that." "So it would depend on who got there first?" she persisted; "that is your opinion?" "Why, yes.
She caught at a hint of reluctant pride in his voice. "Let us suppose," said she. "Let us suppose that you wanted one thing of natives, and Winkleman wanted another thing. Which would succeed?" "Neither. We'd both be speared," replied Kingozi promptly. "Positive and negative poles, and all that sort of thing." She puzzled over this a moment, trying to cast her question in a new form.
My head is in rather a whirl. It was Winkleman right along, was it?" She laughed excitedly. "Oh, such a game! Of course it was Winkleman. Did you think me one to be sent to savage kings?" "It didn't seem credible," muttered Kingozi. "It is a humiliating question, but seems inevitable were you actually sent out by your officials merely to delay me?" "So that Winkleman might arrive first surely."
Let order be given to search him out." "That shall be done," said M'tela after a moment's thought. Mali-ya-bwana and Simba set out with a posse of M'tela's men. They had no great difficulty in getting track of the missing Bavarian. Winkleman had arrived to find the camping site deserted. He had, indomitably, set out on the track of his safari.
Indeed, in the candour of his own inner communings Kingozi acknowledged that he and the German, Winkleman, alone could be held really fitted for that sort of negotiation. But if she were? Why did she not say so? Their object would be the same. It was as much to Germany's interest to pacify, to make friendly this hinterland before the advent of the Boundary Commission. All this was a puzzle.
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