Jacobsdal

There was a tremendous excitement going on.

A correspondent was explaining to an excited crowd how Jacobsdal had been burnt to the ground.

The description was simply splendid.

You could picture the burning houses and the daring rescues in which he figured largely.

In fact, he had barely escaped with his life, he told his admiring audience.

He was just collecting money for these poor destitute people when an Australian stepped up and said, 'This man lies.

Jacobsdal is not burnt.' It was now the parson's duty to interfere, and, with his great habit of the world, to find out the truth.

He interviewed both men and listened to their stories.

There was a tremendous excitement going on.

A correspondent was explaining to an excited crowd how Jacobsdal had been burnt to the ground.

The description was simply splendid.

You could picture the burning houses and the daring rescues in which he figured largely.

In fact, he had barely escaped with his life, he told his admiring audience.

He was just collecting money for these poor destitute people when an Australian stepped up and said, "This man lies.

Jacobsdal is not burnt." It was now the parson's duty to interfere and, with his great habit of the world, to find out the truth.

He interviewed both men and listened to their stories.