The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1890-07-23

| and laughs. Wanse an again szE5peo IN
to see how the httis piece 1as gc4n', an
whin ut was near eDdia'{ stepped out al
! among the carTieges an sings cut very
| softly, Jungir Wild theb e csrgs began
to move, an I waved TO the dhriTer.
'Hitherae? seq I, on he hithereced It'll
judged he ives at proper distance, an thin
tux him fair an square betuns the eyes,
all l knew for good or bad, an he dropped
| wild a gngle Like the ca1teen beer engine
whin ut's runnin' low. Thin ran TO the
kyart an' tux out all the kit an piled it
into the ccr'ge, the sweat HuEuin' down
my face in dhrops Go home sez TO the
sais. You'll find q man close here Very
sick he is. Take hin a=zzy, an Az you mir
say wan wurrd sbout fwhzt you've dek-
koed I'll marrow you gil your own wife
won't sumjso WHO you are Thin heard
the stanpin' az feet st the ind sv of the
play, an I ran IN TO let down the curtain.
Win they all came ont tie gurl thried TO
hide herself behind van Of the pillars, an
SEE Jungf in a voica that wrdn't ha'
scared q hare. l run over 70 Jungi's
carr'ge an tux up the lousy old horse
blanket On the box, wrapped my head an
the rest av me IN ut an dhrove up to where
she was
e" Miss Sahfb,' sez I, going to the sta
tfoni Cart. Sahibs or6err an widout a
sign she Jumped IN all among her own kit.
L laid 70 an dhruv like steam to the
Colonel's house before the colonel was
there, an she screamed an thought she
was goin' Of. Out comes the eyah, sayin'
al sorts av things about the oapt'n havin'
come for the kit an gone TO the station.
q Take out the luggage, you diviI' SEE
l, 'or I'll murther your
''The lights aY the thraps people comm
from the Calf was shown acrost the
parade ground, an By this an that, the
way thin two women worked at the bun
dies and thrunks was a cautionl was
dyin' to help, but seem didn't want to
be known sot wild the blanket roun' me
an coughed an thanked the saints there
was no moon that night.
''Whin all was in the house again niver
asked for bukshish, but dhruv trementus
in the opp'site way from the other earr'ge
an put out my lights. PRESENTLY I saw
nagur man wallowin' in the road. 1 slipped
down before l got TO him, for I suspicioned
Providence was wild me all through that
night. Twas Jungi, his nose smashed in
fiat, all dumb sick as you please. Dennis
man must have tilted him out av the
thrap. Win he came to, 'HuttF sex I,
but he began to howl.
You black lump az dirt I SEE, is this
the way you dhrive your gharTi? That tikka
has been ewin' an me-owin' all over the
blooInin' country this whole bloomin'
night, an you as mut-walla as Davy's SOW.
Get up, you bogP SEE l. louder, for heard
the wheels av thrap in the dark; get up
an light your lamps or you'll be run intOP
This vas on the road TO the railway station.
80 'Fwhat the divil's this2' SEE the capt'n's
voice in the dhark, an l could judge he
was in lather av rage.
"'Gharri dhriver here, dhrunk, sor, seq
I; I've found his gharri sthrsvin' about
cantOnmints an now I've found him
"'Ohr SEE the Capt'n; whats his namer
stopped down an pretended to listen
He SEE his names JUngi, sorr,' seq I.
"'Hould my harse, SEE the Capt'n to his
man, an wild that he gets down wild the
whip an lays into Jungi, just mad with
rage an swearin' like the scuft lie was.
Il thought, afther a while, he wud kill
the man, SO SEE: Stop, SOFT, or you'll
murdher himp That dhrew all his fire on
me, an he cursed me into blAzes, an out
again. I stud TO attenshin an saluted:
had his rights, I'm thinking that more
than wan wud be beaten to shakin' Jelly
for this nights work-rhat never came off
at all, SOFT, as you see?' Now thinks to
myself, Terence MulYaney, you've cut your
own throat, for he'll sthrike, an you'll
knock him down for the good av his sowI
an your own iverlastin' disghrase.'
But the Capt'n never said a single
wurrd He choked where he stud, an thin
he went into his tArao widout sayin' good
night, an I whit back to barricks."
And them said Ortberis and I to-
gether.
That was all, said Mulvaney; "niver
another word did I hear av the whole
thing. All I know was that there was
no evasion. an that was fwhat wanted.
Now, put Ut TO you, SOFT, IS ten days c.
B. fit au' proper treatment for man
who has behaved as me?"-Rudyard Kip
ling.