Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1890-08-13
ENGLAHD'S NEW WRITER.
a STORY BY RUDYARD KIPLING "THE
LATER DICKENS"
He Is the Sensation of the Day in London
Literary Circles-Private Null
vaney's Story.

THE BIG DRUNK DRAF'.
We're goin' 'ome, we re goin' 'ome-
Our ship is at the shore,
An you mus pack your 'aversack,
For we won't come back no more
Ho, don't you grieve for me-
Ny lovely Mary Ann,
For L II marry you yet on fourp ny bit,
AS time-expired ma-a-an
TBarrack. room Ballad.
An awful thing has happened My
friend, Private Mulvaney, who went home
in the Scraps, time-expired, not very long
ago. has come back to India as a civilian
1t was all Dinah Shadd's fault She could
not stand the poky little lodgings, and she
missed her servant Abdullah more than
words could tell. The fact was that the
Mulvaneys had been out here too long, and
had lost touch of England.
Mulyaney knew a contractor on one of
the new Central India lines, and wrote to
him for some sort of work. The contractor
said that if Mulvaney could pay the pas
sage he would give MIN command of
gang of coolies for old sake's sake. The
pay was IS rupees a month, and Dinah
Shadd said that if Terrence did not ac-
cept she would make his life "basted
purgatory" Therefore the Mulvaneys
came out as "ciyilians," which was great
and terrible fall, though Mulvaney tried
to disguise it by saying that he was
"Ker'nel on the railway line, an con-
sequinshal man."
He wrote me an invitation on tool
indent form to visit him, and l came down
to the funny little CONSTRUCTION" bunga-
low at the side of the line. Dinah Shadd
had planted peas about and about and
nature had spread all manner of green
stuff around the place. There was no
change in Mulvaney, except the change
in raiment, which was deplorable, but
could not be helped. He was standing
upon his trolly haranguing a gangman,
and his shoulders were as well drilled and
his big, thick chin was as clean shaver as
ever.
"Tm civilian, now" said Mulyaney;
"Cud you tell that | was lver martial
man? Don't answer, sorr, av you're strain
in betune a compliment an lie. There's
no houldin' Dinah Shadd now, she's got a
house av her own. Go inside an drink
tay out av chiny in the drrrawin' room, an
thin well dhrink like Christians undher
the tree here. Scutt, We naygur folk !
There's a Sahib come to call on me, an
that's more than he'll iyer do for you
onless YOU run Get out, and 90 on pilin'
up the earth, quick, till shutdown"
When we three were comfortably set
tied under the big sisham in front of the
bungalow, and the first rush of questions
D. 81
Leyroyd and old times and places had
died away, Mulvaney said, refectively:
''Glory be, there's no p'rade tomorrow an
no bun-headed Corp'rll-bhoy to give you
his lip. An yit l don't know. IT'S hard
to be something We niyer were an niver
meant to be, an all the ould days shut up
along wild your papers. Eyah. Pm
CROWN rusty, an It's the will av God that
man mustn't serve his Duane for time an
all"
He helped himself to fresh peg and
sighed furiously.
"Let your beard grow, Mulvaney," said
i, "and then you won't be troubled with
tbsse notions You'll be a real civilian"
,inah Shadd had confded to me in
the drawing room her desire to coax Null
vaney into letting his beard grow "Twas
so civilian-like," said poor Dinah, who
hated her husbands laundering for his old
life.
"Dinah,, Shadd, your a dishgrace to an
honust, clane-scraped mani" said Null
vaney, without replying to me. "Grow
beard on your own chin, darlint and lave
my razors alone. They're all that stand
between me and dis-ris probability. Av
didn't shave | would be torminted wild an
outrsjis thurrst, for there's nothin' so dry
in to the throat as big bill-goat beard
Vaughn undher the chin. Ye wudn't have
me dhrink always, Dinah Shadd. BY the
same token, you're kapin' me crool dhry
now. Let me look at that whiskey"
The whiskey was lent and returned, but
Dinah S hadd, who had been just as eager
as her husband in asking after old friends,
rent me with
81 take shame for you, sorr, comm
down here-though the saints know you're
as welkim as the daylight whin you do
come-an' upsettin' Terence's mead wild
your nonsense about-about fwhat's much
better forgotten. He bein' civilian now,
an you niver was aught else. Can you
not let the army rest? IT'S not good for
Terence"
/ took refuge by Mulvaney, for Dinah
Shadd has temper of her own.
'Let be-let be" said Mulvaney. otis
only wanst in way l can talk about the
ould days." Then to me: "You say
Dhrumshticks is well, and his lady tn?
niver knew how liked the gray garron
till. was shut av him and Asia.
"Dhrumshticks" was the nickname of the
Colonel commanding Mulyaney's old regi-
ment. "WiiI you be SEEM him again
You will. Thin tell him." Mulvaneys
eyes began to twinkle, tell him wild
Privit-"
"Mister Terence interrupted Dinah
Shadd.
the armament av hiven fly away wild the
Mister, an the sin av' maxim me swear be
on your confession, Dinah Shadd Privit,
l tell We. Wid Privit Mulvaney's best
obedience, that but for me the last time
expired wud be still pullin' hair on their
way to the sea-"
lie threw himself back in the chair,
chuckled, and was silent.
''Mrs. Mulvaney," | said, "please take
up the whisky, and don't let him have it
until he has told the story"
Dinah Shadd dexterouslY whipped the
bottle away, saying at the same time
"Tis nothing to be proud av,n and thus
captured by the enemy, Mulvaney spoke
Twas on Chuseday week. | was be-
haderin round wild the gangs on the bank
incentive taught the hoppers now to kape
step an stop screechin'-whin a head
gangman comes up to me, wild about two
inches av shirt-tail hanging round his
neck an a disthressful light in his oil
.Sahib,' SEE he, there's reg'mint an q
half av soldiers up at the junction knockin'
red cinders out av Everything and livery
body They thried to hang me In my
cloth,' he SEE, AN there will be murder an
ruin an rape in the place before nightfalll
They say they're comm down here tc
wake us up. What will we do wild oui
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