The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1890-07-19

hOrsfs compound Tor IL days. Q
mehssr appe.red, and yhe9 Bel heard Of
~fuIlfiedged. Whether the mehter made
love to Janki, Mrs. Bronckhorst's ayah. is
a question which oncern Strickland ex-
clusively.
He came hack at the end of three
weeks and said guietly;. "You spoke the
up from beginning to end. Jove! Itai-
most astenishes me! That Bronckhorst
beast isn't ft TO live."
There was uproar and shouting, and
Biel said: How are you going to prove
IL? You can't say that you've been tres
passing on Bronckhorst's compound IL
no." said Strickland. "Tell your law
yer fool, whoever he In, to get up some
thing about inherent improbabilities' and
discrepancies OF evidence He wont
have TO speak, but II will make him
happy. I'm going TO run his business
Biel held his tongue and the other men
waited to see what would happen. They
trusted Strickland as men trust quiet men,
When the case came of the court was
crowded. Strickland hung about In the
~verandah Of the court, till he met the
murmured o fnquir's blessing In his ear,
and asked him how his econd wife did.
The man spun round, and, as he looked
into the eyes OF "Estreeken Sahib," his
jaw dropped. You must remember that
before Strickland was married, he was, as
natives. Strickland whispered a rather
coarse v~ernacular proverb to the effect
that he was abreast Of all that was going
on, and vent into the court armed with a
gut trainers whip.
The Mohammedan was the first witness
and Strickland beamed upon him from
the back of the court. The man moist
ened his lips with his tongue and in his
abject fear of 'Estreeken Sahib" the
faquir, went back on every detail
OF his evidence said he was
a poor man, and God was
his witness that he had forgotten
everything that Bronckhorst Sahib had
told him to say. Between his terror of
Strickland, the judge, and B~ronckhorst,
he collapsed, weeping.
Then began the panic among the wit
nesses. Janki, the ayah, leering chastely
behind her veil, turned gray, and the
bearer left the court. He said that his
wholesome for any man to lie unthriftily
in the presence of "Estreeken Sahib."
Biel said politely to Bronckhorst:
"Your witnesses don't seem to work.
Haven't you any forged letters TO pro-
duce?" But Bronckhorst was swaying to
and fro in his chair, and there was a dead
pause after Biel had been called TO order.
Bronckhorst's counsel saw the look on
his clients face, IN without more ado
pitched his papers OIL the little green
baize table and mumbled something
about having been misinformed.
like soldiers at a theater, and the judge
began to say what he thought.
Biel came nut Of the place, and Strick-
land dropped n gut trainers whip in the
v~erandah. Ten minutes later, Biel was
cutting Bronckhorst into ribbons behind
the old Court cells, quietly and without
was sent home in n carriage; and his wife
wept over it and nursed il into a man
again.
Later on, after Bel had managed to
hush up the counter-charge against
Bronckhorst of fabricating false evidence,
Mrs. Bronckhorst, with her faint, watery
smile, said that there had been a mistake
but it wasn't her Teddy's fault altogether.
She would wait till Teddy came back to
her. Perhaps he had grown tired of her,
or h had tried his patience, and perhaps
me ~9 tSs mo,S Sar n %ou aay ye, m their Children eha ReT,
play with ''little Teddy" again. He was
SO lonely. Then the Station invited Mrs,
B~ronckhorst everywhere, until Bronck'
horst a fit to appear in public,
when he went home and took
TO her." and they are moderately happy.
Though, of course, he can never forgive
her the thashing she was the indirec,
e of getting for him.
What Biel wants to know is:-"Why
didn't | press home the charge against
the Observation-Disclosures and have him run
in?"
What Mrs. Strickland wants to know
is:-"How did my husband bring such a
lovely, lovely Waller from your station? !
i know all his money affairs; and I'm Ger,
tain he didn't buy it,"
What / want to know is:-"How dc
women like Mrs. Bronckhorst come &c
marry men like Bronckhorst?"
And my conundrum is the most un'
answerable of the three.-Rudyard Kip.
ling.