Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-07-20

desert since the previous night; Lowndes, of
the civil service, on special duty in the
political department, had come SO far to
escape for an instant the miserable intrigues
OF an impoverished native State, whose King
alternately fawned and clustered for more
money from the pitiful revenues contributed
by hard wrung peasants and despalring
camel breeders; Spurstow, the doctor of the
line, had left a cholera-stricken camp OF
coolies to look after itself for 48 hours while
he associated with white men once more.
Hummil, the assistant engineer, vas the
host. He stood fast and received his friends
thus every Sunday if they could come in.
When one of them tailed to appear, he
would send telegram to bis last address, in
order that he might know whether the de-
faulter was dead or alive. There be very
many places in the East where it IS not
good or kind to let your acquaintance drop
out of sight even for one short week.
DRY PLAY AND BYPLAY.
The PLAYERS were not conscious Of any
special regard for each other. They squab-
bled whenever they met; but they ardently
desired to meet. as men without water desire
to drink. They were lonely folk who under
stood the dread meaning of loneliness. They
were all under 80 years OF age-which is too
soon ior any H"n W PosoeSS sH"s AAo"-
edge.
HPilsener," said Spurstow, after the
second rubber, mopping his forehead.
s'Beer's out I'm sorry to say, and there's
hardly enough soda water for tonight,
said Hummil.
"What filthy bad management" snarled
Spurstow."
"Can't help it. I've written and wired,
but the trains don't come through regularly
vet. Last week the ice ran out, as Lowndes
knows"
"Glad didn't come. I could ha' sent
you some If had known. though. PhewI
it's too hot to 60 on playing bumblepuppy."
This with q savage scowl at LOwndes, who
only laughed. He was hardened offender.
Mottram rose from the table and looked out
o. chink in the shutters.
"What sweet day" said he.
The company yawned unanimously and
betook themselves to an aimless investiga-
tion of all Hummil's possessions-guns, tat
tered novels, saddlery, spurs and the like.
They had fingered them a score of times be-
fore, but there was really nothing else to do.
"Got anything fresh?" said Lowndes.
Last weeks Gazette Of India and cut
ting from a home paper. My father sent it
out It's rather amusing"
''One of those vestrymen that call EN-
who read his newspapers when he could get
them.
Eyes. Listen to this. It's to your ad-
dress, Lowndes. The man was making a
speech to his constituents and he piled it on.
Here's a sample: And assert unhesita-
tingly that the civil service in India is the
preserve-the pet preserve-of the aristoc-
racy OF England, What does the democ-
racy-what do the masses-get from that
country which we have step by step fraudu-
lently annexed? answer, nothing what
ever. 1t is farmed with a single eye to their
own interests by the scions Of the aris-
tocracy. They take good care to maintain
their lavish scale of incomes, to avoid or
stife any inquiries into the nature and con-
duct of their administration, while they
themselves force the unhappy peasant to
pay with the sweat of his brow for all the
luxuries in which they are lapped.'"
Hummil waved the cutting above his
head. "Ear, 'earH said his audience.
FACT VERSUS FANCY.
Then Lowndes, msditatiysly-'T'd give