The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1890-07-14
Arrest Of Lieutenant COIightIy

You are, are youY' ser ]. Colonel nor
no colonel, you waits ere I'LL I'm relieved, an
the sarjint reports on your ugly old mug. Choup'
seq !.
".An' s'elp me soul. twas the colonel, after
all. But ! was a recuity them
-Unoditod autobiography ~ Priraie oythoris.
II there was one thing on which Co
lightly prided himself more than another
il was looking like ian officer and n gen.
tleman." He said IL was for the honor of
the service that he attired himself so elab-
o~rately; but those who knew him best
said that it was just personal vanity.
There was no harm about Golightly-not
an ounce. He recognized a horse when
he saw one, and could do more han I'LL a
cantle. He played a very fair game at
billiards, and was a sound man at the
whist-table. Everyone liked him; and
nobody ever dreamed n seeing him hand
cufred on a station platform as a descrter.
But this sad thing happened.
He was going down from Dalhousie, at
the end of his ~leave-riding down. He
had cut his leave as fine as he dared, and
wanted to come down in a hurry.
II was fairly warm at Dalhousie. and,
knowing what To expect below, he de-
seconded in a new Khaki suit-tight fit
ting-of a delicate ~olive-green; n peacock
plu tts Nhitt 'oiidt, ahh ~ NJ" INV
soiah helmet. He prided himself on look
ing nea even when he was riding post.
He did look neat. md he was so deeply
concerned about his appearance before he
started that he quite forgot to take any
thing but some small change with him.
He left all his notes at the hotel. His
servants had gone down the road before
him, to be ready in waiting at Pathankote
with o change of gear. That was what he
called travelling in light marching.
order" He was proud OF his faculty OF
organization-what we call boundobtst.
Twenty-Five miles out of Dalhousie il
began to rain-not n mere hill shower but
a good, tepid monsoonish ~downpour. Go
lightly hustled on, wishing that he had
brought an umbrella. The dust on the
roads turned into mud, and the pony
mired n good deal. So did Golightly's
Khaki CATERS. Blu he kept on steadily
and tried to think how pleasant the coolth
was.
His next pony was rather a brute at
starting and G~olightly's hands being slip
perry with the rain, contrived TO get rid of
Golightly at a corner. He chased the ami
NAL, caught il, and went ahead briskly.
The spill had not improved his clothes or
his temper, and he mad lost one spur. He
kept the other n employed. BY the time
that stage was ended, the pony had had
as much exercise as he wanted and, in
spite of the rain, Golightly was sweating
freely. At the end OF another miserable
iait tDuT. poilkitiy iouilu tHe WDTlu us
appear before his eyes IN clammy pulp.
The rain had turned the pith OF his huge
and snowy soidh-fopee into an evil smell
ing dough, and il had closed on his head
like a half opened mushroom. Also the
green lining was beginning To run.
Golightly did not say anything worth
recording here. He tore off and squeezed
up as much of the brim as was i'm his eyes
and ploughed on. The back of the he'll
met was Tapping OH his neck and the
stlas Sft.eE "a his n lint tho l,.tI.,
band and green lining kept things roughly
together, so that the hat did not actually
melt away where il tapped.
Presently, the pulp and the green stuif
made a sort of Shiny mildew which ran
over Golightly in several directions-down
his back and bosom for choice. The
khaki color ran too-itw was really shock
ingly bad dye-and sections of Golightly
were brown, and patches were violet, and
contours were ochre, and streaks were
ruddy red, and blotchcs were nearly white,
according to the nature and peculiarities
of the dye. When he took out his hand
kerchief To wipe his face and the green
of the hat lining and the purple stuff hat
had soaked through on to his neck from
the tie became thoroughly mixed, the eff
feet was amazing.
Near Dhar the rain stopped and the
evening sun came out and dried him up
slightly. 1t fixed the ~colors, too. Three
dead lame, and Golightly was forced to
walk. He pushed on into Pathankote to
find his servants. He did not know then
that his khitmatgar had stopped by The
roadside to get drunk, and would come
spralned his ankle. When he got into
Pathankote, he couldn't find his servants,
his boots were stiff and ropy with mud,
and there were large quantities of dirt
about his body. The blue tie had run as
much as the Khaki. So he took il of with
tho COLLAR and tbraw IN auay Then la
said something about servants generally
and tried To get a peg. He paid eight
annas for the drink, and thisr revealed TO
him that he had only six annas more in
his pocket-or i'm the world as he stood at
that hour.
He went to the station-master To nego-
tiate for a flrst-class ticket to Khasa,
where he was stationed. The booking
clerk said something To the tation-mas
ter, the station-master said something 10
the telegraph clerk and the three looked
at him with curiosity. They asked him to
wait for half m hour while they tele-
graphed to umritsar for authority. So he
waited and four constables came and
grouped themselves picturesquely round
him. just as he was preparing to ask
them to go away, the station-master said
that he would give the sahib "A ticket Ia
Cmritsar, II the sahib would kindly come
inside the booking Office. Golightly
stepped inside and the next thing he knew
was that a constable was attached to each
of his legs and arms, while the station.
master was trying to cram a mail bag
over his head.
There was a very fair scuifle all round
the booking Office, and Golightly received
a nasty cut over his eye through falling
against a table. But the constables were
too much for him, aud they and tho
station master handcuifed him securely.
As soon as the mail bag was slipped. he
began expressing his opinions. and the
head-constable said: "Without doubt
this is the soldier-E nglishman we required
Listen To the abuse!'' Then Golightly
asked the station master waht the this and