Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1890-11-24

went to England on the Worth. The
S icheren met her by the More Light
Nurkeed was going out with her to the
Calicut coast
"Want to find a friend, my trap
mouthed coal scuttle?" said gentleman
in the mercantile service; nothing
easier. Wait at the Nyanza Docks till
he comes Every one comes to the
Nyanza Docks Wait. you poor
heathen. The gentleman spoke truth.
There are three great doors in the world
whereat. il you stand long enough. you
shall meet any one you wish. The head
of the Suez Canal is one, but there death
comes also; Charing Cross Station is the
second - for inland work; and the
Nyanza Docks is the third, AT each of
these places are men and women looking
eternally for those who will surely COM.
So Pambe waited at the docks. Time
was no object to him; and the wives
could wait, as he did from day to day,
week to week, and month to month, by
the Blue Diamond tunnels, the Red Dot
smoke stacks, the Yellow Streaks, and
the nameless dingy gypsies of the sea
that loaded and unloaded, jostled, whis-
tied and roared in the everlasting fog.
When money failed, kind gentleman
told Pambe to become a Christian; and
Pambe became one with great speed,
getting his religious teachings between
ship and ships arrival, and six or seven
shillings a week for distributing tracts to
mariners. What the faith was Pambe
did not in the least care; but he knew if
he said Native Kills an, sar, to men
with long black coats he might get few
coppers, and the tracts were vendible at
little public house that sold shag by
the "dottel, which is even smaller
weight than the @half screw" which is
less than the half ounce. and a most
profitable retail trade.
But after eight months Pambe fell
sick with pneumonia, contracted from
long standing still in slush; and much
against his will he was forced to lie
down in his two and sixpenny room,
raging against Fate.
The kind gentleman sat by his bedside,
and grieved to find that Pambe talked
in strange tongues, instead of listening
TO good books, and almost seemed to be-
come a benighted heather again-till
one day he was reused from semi-stupor
by voice in the street by the dock
head. MY friend = he, +" whispered
Pambe. Call now - call Nurkeed.
Quickl God has sent himln "He
wanted one Of his own race, said the
kind gentleman; and going out he called,
"Nurkeedi" at the top of his voice; and
an excessively colored man in rasping
white shirt and brand new slops, Shin
ing hat, and breast pin turned round.
Many voyages had taught Nurkeed how
to spend his money and make him cit
izen of the world
III. H.. -Yes!" said he, when the situa-
ton was explained Command him.
black nigger-when was on sse The Saar-
bruck. Ole Pambe. Good old Pambe.
Dam Lascar Show him up, sar; and
he followed into the room. One glance
told the stoker what the kind gentleman
had overlooked. Pambe was desper-
ately poor Nurkeed drove his hands
deep into his pockets, then advanced
with clenched fists on the sick, shouting,
@Hya, Pambe. Hyal Hee ali! Hullai
Hehl Takiloi Taklol Make fast aft.
Pambe. You know Pambe. You know
me. Dek no, joel Lookl Dam big fat
law Lascar
Pambe beckoned with his left hand
His right was under his pillow. Nur-
keed removed his gorgeous hat and
stopped over Pambe till he could catch
a faint whisper How beautiful" said
the kind gentleman: -how these Orien-
tails love like childrenl"
Spit him out. said Nurkeed, lean
ing over Pambe yet more closely.
Touching the matter of that fish and
onions, said Pambe-and sent the knife
home under the edge of the rib bone up
ward and forward.
There was a thick sick cough, and
the body of the African slid slowly from
the bed, his cIutching hands letting fall
shower of silver pieces which ran
across the room.
Now / can diei said Pambe.
But he did not die. He was nursed
back to life with all the skill which
money could buy. for the law wanted
him; and in tie end he grew suffi-
ciently convalescent to be hanged in due
and proper form.
Pa1nba did not care uarffcularlv. INIT