Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1891-07-05

"TrpSrNo ROUND I MCCONNELL CASUAL Az
oUaWTAscE.D -
care m frock coat. tail hat, light trousers
and tan Gloves. But had known him III
Che DAYS when the brutal Indian Govern,
mept raid for his university educatloh alo
he contributed cheap sedlton 10 o"c't.
D,rpon, and intrigued with the wives Oh
his schoolmatcs. foo,;sh ~
| no said. nodding nj the poster. am
ro;nc down TO the Northbrook Club. VIII
YOU come, tool"
/ walked with him for some time.
"You are not WELL" he said. what Is
there in your mind? You do not tall" :,
"Grish Chunder. you've been 100 wei
educated TO believe in Cod, haven't
your" hooI
"O-ah, yes. hsre!-But when GO nome /,
must conciliate popular superstition ana
make ceremonies OF purlnca'ioh' anu my
women will anoint idols.
And hang up tulsi and feast the p'U'ohp;
and take Won back into caste again anu
make good kh,ttri Of you again, y0u 40.
yanced social Freethinker. And you eat
desi food again. and like II all, IRON inc
smell in the courtyard to the mus'ard-oh
II shall very much like IT." said Grish
Chunder. unguardedly. "Once Hindu
always a Hindu. But like TO know what
the English think they know
"rlI tell Won something that one Eng
I,sbman knows. It's an old tale 10 YOU"
I began to tell the story OF Charlie IN
English. but Grish Chunder put question
i'm The vernacular, and the history wen
| forward naturally in the tongue best suited
| for it's telling. After all IT could not nave
haen told in English Grish Chunder
heard me. nodding from time to. time, and
| then came up 10 my loolis' "ucio ''''-
| cluded the tale. :,
+" Besbnk.n he said philosophically.. Le-
I.iDdoy,roz1 band hal without doubt, nut
the door is shut. have heard of this re-
membering Of previous existences among
INV people. 1t Is, OF course, an 0lu taie
with us, but to happen to an Engiishmen-
n cow-fed Mcclellan outcast! 10y oo'e-
that is most peculiar"
"Outcast yourself, GrIsh Chunder. You
cat cow-beef every day. Let's think the
thing out. The boy remembers his incar-
Does he know that ?" said Grish Chun-
der quietly. swinging his legs as he sat on
nv table. He was speaking in English.
"He does not know anything, would
speak to You if he did! 60 on"
There is no going on at OIL. III you ten
that TO your friends they Will say you are
mad and pat it IN the papers. suppose
|
Lets leave that out of the question
entirely. Is there any chance Of his being
made TO speak,"
There Is chance. Oh; ali: yes. But
if he spoke it would mean that oil this
world would end now nsfdn'er-fall down
on your head. These things are not allow
cd, you know. Asl said. the door Is shut"
Not ghost of chance!"
How can there be? You are Chris
| s., n
books. of the tree of life, or else You would
never die. How shall you all fear death
If Won all know what your friend does not
know that he knows j en- afraid to be kick
ed but am u OF afraid to die because know
what know. You are not afraid TO be
kicked but you are afraid to die. III you
were not, by God; your English would be
all over the shop IN an hour, upsettin6
| the balance of power and making coinfho-
lions II would not be good. But no fear.
He will remember little and lite less,
and he will call IT dreams. Then he Will
| FORGET altogether. When | pass my first
| arts examination in Calcutta that was all
| in the Cram-book on Wordsworth. Trail
| ing clouds of glory, you KNOW.
This seems to be an exception 10 the
| rule
| There are no exceptions to the rule"
There are no exceptions to rules. Some
| are not so hard-looking as others, but they
| are all the same when you touch. IL TINS
| friend o. YOURS said so and so and SO and
SO. indicating that he had lost all his lost
| lives or one piece Of lost lite, he would
| not be in the bank another hour. He would
he what YOU called sacked because he was
| mad. and they would send him to an asy-
lum for lunaticS. You can see that, my
| friend"
"Of course l can. but I wasn't thinking
/ ny in
of him. HIS name heeu never appear III
| the story" -,
"Ah / see. That story will never be
written. You can try"
| ~ am going to-"
| of money. of course 7"
mo. For the sake of writing the story
| On nv honor. that will be ali.
| Even then there is no chance. You
cannot play with the gods. 1t is very
| pretty story now. AS they say. let II go on
that mean at that. BE quick. He viii
not last long"
| How do YOU mean?"
What say. He has never so far
| thought about woman"
| "Hasn': he. though" l remembered
some of Charles condolences.
| ~ mean no woman has thought about
| him. When that comes bus-hogya-all
I up, know. There are millions OF women
here. Housemaids, for instance"
WINGED at the thought of NV story being
| ruined by a housemaid. And yet nothing
| was more probable among bank clerks.
| Grish Chunder erinned.
| "Yes-also pretty giris-cousins of his
| house, and perhaps not in his house. One
| kiss that he gives back again and remem-
| bers will cure all this nonsense, or
| else"
"Or else what ? Remember he does not
| know that he knows"
a. know that. Or else, if nothing hap
pens, he will,oecome immersed in theltrade
and financial speculations like the rest. 1t
must be SO. You can see that it must be
| so. But the woman viii come first,
think"
| There was rap at the door and Charlie
| charged in Impetuously. He had been re-
leased from Office and by the look In his
| eyes could see that he had come over for
a long talk; most probably with poems in
| his pocket. Charles poems were very
| wearying, but sometimes they led him to
| talk about the galley.
Grish Chunder looked at him keenly for
minute.
81 beg your pardon" Charlie said, up.
easily; Il didn't know you had any one
| with you"
Lam going" said Grish Chunder.
He drew me into the lobby as he depart
cd.
| That is your man. )" he said quickly. Il
tell you he will never speak all you wish.
| That is rot-bosh. But he would be most
good TO make TO see things. Now other
wise 1t may be too late. Suppose now we
pretend that 1t was only play"-i had
never seen Grish Chunder so excited" and
make him take the ink IN his hand. En-.
what do you Think l tell you that he
could see anything that a man could see.
Let me get the ink and the camphor. He
Is seer and he will tell Us very many
things"
He may be all you say, bat Pm not 90.
ing 70 trust him to your gods aud devils"
1t will not hurt him. He will only feel
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