Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1893-11-09
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dozen men. You are suffering from q
blow, sir, that has nearly cost you your
nfew
"Do you think SOP" querled Ralph,
"There's no doubt about II. But
what's the use Of talking to you on the
BubjectP Don't you remember who
wsylaid your Don't you remember
anything about the fght?"
"Flght9 fight? Has there been a
hght?"
'Pshaw! Haven't you some papers
about you that will tell who you are?"
"Papers?"
"Here, let me search your pocketsl"
proposed the Kanaka impatiently.
No opposition being made TO this
proposal, the Kanaka at once carried II
Into execution. The result OF the
search was considerable number OF
letters, receipts, bills Of exchange, and
other documents in which the identity
Of our hero was perfectly manifest.
Here, read therel" cried the Kanaka,
in fever Of impotence. these will
tell who and what you are Read them.
Unfortunately, never learned to read
few Of our people did until after the
arrival Of the missionaries. Read
theml"
He opened one Of the letters and held
1t under Ralph's gaze, continuing to re-
peat his injunction, but our hero merely
looked puzzled again, and stared
blankly at the bold chirography before
him.
"I-I am just like you," he declared.
Nf- laac,,nI % vnaA nfNhn, ~
For moment the Kanaka looked
dumfounded -annihilated-- he then
slapped himself violently on the breast
with an air Of reviving hopes and
spirits.
II have IT," he cried. an take you
to Mr.. Bullet"
He gathered the various papers of
our hero into package, thrust them
into one Of his own pockets, and passed
his arm through Ralphs, leading him
away into the interior OF the Island,
taking the general direction of Krow-
WOW, at the head of the Pearl Locks.
'Mr. Bullet Is the man | work for
explained the Kanaka, as he walked
onward. Il don't know as you will ever
understand what that means, but il
can do you no harm for me to mention
the fact. Mr. Bullet has quite q good
farm up here, in pleasant although
rather retired valley He has had
great experience in all sorts of bust
ness, and he will tell us in minute
what all these papers have to say about
your,
At the end Of weary walk Of about
three miles the couple reached the
crest OF hill, from which they could
look down into beautiful and fertile
valley Of small extent Immediately in
front Of them. 1t was we'll titled and
we'll shaded, and a little stream OF
water flowed through it on its way
from one Of the high plateaus Of the
Konahuanui range Of the sea.
Mr.. Bullet lives in the house you see
youder, announced the Kanaha, point
ing out small four-roomed cottage of
a story and half that occupied prom
inence at one side Of the valley. "As
you see, it is built in the American
style. Mr.. Bullet is an American by
birth, and was for many years a
sailor"
Our hero did not respond to these
observations any more than he had re-
Sponded to the various other Observa-
tions of his companion since setting out
for the residence of Mr.. Bullet. The
cause Of this silence was, evidently,
that his eyes were entirely occupied,
as we're his sensations, with the vari-
GUS new and striking scenes constantly
presenting themselves to his notice.
Here we are, muttered the Kanaka,
q few moments later, as he turned off
from the rude road to still ruder path
that led across or through the garden
of the Bullet estate; land here is Mr..
Bullet himself.
Hewaved his hand toward person
age who stood under the edge of little
shed at one end of the house, engaged
In the modest occupation of splitting
stick of wood into small pieces to boil
some water for his tea,
This man was indeed Mr.. Bullet.
He was thin and withered little old
man, but yet the possessor of great
deal of strength and vigor He was at
least go years of age, and had not the
least vestige Of tooth in his head, but
this circumstance did not prevent him
from chewing tobacco with such en-
OIBy blldb lbh lulCO Idu tUHUluudlly
from each corner Of his mouth like
cider from press.
Hearing his name pronounced by the
Kanaka, he accepted the fact as q sort
of introduction to our hero, to whom he
bowed with sufficient aflability. Ralph
responded in kind mechanically, and
then resumed his staring and wonder
ing survey of things around him in o
way that at once fixed the old sailors
attention.
"Who is he, Kulu?" he asked in
low tone as the Kanaka withdrawing
his arm from Ralph's, advanced to his
employers side.
81 don't know who he is" replied
IKulu. "He has been in fight, or
somebody has waylaid him. There is
an awful wound on his head"
Where did you find him?" demand
ed Bullet, keenly interested.
"In lonely spot at Kaliki Bay-not
far from the water. He is very nice
young man, as you can see, but he don't
know who he Is, nor where he came
fromSnor how he got into this awful
fix 4r-
At.this point of Kulus exciting state
ments' Bullet caught him by the arm.
"Hhsh!" he enjoined, stepping about
excitedly, as if the ground were burn
ding the soles OF his feet. g compre-
hend! An appalling mysteryl At the
least, q case Of assault with intent to