The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1894-12-21

and did not sign articles till the ship
had been q month gone from the port.
Pambe waited, too, bat his Bombay
wife grew clamorous, and no was forced
to sign in tho SpicEeren to Hongkong,
because he realized that all play and no
work gives Jack ragged shirt. In the
foggy China seas nc thought a great
deal OF Nurkeed, and when Elsass-Lo-
thringen steamers lay in port with the
Spicheren inquired after him and found
he had gone to England via the cape
OH the Gravelotte. Pambe went to Eng
land on tho Worth. The Spicheren met
her by the More Light Nurkeed was
going out with her to the Calicut coast.
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"Want to find friend, my trap
mouthed coal scuttle?" said gentle
man in the mercantile service. "Noth-
ing easier. Wait at the Nyanza docks
till he comes. Every one comes to the
Nyanza docks. Wait, you poor heath
en-. The gentleman spoke the truth.
There are three great doors in the world
whereat, if 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
Naynza docks are tho third. At each of
these places are men and women look
ing eternally for those who will surely
come. 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, month to month,
by the Blue Diamond tunnels, the Red
Dot smokestacks, the Yellow Streaks
and the nameless dingy gypsies of the
sea that loaded and unloaded, jostled,
whistled and roared in the everlasting
fog. When money failed, kind gentle
man told Pambe to become Christian,
and Pambe became one with great speed,
getting his religious teachings between
ship and ships arrival and or shil
lings q week for distributing tracts to
mariners. What the faith was Pambe
did not in the least care, but he knew
if he said, Native Kilis-ti-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
ounGo 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 bed
side and grieved to find that Pambe
talked i'll strange tongues, instead of
listening to good books, and almost
seemed to become benighted hoathen
again, till one day he was reused from
semistupor by voice i'll the street by
the dockhead. "My friend-he, whis-
pered Pambe. Call nOw-call Nurieed.
Quickl God has sent hin" ''I1o want.
ed one of his own race, >" said the kind
gentleman, and going out he called
"Nurkeed" at tho top OF his voice,
and an excessively colored man i'll q
rasping white shirt and brand new slops,
a shining hat and broastpin turned
round. Many voyages had taught Muir
keed how to spend his money and made
him citizen of the world.
Eli Yesv' said he when tho situa-
ton was explained. Command him.
black nigger-when was ON the Saar-
bruck. Ole Pambe. Good old Pambo
Dam lascar. Show him up, sar," and
he followed into the room. One glance
told the stoker what tic kind gentleman
had overlooked. Pambo was desperately
poor. Nurkeed drove his hands deep into
his pockets, then advanced with olinch-
ed fists on the sick shouting: "Hya,
Pambe! Hya Hee, ali! HULA! He'll
TaEilo Talilo! Make fast aft, Pambe!
You know Pambe. You know me. Dek
no, joel Look! Dam big fat lazy las
carr'
Pambe bcckoncd with his left hand.
His right was under his pillow. Nur-
keed removed his gorgeous hat and
stopped over Pambo till no could catch
q faint whisper. How bc,;1tiful!" said
the kind gentleman. How these orien-
tails love like childrcn!''
"Spit him out j." said Nurkeed, lean.
ing over Pambe yet more closely.
Touching the matter of that fish and
onions" said Pambo--and sent the
knife home under the edge of the rib
bone, upward and forward.
There was thick, sick cough and
tho body of the African slid slowly from
the bed, his clutching hands letting fall
a shower Of silver pieces, which ran
across the room.
Nov can die!" said Pambe.
But he did not die. He was nursed
back to life with all tho skill which
money could buy, for the law wanted
him, and III the end he grew sufficient
ly convalescent to be hanged in due and
proper form.
Pambe did not care particularly, but
it was sad blow to tho kind Christian
gentleman. st. James Gazette.
Knocked Out.