Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-11-12

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 a week fur distributing tracts to mariners. What the faith was Pambe did not in the least care, but he knew if he said, Native Ki-lis-ti-an, sar, to men with long black coats he might get few coppers, and the tracts were yendible at a little public house that sold shag by the ''dottes" 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 bed side and grieved to find that Pambe talked in strange tongues, instead of listening to good. books, and almost seemed to become q benighted heathen again, till one day he was reused from semistupor by a voice in the street by the dockhead. My friend-he, whis- pered Pambe. Call now-call Nurkeed. Quick! God has sent himr' He want ed one of his own race, said the kind gentleman, and going out he called "Nurkeedr' at the top of his voice, and an excessively colored man in a rasping white shirt and brand new slops, 1 shining hat and a breastpin turned round. Many voyages had taught Nur- keed how to spend his money and made him citizen of the world
 Hi! Yesr" said he when the situa- tion was explained. Command him black nigger-when I was on 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 desperately poor. Nurkeed drove his hands deep into his pockets, then advanced with clinch- ed fists on the sick, shouting: "Hya, Pambe! Hya! Hee, ah! Hullal Hehl Takilo! Takilo! Make fast aft, Pambe, You know Pambe. You know me. Dek ho, jec. Look! Dam big fat lazy las car!'''
 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 faint whisper. How beautifulr' said the kind gentleman. How these orien- tals love like childrenr
 "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, upward and forward.
 There was a thick, sick cough, and the body of the African slidislowly from the bed, his clutching hands letting fall shower of silver pieces, which ran across tho room.
 Now I can dier' said Panbe.
 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 the end he grew sufficient ly convalescent to be hanged in due ard proper form.
 Pambe did not care particularly, but it was sad blow to the kind Christian gentleman.-St. James Gazette.