Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1894-04-19

the song shrlllest + noticed the
cotton cloth rise up until sit, assnmedSi
the shape OF a tent about nine inches
high. There was Wild fidalS and
then silenee The cotton cloth was
then drawn away and sprouting from
the kernel Of the mango which had
just defoured was beautiful young
tree OF symmetrical proportions and
beautiful verdure.
You give rupee sahib? ?"
It was capital trick and he got the
money. ..s..ss..s
The captain was eager to get ashore
and see the Widow Dumaurier. He
was capital fellow and had always
treated me kindly ashore and aAoat.
! / was only fourth mate, but he was
| good enough to invite me to ac-
company him.
The widow Dumaurier kept hotel
there and Capt Kennedy. the COM
mander OF the Calabar, was rather
sweet upon her.
She was as good as she was beauti:
full, but to save her soul from pef-
ditlon she couldn't help u mild firta-
ton now and then, but she always
brought you up with round turn if
| anything resembling q grand passion
was suggested Her heart was aloft
| with poor Pierre to whom she was
devoted but still smiled beMitbhin6
smiles at tho civic officers Of the gov.
ern11ent who used to desert their own
| bungalows for the superior fascina-
tions of the Hotel Duma,lrier and sip
their eau sucre or their absinthe on
| its spacious verandas.
Sea captains made the hotel their
headquarters and there, was scarcely
pne that put Up there that the widow
| had not promised to be sister to.
! Somehow she continued to keep the
old salts in subjection and they were
found regularly at her table d'hote
basking in the brilliancy Of her chances
like moths round the glare Of q aaring
| lamp
Accordingly we got into one of the
| Masoolah boats the surf being too
| heavy to dream of landing by one of
the ships boats. The rOwers under
the promise OF liberal gratuity bent
| their backs to the oars and broke out
into song. (They seem quite unable
to do anything without singing on the
| Coromandel coast The Calabar was
anchored about two miles out but it
didn't take long to reach the shore.
The surf was beating on the sandy
beach with savage roar. Big comb
ers, with snowy crests. were topping
over. The fierce undertow Kissed.
Our boats skipper never turned hair
He shouted objections to his crew. who
| never stopped their song. and taking
advantage of a huge wave steered his
craft right on to the beach The boat
was borne along with resistless force
and the boiling surf took her up near
ly high and dry. Before the. recedinR
water could bear her back the oars
men leaped out agile as cats, and In
an instant the buoyant craft was hauled
on to dry land.
But it was startling experience .
a novice like myself who had never
been in Indian surf before.
We were driven to the hotel in
bullock ghari without springs and
shaken up considerably Nine Du-
maurier received us with her sunniest
and sweetest smile. We reclined in
tho easiest Of chairs on the piazza
while small Indian boys famed the
| flies off us and the khansaman brought
US cooling drinks. While smoking
pup Lunkah cheroots Capt. Kennedy
Ala:
the widow is the only woman
ever loved. She doesn't care rope
yarn for me. Don't say word to
| Marie. y
Marie was his wife. Alas for the
sspravity Of human nature What
ere we going to do about it?
'.Brandi-pani laso toom sala!" said
the skipper 1t was. about all the
H;ndustani he knew. Although the
natives ali along. the Madras coast
speak Tamil, Hindustani Is understood
in all the hotels.
! The liquid panacea was brought and
the skipper felt better.
Nine. Dumaurier was quite charm
| ing at dinner that evening. She was
dressed in a gauzy sort of gown that 1
am not man milliner enough to de.
scribe and spoke English with a de.
lishtful accent | shall not spoil by at
tempting to reproduce. The scene
xas quite novel to me- The waving
punkahs. the snowy napery, the shin
ing silver, the khitmutgars waiting
sehind each chair were agreeable
changes from the monotony OF life
ABOARD ship
The punkah-wallahs were kept busy
::aat night. Next morning while the
captain and We're taking our chota.
hazaree on the veranda unto us came
/ Mime Durnaurier in charming neg
!lge wrapper. She was crying bit
terly.
She told US how one OF her pets-a
little native boy named Ramoon-had
been eaten by shark that morning.
/ He had gone out fishing with two
other natives and the greedy monster
had attacked the catamaran and
toasted on Ramoon.
She related how the man-eater had
long been the terror O. tie coast ad Ia
cont and that the natives all declared
that ever since he had tasted human
flesh several months ago nothing else
would be good enough for him. Young
RAMON had been his tenth victim.
"My captain" she said, y cannot
rest until that horrid shark Is killed.
! You are brave; catch him for me. y
/ And she gave him such beseech.
ing glance thas it made me feel enyi.
Gus.
At this moment we heard the report
OF gun, and looking seward saw q
puff OF smoke from the poop OF the
! CalaEar. The captain seized pair of
marine glasses and gazed long and
earnestly at his ship
E'.My God! Jack, y said he to me, Il
wonder what's up aboard9 There's
the ensignsho isted at half mast 2
Without waiting TO say good bye to
Madame we hurried to the beach and
were soon in q boat pulling madly for
the ship. The mate received as at
the gangway and told us a sad story.
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