Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1894-12-10
A MAN OF PREY.

soon at pace which procured for her
! from prahu, lorcha and sampang an un-
commonly wide berth. Off Pulo Pan
jan, however, the stranger put his helm
down, got in his square canvas and
went away, close hauled, west by north
along the coast
''See that, Sam?" and Prodigy of
Proddy g Newman let his cheroot go
out as he gaped after the flying schooner.
Prodigy had been over to Bintang, and
Sam was skipper of his little steam
yacht.
AYE, sir, [ see that, and see the rea-
son of it, too, 2" and Sam pointed to
streaming wisp of yellow at the top of
headless palm on Panjan point.
Schooner hauled her wind the instant
that bit O. bunting went aloft.
''Private signal, ell? And quarantine
colors too! Devilish odd! Dom concern
us, thought and Proddy, the pot bel
lied, lit another Manila.
Over the domestic establishment of
Simon Proddy, Esq, presided a lady
who rejoiced in a stearine complexion,
velvety eye and hair for length and
blackness like unto horses tail, but
who, despite French habiliments and an
English education, was China woman
pure and simple.
GA wonderful woman, STRIP would
Prodigy say. ''Worth any half dozen
white women I ever knew And the
best of it is that her sisters and her
cousins and her aunts are God knows
wherel Couldn't quite stand them, you
knowp'
P17f oil 1I-1lO fn p1-OE his
brevet wife possessed father-a sophis-
ticated old sinner, who dabbled with
dubious irons in mysterious fires and
carried about as much rascality to the
square inch as any in Singapore. And
little thought Prodigy, when he one day
ordered off his premises a doddering,
old, specialized Chow, that into that
astute brain of Mrs. Proddy's respected
parent there had that very moment been
born scheme for the conversion into
valuable security Of his, Proddy's, sub
stantial person.
Well, up the old Singapore strait the
mysterious schooner had let go her
anchor In here, between the back Of
the island and the mainland, the SOU
wester came but family, and the Ra-
phael Fl. Semmes, under lee of Tanjong
Belu, lay stirless and silent upon an ink
mirror. Her forestry showed no ''riding
light, " nor through the tarpaulin blind
ed skylight could come any glimmer
from below, where lounged frock coat
ed and pot hated little man of slender
build and mild, reflective eye. There
wasn't much to indicate the most reck-
less desperate the archipelago had ever
4 =. A L.
bama during her visit to the strait in
1865. Crocky Dixon had since sailed slap
through many a law of many nation,
and, though report perhaps exaggerat-
ed in asserting that he ought long ago
to have adorned a yardarm, it was cor
tain that he hadn't acquired his pleas
ing appellation for nothing. But now
the Crocodile, with a black trichinopoly
in it's jaws and bottle of Madeira at
it's elbow, appeared "a gentle beast
enough and Of an excellent conscience, -
a fact which, to those who knew the
reptile best, BODIED very i'll for some
body
cat here master, now come. Very
great thing to want to settle at now
quick. -
Away among the jungle, toward the
back Of the island, Proddy had gam
bier plantation, the overseer whereof
was Whang Lo and Whang Los Eng
lish, as above presented, Proddy under
stood we'll enough But what he didn't
understandings he told the lemon tint
ed Mrs. Proddy-was what the devil it
could be that required his presence in
such hurry! If it was another cody
nabbed by tiger, he'd wake the au-
thorities up to some purpOsel The brutes
were breeding on the island like rab-
bits and the reward WASH 6 quarter big
enough!
About an hour after Prodigy, growl
ing thus, had departed into the dark
ness, Mrs. Proddy, idly turning over
Whang Los screed, discovered on tho
back thereof three 85ny Chinese charac-
ters, of which-so far had English dis
placed her hereditary language-she un-
derstood but one. That one, however.
was enough-it signified danger"
and in three minutes Mrs. Prodigy was
on her way to the nearest police tannah.
''Do not. comeP' translated the old
Javani -"Dangerl-thec roco-
dilel The tine word, this, on backr' he
added profnptly. bad men make he
write the otier-this when nobody look,
he put, SO Missa Prodigy no comet And
then, with Mrs. -Proddy, the acute old
man sent off peon to the central Office
Here she had a short interview with the
superintendent, who, in turn, had, 90
minutes later, short interview with
the lieutenant commanding her males
tvs gunboat Ticker.
sob, that rufian Dixoni'' Lieutenant
Dawson said. why, we're getting
steam up now to go around and see what