Capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1893-1895, 1895-10-24

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,uasu oo waited, too, but his Bomba,
wiie grew clamorous, and he was forceS
~ sign IN the Spicheren TO HonekonO
'i Devuuse ne realized that all play and no
WORK gives Jack ragged shirt I'm IN,
soegJ China seas he thought a groa,
ueal oil Nuikeed, and when Elsoss.Io
shrlnngen steamers lay In port with tho
spcheren inquired after him and fopn,
no nad gone to England via the can.
Vh .he Sravelotto. Pambe went TO Eng.
land on the Worth. The Spicheren met
her by the More Light Nurkeed was
going out with her to the Calicut coast
Want to find q friend, my tran
mouthed coal scuttle?" said a oentle-
man In the mercantile service. "Noth.
ing easier Wait at the Nyanza docks
I'll he comes. Every one comes TO the
Nyanza docks. Wait you poor heath.
en- y The gentleman spoke the truth
There are three great doors in the world
whereat If you stand long enough, Won
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 the 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 dav 10
day, week to week, month to month,
by the Blue Diamond tunnels, the Red
Dot smokestacks, the Yellow Streaks
and the namoless dingy gypsies Of the
sea that loaded and unloaded. jostled,
whistled and roared in the everlasting
fog. When money failed, kind gentle.
man told Pambo to become q Christian,
and Pambe became one with great speed,
getting his religious teachings between
ship and ships arrival and or z shil
lings week for distributing tracts to
mariners. What the faith was Pambe
did not in the least care, but he knew
II he said, Native Kills Ian, sar,
to men with long black coats he might
get few ooppers, and the tracts were
vendiblo at a little public house that
sold shag by the "dottel," which is
even smaller weight than the "half
screw" which is less than the half
ounce and 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 benighted heathen
again, till one day he was reused from
semistupor by voice In the street by
the dockhead my friend--he, T." whis-
pered Pambe. "Call now-call Nurleed.
Quick God has sent himl" "He want
cd one of his own race" said the kind
gentleman, and going out he called
"Nurkeedl" at the top Of his voice,
and an excessively colored man in q
rasping white shirt and brand new slops.
q shining hat and breastpin turned
round Many voyages had taught Nur-
keed how to spend his money and made
him a citizen Of the world.
"Hil Yesl" 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. Ono 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 olinoh-
cd fists ON the sick, shouting; "Hya,
Pambel Hyal Hee. ahi Hullal He'll
Takilol Takilol Make fast aft, Pambel
You know Pambe. You know me. Dek
no, jeel Looki Dam big fat lazy las.
cart"
Pambe beckonOd 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 beautifulT" said
the kind gentleman. How these orien-
tails 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 u thick, sick cough, and
the body Of the African slid slowly from
the bed, his clutohing hands letting fall
a shower of silver pieces, which ran
across the room.
"Now can diet" said Pambe.
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 oonvalescent to be hanged In due and
proper form.
Pambe did not care particularly, but
IL was sad blow to the kind Christian
st. James Gazette.