Connecticut western news., 1895-05-02
her by the More Light. Nurkeed was going out with her to the Caliout coast.


 going out with her to the Calicut coast.
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 "Want to find a friend, my trap mouthed coal scuttle?" said gentle man in the mercantile service. Moth 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 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 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 for distributing tracts to mariners. What the faith was Pambe did not in the least care, but he knew if he said, Native Kills an, sar, to men with long black coats he might get a 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 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 benighted heathen again, till one day he was reused from semistupor by voice in the street by the dockhead. My friend-he, whis- pered Pambe. "Call now-call Nurkeed. Quick God has sent himP' 'He want cd one of his own race, said the kind gentleman, and going out he called "Nurkeedp at the top of his voice, and an excessively colored man in a rasping white shirt and brand new slops, 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 Yesp said he when the situa- ton 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 olinch- ed fists on the sick, shouting: "Hya, Pambel Hyal Hee, ahi Hullal Hehl Takiloi Takilol Make fast aft, Rambei You know Pambe You know me. Dek ho, jee! Lookl Dam big fat lazy las carp"
 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 beautiful" said the kind gentleman. Flow these orien- tals love like childrenl''
 "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 thick, sick cough, and the body of the African slid slowly from the bed, his clutching hands letting fall a shower of silver pieces, which ran across the room.
 "Now can dier' 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 convalescent to be hanged in due and proper form.
 Pambe did not care particularly, but it was a sad blow to the kind Christian gentleman. James Gazette.