The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1896-06-02
MISS YOUGHAL'S SAIS

| Our lives hold quite as much romanc'
as is good for us. Sometimes more.
Strickland was in. the police, ant
people did not understand him, so they
said he was doubtful sort Of MAJ
and passed by on the other side. Strick
land had himself to thank for this HI
held tho extraordinary theory that {
policeman in India should try to know
as much about the natives as the ma
tives themselves. Now, in the whole o.
upper India there is only one man who
can pass for Hindoo or Mohammedan
chamar or falzir, as he pleases. He ii
feared and respected by the natives from
the Ghor Kathri to the Jamma Musjid
and he is supposed to have the gift o.
invisibility and executive control ovel
many devils But what good has thi'
done him with the government? None
in the world. He has never got SINH
for his charge, and his name is almos
unknown to Englishmen.
Strickland was foolish enough to take
that man for his model, and, following
out his absurd theory, dabbled in unsa
worry. places no respectable man would
think of exploring-all among the ma
tive riffraff. He educated himself IL
this peculiar way for seven years, ant
people could not appreciate it,
His browning achievement was spend
ing IL days as falir in the gardens
of Bahia Atal at Amritsar, and there
picking up the threads of the great Ma
siban murder case. But people said
Justly enough, ''Why on earth CAM
Strickland sit in his office and write VI
his diary and recruit and keep quiet
instead of showing up the incapacity Of
his seniors?"
So the Nasiban murder case did hin
no good departmentally, but, after hi
first feeling of wrath, he returned to his
outlandish custom Of prying into native
life By the way, when man once &C
quires a taste for this particular amuse
ment, it abides with him all his days
1t is the most fascinating thing in the
world, love not excepted. Where Other
men took ten days to the hills, Strick
land took leave for what he called shi
lzar, put on the disguise that appealed
to him at the time, stepped down int
the brown crowd and was swallowed
up for awhile. He was a quiet, darl
young fellow-spare, black eyed-and
when he was not thinking Of something
else, a very interesting companion.
Strickland, on native progress as he had
seen it, was worth hearing. Natives
hated Strickland, but they were afraid
of him. He knew too much.
When the Youghals came into the
station, Strickland-very gravely, as he
did everything-fell in love with Miss
Youghal, and she, after awhile, fell IN
love with him because she could not
,,sfr,rstand him Then Strickland ted
the parents, but Mrs Youghal said she
was not. going to throw her daughter
into the worst paid department in the
empire, and old Youghal said, in SC
many words that he mistrusted Strick-
lands ways and works and would
+ thank him not to speak or write to his
d ter any more.
sven, aI,ell, said Strickland, for he
did not wiph to make his lady loves
life a burden fter one long talk with
Miss Youghal q dropped the business
entirely.
The Youghals vent up to Simla il
April.
In July Strickland secured three
months leave on urgent private af-
fairs. " He locked up his house-thougE
not native in the province would wit
tingly have touched Estreekin Sahib's
gear for the woodland went down tC
see friend of his, an old dyer, at Tar1
Taran.
Here all trace of him was lost, unit
sails met me on the Simla mall witt
this extraordinary note:
DEAR OLD MAN-Please give bearer box o
cheroots-supers, No. l, for preference. They
are freshest at the club. I'll repay when
reappear, but at present I am out of society
| Yours, E. STRICKLAND.
I ordered two boxes and handed then
over to the sails with my love. That sail
was Strickland, and he was in ole
Youghal's employ, attached to Miss
Youghal's Arab. The poor fellow wai
suffering for an English smoke ani
knew that whatever happened should
hold my tongue till the business was
over.
Later on, Mrs. Youghal, who wal
wrapped up in her servants, began talk
ing at houses where she called of hel
paragon among saises-the man who
was never too busy to get up in the
morning and pick flowers for the break
fast table and who Enthusiastically
blacked-the hoofs of his horse like q
London coachman! The turnout of Miss
Youghal's Arab was wonder and de-
light. Strickland-Dulloo, l mean
found his reward in the pretty things
that Miss Youghal said to him when
she went out riding. Her parents were
pleased to find she had forgotten all her
foolishness for young Strickland and
said she was good girl
Strickland VOWS that the two months
of his service were the most rigid men,
tai discipline he has ever gone through.
Quite apart from the little fact that the
wife of one of his fellow saises fell in
love with him and then. tried to poison
him with arsenic because he would have
nothing to do with her, he had to
school himself into keeping quiet when
Miss Youghal went out riding with
some man who tried to flirt with her,
and he was forced to trot behind carry
ing the blanket and hearing every word
Also he had to keep his temper when he
was slanged i'll Kenmore" porch by a
policeman-especially once when he
was abused by Naik he had himself
recruited from User Jang village, or,
worse still, when young subaltern
called him pig for not making way
quickly enough
Thus he served faithfully as Jacob
served for Rachel, and his leave was
nearly at an end when the explosion
came. He had really done his best to
keep his temper in the hearing of the
f1irtations l have mentioned, but he
broke down at last. An old and very
distinguished general took Miss Youghal
for ride and began that specially of
fensive you're only little girl'' sort
of Irritation most difficult for woman
to turn aside deity and most madden
ing to listen to. Miss Youghal was
shaking with fear at the things he said
in the hearing of her sails. Dulloo-
Strickland-stood it as long as he could.
Then he caught hold of the generals
bride, and, in most fluent English, in
vited him to step off and be heaved over
the cliff. Next minute Miss Youghal
began crying, and Strickland saw that
he had hopelessly given himself away
and everything was over.
The general nearly had fit, while
Miss Youghal was sobbing out the story
of the disguise and the engagement that
wasn't recognized by the parents.
Strickland was furiously angry with
himself and more angry with the gen
eral for forcing his hand. so he said
nothing, but held the horses head and
prepared to thrash the general as some
sort of satisfaction, but when the gen.
al.a1 had tbfrtu<rl 1v crf.aSTp6 fhp story