The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1899-10-05
'Mapleburdock, Glouces

WIN broken ninu leg. lie declares
there is foul play somewhere. / think
Ragged Robin must have kicked him.
The school feast is TO be this afternoon,
and ! have been all morning jam
ming bread for il. Don't you think
you would loarhe a school feastY
do and curates are so ridiculous. When
Is nay boy going to write me one of MS
old letters, telling me all about him
self? You wrote incest of all when
you wrote every day. sir. My cold
doesn't go AWAY. / suppose the damp
weather KEEPS it ON. Take care Of
your health God bless you. Your low
ing
Lauder Walpole pushed the sheet
from him. III irritated him The words
seemed empty. the life they told of
frivolous. His mind turned from them
to his chief the collector, who lay ill,per-
haps dying. Of dysentery. az that mo-
ment he had been at work the evening
-hefa4A77 r-v-rfruTJy, D1 buried IN
the morning TO come. IL this We're told
20 Eileen. rather sterny, it might give
her some real thing to hhink OF, instead
the righteousness of curates and the
"jamming' Of school feast bread.
| Walpole detested slang of any kinds
| pecially, fashionable slang. He fell
| considering an article on the degrada-
| tion of language to be sent 20 the
| Times of India. He dozed a little.
woke up with an effort. and forced
himself to continue his task. 81 nope
your SchOol-feast was a success, but
| am afraid il would be bad for that
cold OF yours to run about on the grass
or whatever YOU did-=in "A wet spring;
sounds cool thought" The poverty OF
his phrase struck him again. He wiped
his face. threw off his flannel Jacket.
and sitting unkempt in a mere pair OF
| Ion Ifu.tt . 4
liz "a pipe. Steps drew near. and
broad, strong, man. with a red beard
came into the room, saying:
What We're YOU i'm such a hurry
about this afternoon? | thought you
We're good for a hand at picquet?'
The English mail forbds.'
Blow the English mall Who 10 it
your mother?'
NO Miss Rlpton."
"Oh, ay. I'll wait bit. AND well go
TO dlL.ler together"
| Alexander Duuud, residential medi-
cal officer at Buniaporc. took a cheroot
from box on the side of. the table
and sat down TO consume it.
Glad to see You still smoke dry, Wal
pole he remarked
Its the hardest work | ever did in
my life. was the answer. Il don't be-
lieve any man on earth ever had such
a thirst on him before. such craving
for actual huidl
I'm my experience IL is best to have
no cravings in India" said Duquid.
We'll II isn't spirit I want upon my
word. though that does give me the
only peace one knows I'm this unspeak-
able land-anv sort Of fluid does me.
But | find it best to deny myself all
along the line. When one begins To
I drink one goes on all day long: beer,
| champagne, tea whiskey or soda, ev-
cry kind of Hduid whatever one
comes near. whatever anyone offers
| that doesn't do. at least for me. |
don't want TO be on your hands again,
Duouid."
81 dare saw YOU think hell Will be
thirsty place."
Il am sure of It: hot and thirsty
| ike ths-With a general sensation of
| dying slowly, like a rat in an oven.
| closed. dark oVen--like this"
| get ON with your letter. WalpOle."
! Walpole went on
| "Duqnid tyou know who mean)
has Just come In on his way to mess.
| | am wondering whether To go with
! him or 20 eat grilled bones here.
| might feel fresher and more like writ
| inc one Of the old letters II / had rub
| bed up nv wits with the other fellows
| Though it's lttle we do but moan this
| time of year: but if anything should
prevent me from adding To this YOU
Siidt h"N' - i'dIlN k'Ou long Scltel
next week. Good-by darling
"PACHA."
He sighed In relief. folded and envel-
opcd the sheet hcsitated moment
whether 90 close H. then. IN tribute %
his conscience left b upan
Il dOnt feel like seeing anyone to-
night n said. "TVc perspired too
much for one day There's nothing left
OF me that isn't dust and ashes. Share
my dry bones OF dinner there's a good
fellow The muun should be fun to-
night N So. pleas her Inconsistency: la
ter. if YOU like it might be even ro-
mantle in The saddle"
The darkness gathered rapidly. He
called Tor "a liGht. then sat on silently.
am empty pipe in his mouth. his hands
hanging listlcsslv at his sides.
After a considerable while the sur
gcuU spoke abruptly:
You're getting thoroughly hverish.'
I'm thoroughly wretchcd answer
cd Walpuie. with ~ drcnry ,augh.
Same thing. How long S. il since
! YOU Nere homer
| Two NeaiF"
How long since YOU came oute'
| "F1ve years. ! IS onder how many
years 20 purgat1ry summer as over
worked sgbord.nate ln this sort of place
| WIS ofT2'
You'll feel better when YOU az.
made JOINT and tho next oflclal shpr-
! he may land you in better climate