The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1899-08-01
The ARAlESIOE uEUlENAAlGOuGHIL
By RUDYARD K1PL1Na.

"I've forgotten the countersign," sea %
.Ohi You ave, ave your" sez
"But I'm the colonel seq g.
"Oh! You are, are your" ser l. "Colonel
nor colonel, you waits ere till l. m relieved
an the sarjint reports on your ugly old mug.
Choopi" SEE l.
-An s'alp me soul twas the colonel, after
oil! But was recruity then."-The Unedit
ed Autobiography of Private Ortheris- u
If there was one thing on which Go
lightly prided himself more than an.
ether. 1t was looking like Fan officer
and gentleman. I" He said it was for
the honor of the service that he attired
himself so deliberately, but those who
knew him best said that it was just
personal vanity. There was no harm
about Golightly--not an ounce. He
| recognized a horse when he saw one
and could do more than fill a cantle.
He played q very fair game at billiards
and was sound man at the whist ta-
BILE. Every one liked him. and nobody
ever dreamed of seeing him hgndcutfed
on station platform as q deserter
But this sad thing happened.
He was going down from Dalhousie,
at the end Of his leave--riding down,
He had cut his leave as fine as he dared
and wanted to come down in hurry.
1t was fairly warm at Daihousie.
and, knowing what to expect below. he
descended in new Khaki suit-tight
fitting Of a delicate olive green; pea
cock blue tie, white collar and snowy
white solah helmet He prided himself
on looking neat even when he was rid
| ing post. He did look neat. and he was
| so deeply concerned about his appear
ance before he started that he quite for
| got to take anything but some small
change with him. He left all his notes
at the hotel. His servants had gone
down the road before him, to be ready
In waiting at PatLankote with change
Of gaat. That was what he called trav-
cling in light marching order. He
was proud CT his faculty Of organiza-
tion-what we call bundobust.
Twenty-Five miles out of Dalhousie
1t began to rain-not mere hill show
er, but good, tepid monsoonish down
pour. Golightly hustled on. wishing
that he had brought an umbrella The
dust on the roads turned into mud, and
| the pony mired good deal SO did
Golightly's khaki CATERS But he kept
on steadily and tried to think how
pleasant the coolth was
His next pony was rather brute at
starting and, Golightly's hands being
slippery with the rain. contriyed to get
rid Of Golightly at corner. He chased
the animal. caught it and went ahead
briskly. The spill had not improved his
clothes or his temper. and he had lost
one spur He kept the other one EN-
4 ployed. By the time that stage was
ended the pony had had as much exer-
else as he wanted, and. in spite of the
rain. Golightly was sweating freely. AT
the end Of another miserable half hour
Golightly found the world disappear be-
fore his eyes in clanirny pulp, The rain
had turned the pith Of his huge and
snowy solahttopee into an evil smelling
| dough, and it had closed on his head
like half opened mushroom, also ne
green lining was beginning to run.
Golightly did not say anything worth
recording heres He tore off and squeezed
up as much of the briln as was in his
eyes and plowed on. The back of the
helmet was Tapping on his neck. and
the sides stuck to his ears, but the
leather band and green lining kept
things roughly together. SO that the bat
did not actually melt away where il
| tapped
| Presently the. pulp and the green
stuff made sort Of Shiny mildew. which
ran over Golightly in several directions
down his back and bosom for choice.
The khaki color ran. too--it was really
shockingly bad dye-and sections OF
Golightly were brown, and patches were
violet, and contours were ccher. and
streaks We're rudy red. and blotches
were nearly white, according to the
nature and peculiarities OF the dye
When he took out his handkerchief tic
wipe his face and the green OF the hal
lining and the purple stuff that had
soaked through on to his neck from the
| tie became thoroughly mixed. the effect
was amazing
Near Dhar the rain stopped. and the
evening sun came out and dried him uI
slightly. 1t fixed the colors too Three
miles from Pathankote the last pony
fell dead lame. and Golightly was
forced to walk. He pushed on into
-Pathankote to find his servants. He did
not know then that his khitmatgar had
stopped by the roadside to get drunh
and would come on the next day saying
that he had sprained his ankle When
| be got into Pathankote. be couldn I
find his servants. his boots were stiff
and ropy with mud. and there were
large quantities of dirt about his body
| The blue tie had run as much as the
| khaki So he took 1t off with the collar
and threw IT away Then he said some
thing about servants generally and tried
to get peg. he paid 8 annas for the
! drink. and this revealed to him that he
had only annas more In his pocket
or in the world as be stood at that hour
he went to the station master to ne.