Griggs courier. (Cooperstown, Griggs Co., Dak. [N.D.]) 1885-1902, 1900-06-14

! hadn I done 1t, crleQ the roy, OlHIy
that his story had fallen wo-
fully fiat. Tell you what, you won't
use the poor old chap at all. Ugh!
You've given me the creeps, Pam
phlett! l think III turn in now"
A month later Noel Sheriff was toss
ing restlesslv on bed of sickness. His
pinched face and blue lips told elo
quently enough of the severity OF his
symptoms, and his nurse and his doc
tor shook their heads despondingly
over his case.
But it was Pamphlet who sat up at
night, and who lowered round the
sick bed by day, taking his rest by
snatches when he could. 1t was tc
Pamphlet that the sick boy turned
for amusement and for solace. and sc
far the native had not failed him.
One afternoon he heard strange
footsteps ascending the stairs, and he
rose softly and went to the door. A
stout, rcd-faced man was painting for
breath on the landing.
"My name is Sumpter, surgeon TIC
Jones asked me to see young Sheriff., |
as he was not at all sure of the cause
of the illness which is killing the lad
The black eyes and the gray eyes
met in ardent conflict, and the black
gave down before the gray.
I'll join you in the room below,
said Sumpter, with a tightening of the
lips, "when'-and he emphasized the
word-"I have finished my eXamina-
ton"
cit appears from the history that the
lads symptoms began three weeks ago,
and he seems to think that some curry
lie ate was the origin of his troubles.
lie says that it didn't agree with him,
and l can quite believe that" Out
never a word spoke Pamphlett.) IA
curious thing found out, and that was,
by an error on the cooks part, only
enough curry for one was sent up. BY
a little questioning l found out that
you and he tossed for it, and curiously
enough, you lost, Mr.. Pamphlet. Now,
the only point on which l am in the
dark is: Did you give him powdered
glass, fnelycut up, camel's hair or
bamboo chips, eh?"
The voice was so cold and vet so 1ner-
CHESS in it's directness that sullenly
enough the native surrendered.
"Camel's hair" he said, between his
teeth.
"And SO you've taken up with an Eng
fish lad who in the goodness OF his
heart, makes friend of you, which not
one in a thousand would, and you poi
son him? You live together, work tc-
gether, and you poison him. l know
your race thoroughly. Few do, ADMIT,
but do; and, by my fathers soul, there
isn't another cur like you from one end
of India to the other!"
Thoughtfully Pamphlet stood aside
to let his master-for such he felt him
already to be-pass in; and still more
thoughtfully. he went to the appointed
place, and waited for long minutes with
what patience he could muster. Pres
emily the heavy tread warned him that
the moment for battle had come, and hi
braced himself for the fray.
. Now, Mr.. Pamphlet, the case up
stairs is exceedingly interesting to al
old Anglo-lndian surgeon. The boy il
, suffering from what we used to cal
'zenana cholera"
, The native insensibly dropped int
the attitude of appeal ali natives as
! sumo when before the European. Hi
head was bent, and he stood with hi
: hands crossed on his breast.
S 20, my father and my lnother!" h
e began, in Hindoostanee, dropping a
e once the European metaphor and as
:, Stunning the picturesque native idioD
h 1.-The words of wisdom have indeed fall
ell from thy lips. 1t is given to the pre-
j. tector of the poor to know the limos
r thoughts of his servant. and FOOLS
would thy Save be to hide anything.
Y Thy servant had a father who wa
far above all other parents IN his kline
y ness and in his care for his childrei
Q Ten years ago he was nearly killed b
o wicked men who cut his head Wit
- swords and broke his arm most evil,
When in time he recovered he left L
II with his blessing and went to hol
!, shrine to return thanks for his reco
y, cry.
II ION the way Azrael touched him. AM
T. laying himself down in the long gra:
w at the roadside, he went to his gods
silence. After seven years the accurse
a Feringhi. now lying upstairs, passed |
"A and found the poor remains Of the no
:, pilgrim.
=. did he pass by in reverence? No.
~ powerful one. He picked up the bon
:. of my father and made them Il bywo!
- and scott. He was of different fai
from our people; but he did not even +
81 spect our feelings.
~ "Your high honor wouln have sla
- the intidel on the spot: not so yo
- servant. He administered the poison
:, satisfy the spirit, wandering now
~: homeless phantom until the sacr
- rites are fulfilled. 1t is finished"
Sumpter had said nothing. but the
'e' verify had gone from his face as
listened to the passionate words.
"Go!" he said after a pause; sta