Barre evening telegram. (Barre, Vt.) 1898-19??, 1900-08-30
: But Il was PamphIstt who sat up o.
night. and who lowered round the

sick bed by day, taxing MS resi- y.
snatches when he could. 1t was u
Pamphlet that the sick boy turne'
for amusement and for solace, II 81
far the native had not failed him.
One afternoon he heard strang'
footsteps ascending the stairs, and NJ
rose softly and went to the door.
stout, red-faced man was painting to
breath on the landing.
"My name is Sumpter, surgeon Il
the hospital for tropical diseases. DR.
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'm join you in the room below
said Sumpter, with a tightening of the
lips, "when"-and he emphasized the
~word--"I have finished my eNamina-
ton"
st appears from the history that the
lads symptoms began three weeks ago,
and he seems to think that some curry
he ate was the origin of his troubles.
lie says that it didn't agree with him.
and l can quite believe that" (But
never a word spoke Pamphlett.) ~
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 found out that
you aud he tossed for it, and c%uriously
enough, you lost, Mr.. Pamphlet. Now,
the only point on which am in the
dark is: Did you give him powdered
glass, 1inely-cut up, camel's hair or
bamboo chips, eh?"
The voice was so cold and yet so mer-
CHESS in its d%irectness that sullenly
enough the native surrendered.
"Camel's hair!" he said, between his
teeth.
".Anl so you've taken up with IN Eng
fish lad who in the goodness of his
heart, makes u friend of you, which not
one in a thousand would, and you poi
son him? You live together, work to-
gether, and you poison him. | know
your race thoroughly. Few do, l admit,
but l 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
th%oughtfully, 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 he
braced himself for the fray.
"Now, Mr.. Pamphlet, the ease up
stairs is exceedingly interesting to an
old Anglo-lndian surgeon. The boy is
suffering from what we used to cali
'zenana cholera"
The native insensibly dropped into
the attitude of appeal all natives as
sumo when before the European. His
head was bent, and he stood with bis
hands crossed on his breast.
70, my father and my %mother!" he
began. in Hindoostanee, dropping at
once the European metaphor and as
suming the picturesque native idiom.
t words of wisdom have indeed fall
from thy lips. 1t is given to the pro-
tector of the poor to know the inmost
thoughts of his servant, and foolish
would thy slave be to hide anything.
"Thy servant had a father who was
far above all other parents in his kind
ness and in his care for his children.
Ten years ago he was nearly killed by
wicked men who cut his head with
swords and broke his arm most %eyilly.
'Nhen in time he recovered he left us
With his blessing and went to a holy
shrine to return thanks for his %recoy-
'ry.
ION the way Azrael touched him. and.
aging himself down in the long grass
1t the roadside, he went to his gods in
Hence. After seven years the accursed
'erlhghl, now lying upstairs, passed b,
ND found the poor remains of the holy
Did he pass by in reverence No. O
'owerfnl one. He picked up the bones
u my father and made them a byword
I; scoff. lie was of u different faith
rom our people; but he did not even re.
pect our feelings.
Your high honor would have slain
intidel on the spot; not so your
ervant. I1e administered the poison fol
atlsfy the spirit, wandering now a
'omeless phantom until the sacred
ties are fulfilled. 1t is finished"
Sumpter had said nothing, but the So.
Gritty had gone from his face rs he
to the passionate words.
Col" he said, after a pause: .take /
our relics--take your books and ~your
and go to holy Gauges. Burn
mere the unburied bones, and then re.
urn to your village. Do not attemnt fol
back, for the arm of the law is
and strikes certainly, if it be slow, I
10! /
lie will ecoyer. OF that I am sure
Use L had not let you depart. Go!
back what l said; you had cause.
on were your fathers son. Col"
Pamphlet salaamed, as to his holiest -
arine' n then silently left the room
nile the old doctor stood by the fire
ondering.-London Answers.
Corks STEPPED in VascIine.
COrkS that have heen Son. :.