The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1900-10-25
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III the hot weather was beginning,
to take charge of the souls of solne
coo human beings.
He made quaint figure as he stood
beside the river steamer, in the cruel,
binding heat, waiting for the Burman
coolies to take his baggage up the
sand bank to the transport cart. The
large white sun-helmet had a ludicrous
effect above the thin, freckled face
and the short body; the loosely fitting
duck suit seemed only to show up
more clearly the sloping shoulders and
narrow chest. Certainly not man
to impress one fayorably "a first sight;
and it did not take the station long to
agree that his social qualifications
were in keeping with his appearance.
He was the guest of the regiment on
the night of his arrival, and sat in the
place of honor on the coloneps right.
The colonel heaved an obvious sigh of
relief when we rose, and the guest
was handed over to be entertained by
us.
We tried for many nights to make
something of him, for we were regi-
ment with a reputation for giving
happy home to strangers within our
gates. and we felt for once that we
were turning out failure.
He was not a success in the pulpit,
either: his best friends--if he ever had
any-could not have called him bril-
liant preacher. The sermons he read
certainly must have been his own, they
were so intensely uninteresting.
Tommy Atkins may rot have strong
religious inciinations, but he is very
much a human being, and once he is
your friend there are infinite possibili
ties. On the strength of a polite but
forcible hint, the padre made a feeble
attempt to enter into barrack-room
life. The men bore it more or less pa
tiently for time, but soon began to
shun him like the plague, or sham
sleep when he caught them in the
bungalow.
The hot weather had been worse
than usual, and had been a sickly sea-
son; and in the middle of it cholera
had come to strain tense nerves to
breaking point. The men, ordinarily
so easy to deal with, were getting out
of hand. and acts of characterization
were cropping up daily, which neither
kindness nor punishment seemed able
to repress. 1t eventually eliminated
through the padre.
Private LoXton, of company c. had
been brought before the commanding
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conduct in church. The following
sunday. the padre. with culpable want
Of tact. leyeIed a portion of his ser
mon at the offender, who sat there sui
.en from his shment. Private
LoXtoD laughed out loud. There was
nothing for it but further punishment,
and Private LoNton went to the al
ready wcll-flled cells. On the day of
his release, the co,or sergeant went,
with troubled countenance, to his cap
-tain.
Beg y'r pardon. sir. l don't quite
Ike the looks of things in the company.
There's LoNton. and Smithers. and
Brown, and one or two more. always
whispering together, and shutting up
when | 90 near. | treat them as ten
ter,y as | can. sir. but it's no use; and
/ think there's mischief brewing"
Merrall thought for a minute.
IN tell you what color sergeant:
send LoXton round to my bungalow
with note this evening. and I'll have
quiet, friendly sort of chat with him,
and see what | can do. He used to be
decent enough chap, in his rough
way, until lately"
But Private LoXton had made his
own arrangements for that evening,
and had set off. with rife and ammu-
milton, to practice at the range. And
shortly afterward the padre started
for lonely evening stroll in the
jungle.
Eefore he had gone far he heard
the sound of some one running fast
behind him, and turned round. mildly
wondering how anyone could find en-
ergy enough to run. Private Dawkins
saluted, gasping and perspiring,
THE color sergeant saw you, sir and
sent me to say as Private LoXton ave
took is rifle for the range. but e 'asn't
gone TO the range, sir. 'E's gone some
where in that bit o Jungle, and e said
e was going 10 do for some o. the or
ticers. and ed do for you, too. I've got
to go for the adi'tant now"
Private Dawkins sa,uted again, and
was gone. Even in that ,we'terinq
heat a cod sweat broke out on the
padre. He walked off very quickly
after Private Dawkins; then he
stopped. hssiiated, turned and walked
back again very slowly to the spot he
started from; then he stopped again,
and thought.
TO most men comes. some time. THEN
opportunity. and he recognized that
his had come. Somewhere in the belt Of
jungle, which seemed so much nearer
now. man was waiting to 90 TO per-
Gjtion, body and soul; and not only
that, but he meant to hurry to iudg-
ment other souls, no better prepared,
perhaps, than his own. The padre
pulled himself together with a little
shiver, and, throwing back his narrow
shoulders, stepped out for the Jungle