The Saint Paul globe., 1904-06-19

Solomon's sails he delivered with q rapid
ity that made the secretary's head swim
They were not all according to the code
and would probably not stand if sent UP to
the pr1vy council. At any rate, they would
, give Sir Lemuel much patient undoing
when he came into his own again. The
secretary unlocked the official seal and
worked it, while the captain limited his
signature to az Jones'"
That's not forgery" he mused; cit
means Larry JONES'"
"The chiefs hand is pretty shaky this
morning, thought the secretary; for the
signature was not much like the careful,
clerkly hand that he was accustomed to
see.
Sir LemuePs wine had been a standing
reproach to Government house. A dinner
there either turned man into teetotaler
or dyspeptic;- and at tif1n, when the
captain broached a bottle of it, he set his
glass down with roar. He's brought me
the vinegar he exclaimed, "or the coal
oil. Is there no better wine in the house
than this?" he asked the butler; and when
told there wasn't he insisted upon the sec
retary writing out an order at once for
fifty dozen Pommery. "Have it back in
time for dinner, surei. I'll leave some for
Lem, too; this stuff isn't good for his
blood,' he said to- himself grimly.
I'm glad this race meet is on while I'm
king" he thought, as he drove down
after tiffin, taking his secretary with
him. "They say the Prince Of Wales al
ways gets the straight tip, and I'll be
sure to be put on to something good.
And he was. Capt Lushton told him
that his mare Nettie was sure to win the
Rangoon plate, forgetting to mention that
he himself had backed Tomboy for the
same race.
Must have wrenched leg" Lushton
assured Larry when Nettie came in alb
solutely last but as the secretary wrote
"I o. U's'' for all the bets he made,
and as Sir Lemuel would be into his own
again before settling day, and would have
to pay up, it did not really matter to the
captain.
The regiment was so pleased with Sir
LemuePs contributions that the best they
had in their marquee was none too good
for him. The ladies found him an eqaully
ready mark. Mrs. Leyburn was pretty
and had fish to fry. II must do a little
missionary work while the Tronclad's
away" she thought Her mission was
to install her husband in the position Of
port officer. That came out lateT-came
out at the ball that night. The captain
assured her that he would attend.
There is always a sort of Donnybrook
Derby at the end of a race day in RAN
goon. Ponies are gently sequestered from
their more or less willing owners, and
handed over, minus their saddles, to sail
ors, who pilot them erratically around the
course for a contributed prize. When
the captain saw the hat going around for
the prize money he ordered the secretary
to write out a Chit for 200 rupees. "Give
them something worth while; poor chaps"
he said.
"And to think that the Ironclad has
kept this bottled up so long," muttered
LuShton.
II always said you had a good heart"
Mrs Leyburn whispered to the captain.
''If people would only let you show it,
she added maliciously; meaning, of
course, Lady Jones.
The chief commissioner was easily the
most popular man in Burmah that night.
1t was with difficulty the bluejackets
could be kept from carrying him home on
their shoulders. Il hope Lem Is looking
after the cargo all right" murmrred the
captain, as he drove home to dinner al
seem to be getting along nicely. Lucky
the old cats away
The captain danced the opening quad
rille at the ball with the wife of the
financial commissioner, and bar little
enthusiastic rolling engendered of his sea
life and a couple OF torn trails as they
swept a little too close, he managed it
pretty well. The secretary had piloted
him that far. Then Mrs. Leyburn swoop-
ed down upon him.
There is an adornment indigenous to
every ballroom in the East, known as the
kala jagah; it may be a conservatory or
bay window. A quiet seat among the
crotons, with the drowzy drone Of the