The Washington herald., 1906-11-25

! full eyes like those of the educated seal
in the circus-the one that plays the TAM
BOURNE.
Hes coming back-the poor creature
will live" said Willie, trembling with
delight and patting the sunken cheeks.
You're a-do:ng fne,'' assented the ad-
miring Bill. but don't give him no hash
right away. His pipes is too rusty
such chumps," said the tourist.
squeezing more milk and water into the
caked threat What could they have
been doing in that beastly dug-out in
mid-ocean.
Bowed if 7 know. I amt no mind
reader"
And its all of 600 miles to Samboa. you
said"
Easy that much, said Bill. Wait TIL
you gets his tongue thawed out. know
the lingo. and VIII ask him his bust
ness"
Get the story il you have 10 give him
the third degree. There may be a TO
mantle mystery in this affair"
50 industriously did Mr.. Bloke admin
Islander was able to sit uD and take no
tice. He was the remnant Of a once lns
mana leader among his kind. The
poise Of his head showed that His attire
was simple to the verge Of severity. From
the waist to the knees he wore pair Of
ultra-marine blue knickerbockers tattooed
into the skin. The ut was perfect, save
for the temporary wrinkles due to star
walton. About the l0ins was wrapped a
tattered bit Of bark cloth. Otherwise the
Samboan chief was flying light.
An important side asset that escaped
1Ir- Bloke and which puzzled Bill was an
immense ball Of fine cinnet-slender
brown twine made of cocoanut fber-at-
IaChed 10 the gfrdle Of the invalid. When
consciousness first returned the chief
reached out a skinny arm and hooked the
ball to his ribs.
Seems ike ne IS proper stuck on that
there string" said the mate, halting to
note progress.
Perhaps they intended to fly a kite, "
Willie suggested by way Of feeler
Bill sat down beside the native and
spoke a few words in the Island tongue.
The chief raised himself to an elbow.
gazed across the sea and then fell to
weeping and wailing and beating his
chest
Death chanty" said the mate.
rs he going TO die. after ALP the tour
ist asked. a sinking at his heart.
Not this trip. He is amounting for
his dead mates IN the canoe"
Under a rapid FIRE Of questions from
Bill the Islander began TO talk faster and
faster as his strength returned. Though
he understood not a word, Mr.. BIoke
sat fascinated. The Samboans are born
orators, would rather talk than work:
and this pickup in mid-ocean was a na-
tive-talking man direct from the rostrum.
As the narrative flowed from those in
spired lips. Mr.. BaTnacle looked stunned
at first, then increduIous, not to say
stung. BilTs eyes bulged as he glanced
first at the ball OF twine and back at the
custodian Of the same. At length an ex-
preston Of overwhelming disgust settled
upon his face
BLOW me. If this here duck isn't reg
uiaT chairman" he said, as the native
orator slid back exhausted.
Chairman Of what?' the bewildered
Bloke demanded.
Why, chairman Of the building com
mittee, I take it. Five Of 'em sets off in
the canoe two weeks ago, and this cuss
is the only one wot survives" And BIZ
cast a tired look AT the bufa3oed chair
man. who had fallen asleep.
AS l followed him." the mate con-
tinued, the whole blooming business is
like this: Somewhere in America they
had fair wot brung people from al
over the world. For side shows they had