The Washington herald., 1906-11-25

real villages, and one OF 'em was bunch
Of Samboans living in little grass dog
houses Ike they has at home. Well,
these here natives seen one building at
The fair wot covered forty acres of soli6
ground Leastwise. that's wot the chair
man tells me. Seeing that big building
proper excites them natives, so they runs
bail OF string around II and makes four
blue knots, one for each blooming
corner"
Here Mr.. Barnacle slowed up TO spit,
and Mr.. Bloke cast at the ball Of string
glance repiete with dawning intelH-
geHce.
so when the Samboans goes back TO
the island they boards the ball Of string
constant and takes II with 'em. Some OF
the old folks at home might be from Mis-
soury. 1 fgger Anyhow. the ones wot
had been to the fair blowed a lot about
the forty-acre building, and, to prove
the size Of il. they sets I'D four corner
pegs and runs the string around em.
Then the trouble begins proper. severe
and ardent The lines Of this here jumbo
building, as laid off in Samboa, takes In
the whole blooming village, one side of q
mountain and ten acres Of ocean when
the tide is out"
And the stay-at-home natives wouldn't
stand for anything Ike that?" asked
Willie.
Not for a minute. They said the ducks
% - e.f
'em plenty and proper. No such build
ing ever stood except in the 'maginations
Of liars. So the natives splits into two
parties, gets out their toad-stabbers and
civil war is about TO bust loose. The re-
lations Of the fair party believes about
the building; the others don't, and so
they has it.
To keep peace on the island this here
chairman. being first cousin to most Of
the fair party. gets up a committee and
says he'll measure the building hisseIf
and stop the fuss without no bloodshed.
He loads them four Holsters into the
canoe, with a bunch Of bananers and
that ball Of string. and they paddles off
for Frisco, 1900 miles away. That's
about all there is to 81"
AT the conclusion Of this remarkable
narrative. translated from the samboan
by the able Mr.. Barnacle, the tourist
peered at the slumbering chairman in the
tatooed tights and his eyes grew misty.
Poor, simple creature with the noble
mind! He must think a lot OF his rela-
tions Why, he risked his life on ques-
tion OF mere veraclty, and I know hun
dreds of up-in-G white folks who live on
their regulations as liars. Did he really
tell you all that?"
DO you think I'm a-lying?" Bill
snarled. There's the ball OF cinnet. and
7 can see a couple OF them blue knots in
the wrap. Didn't We pick him up 60
miles from home. and didn't he spin me
the yarn straight? II you don't believe
me. ask him yourself"
-Of course I believe it, every word" Mr..
BIoke FASTENED 20 assure the insulted sea
man. You couldn't invent anything SO
wonderful and weird on such short notice
No, indeed Why, it sounds like pipe
4 masterpiece Of 1ctionr'
''Wotever Il sounds Ike. I amt no
liar," grumbled Bill Wait TIL we fetch
the island and you meet some Of them
people. Then you'll think better Of me-
Becos I speak more than one languidge
ii don't foller that I'm a liar"
The tourist begged the linguists pardon
With the help of BIZ, he rigged couch
OF old canvas under the inverted long
boat on the main deck for the chairman
OF the building committee. He smelled
so strongly Of rancid cocoanut oil-the
Florida water Of Samboa-that the ma
turaI odors of the cabin would have stood
no show whatever. Besides, the captain
said he had no use for niggers. but he
consented to carry this one back home.