Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-01-06

slowed away somewhere. and II you bolt
one Of those, you lib for die one-time. Here,
give me dose of quinineS'
The krooboy found a cigarette paper.
tapped it full of the feather white powder
and rolled 1t up. Carter put 1t on his
tongue and swilled 1t down with whisky
and water. Quick. now, get he some
blankets" he chartered. II shall burst If
I don't sweat directly"
White Man s-Trouble packed him with
phere of the messroom one wondered that
any skin could resist the invitation.
But presently the wraps were flung aside
and Carter sat aching and burning in his
dry, and feel in his head as though it
were moving in and out like a concertina.
That lasts the quinine,' he told HIM
self: and then, Il say. Trouble. youd bet
be otherwise occupied for the next thirty
hours. You'll be well advised If you went
away back to Smooth River. If the Okky
men come here and knock me on the head
l really don't care. And II they'll only
chop my unwholesome carcass and get in
digestion from it afterward, 1 feel 1 shall
get grim enjoyment from watching their
writings from my own comfortable Tor
maybe uncomfortable seat on the other
side"
You lib for, bad fever said White
Man Trouble thoughtfully.
Carter clutched at the Krooboy's brawny
Pater! Fancy seeing you out here in this
filthy hole Well. sir, 1t is real good Of
you to leave Wharfedale and come all this
way to look me up How's the mater?
All right, Ell? And did she do you in the
eye this year over the roses, or did you
manage to snip off the buds ahead of her?
You didn't happen to bring any beer with
you did you. sir. Nice cool draught of
Pateley ale. in your big silver tankard that
you won for stewing Hindoo babies alive
at the burning CHATS? We've got mug
gers here, too. Lord, what rot I'm
talking, and you aren't the pater at ALL
niger with a blue fryiny pan tattooed
across the bridge of your nose. White
Man's-Trouble. tell me solemnly and truly
Why do noses have bridges? Why, for In
stance. not ferries? Wake up, you image,
and give me a civil answer"
You lib for dam bad fever" said White
Man Trouble still more thoughtfully, AN
if you lib for die, Okky men catch me one
time. So I fit for make you well one
time. Oh. Carter, you hear, 1 plentymuch
fine DOCTOR
You a doctor! With peacock's feathers
growing out behind your ears instead of
whiskers!''
Il savvy nothing white mans drug
palaver. But 1 savvy plenty cure fever
Krooboy fashion,.
do you? Which of you? What rot I'm
talking. But upon my Sam, the pater's
gone, and there are three distinct White
Man's-Trouble standing there all in row.
III just talk to the middle one, and you
others shut up. Now, then, sir, you say
you savvy KrOoboy doctor-palaver?'
'Savvy plenty
Then, doc, / offer myself as a patient
Never mind sending in to Grasington for
your amputating tools Remember you
are DaleS doctor, and as you've pointed
out with offensive cheerfulness many times
you saw me into this hot and wicked world
and l know you jolly well hope to see me
out. You catch the patient and we do the
rest, as the undertakes say when they
send round their cards about top hats and
gun cases. Special quotations for fever pa
tients F. o. B.. for then couple of fire.
bars out of the engine room does the trick
and saves the cost of an elaborate coffin"
"Oh. Carter, listen to me-
"Well?"
II lib for Krooboy quarters for fetch
ju-ju. You sit here. No run away. Savvy?"
BE long gomez"
Il come back one-time.
''All right. Give my compliments to Miss
Slade and say we had a jolly walk in the
moonlight and found everything all right
when we got here, except that Mr.. Swizzle-
Stick-whose other name l forget-had
eloped with the assistant typewriter. Say
1t was rather a nuisance about the type
writer woman. because she the one
who made the jellies. jolly cool yellow jel-
lies with just drop of sherry in them that
were perfectly ripping when you had been
sick. My mother used to make jelles like
that herself for kids when we were
sick
He was still rambling on when the Kroo-
boy returned and by that time the fever
was burning dangerously high. 1t was
not running it's normal course He had
undergone abnormal exerton, and the re-
sulting fever was correspondingly fierce.
White Man S-Troub1e came In out of the
warm moist night outside. with some liquid
in a cracked tea cup. The patient refused
to know him, and so the Krooboy picked
him up In his enormous arms and got the
= gr b. IL.
as nurse might drench a fractions child.
Carter coughed and spat. but the dose
was down, and in three minutes 1t had
started Its work. In five minutes it had
laid him out. and then Whte-Man's-
Trouble carried him into the next room
and laid him on bed. Then from a bag
he produced materials and did with them
what will not be set down here.
mosquito bar, killed what insects were
lodged there, pulled down the netting and
tucked it accurately round the mattress
Then he took up his ratchet again, spat
In his great right hand to get a good grip
on the Eilt, lay down the mat before
the door and went to sleep.
The room pinged with mosquitoes;
leopard roared persistently from the bush
where up in the rafters gnawed at a sound
ing piece of board with irritating persist
ence Moreover, of course, there was the
probability of the Okky men coming to the
factory at any moment for that much
d-of-massacre. But none of these
things disturbed WhiteMan s-Trouble. He
suddenly wished for sleep, and therefore
to sleep he promptly resigned himself. All
thoughts Of anything beyond that imme-
date desire were blotted out from his
simple brain. The patient might awake,
and rave, or want assistance; but that
did not matter. Nothing mattered beyond
his wish there and then for sleep.
The beautiful unreliability of his tribe
was strongly present in White Mans s.
Trouble.
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