Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-01-13

have you been in touch with the eush
telegraph
"Oh, l heard that the usual vague rows
and horribleS were going on in Okky city,
butt | didn't pay much attention to that.
l did hear, too, that Cappie Image and the
NJ poSo helped a redheaded man, who
suppose was that young Carter of yours. in
some sort of a row at presumably MALTA
Nulla- | took the trouble to go into the
dates; the news must have Travelled here
in thirty hours, and we're a good two
hundred miles from the coast. 1t is q bit
marvellous. l wonder how the deuce the
niggers do it. Some sort of ju-ju, l sup
pose, but l never met a white man yet who
understood the trick"
did you hear anything about a white
woman stirring things up?'
Certainly l did and concluded 1t was
Laura. 1 left her in charge at Smooth
River, you know and she's grown into a
jolly. capable girl, let me tell you, old
man, when she cares to spread herself.
What are you twiddling about your eye
you mean? Oh. 1 see. White. BY Cad, I'd
never thought of that Even a bush tele-
graph. which is always liable to mistake in
detail. would never blunder into calling my
damnable thing that sins of the fathers
law is. If l were man that ever looked
so much half day ahead. l believe
should go mad at the thought of what will
become of Laura in the future. You re a
| tough old ruffian. with no cares. and you
could never understand what that kiddie is
| to me-.
No use crying over a marriage that's
! over. Everybody that knows her will dc
! his best for Laura, and If any man tried
hanky -pany tricks with her he'd probably
| die one of the local deaths of Africa In very
quick time. But about this white woman
| heard about her, too. There was a big
| om-toming far away In the bush one night
| ten minutes after the sun went out. and my
| boys listened hard and then set up fine
| chatter. 1t was long enough before could
I L. hioey out of q
| heard something about a white nanny
| that set me thinking. l got the idea a,
| first that some one, probably the Okkey-
| men, had been knocking she-missonary
| on the head and that made me cock up my
| ears. You know when a trader or man In
one of the services gets scuppered out here
! the pious people at home say It's his own
| brutal fault and the poor African Is quite
/ right in what he does. But when it's a
| missionary the Exeter Hall crew insist on
| war"
! Slade put up the usual coasters wish for
| the future of Exeter Hall.
| Quite So" said Swlzzle- Stick Smith. He
got up and nmped across to the doorway
and stood there for minute putting pale
| blue smoke into the dazzle OF sunshine.
! Then he came back again and once more
sat on the earthen floor with his back
| against bale The boys out there. both
| yours and mine, are still harping on the
| same subject"
Il didn't make out that the white woman
was killed.
Nor did I. when l went into the matter
| further. 1 was only explaining what gave
me the first interest in the subject. because
IL there had been he-miSSiOnary killed
all the bush would know that meant war,
| and they would slaughter every white man
! they came across out of sheer llght-heart-
edness. No. IL that had happened you
/ would not have seen me here. 1 would have
! lit out for the coast. one-time But l pres
| emily found that the white woman had not
been killed. but that she a some one
| who seemed to puzzle my boys exceedingly.
| There seemed to be heap-too-much ju-juI
/, about her. She did things no one Sc c5uid
| tackle"
| Sort of champion lady weight lifterg