Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1909-07-15

can remember everything that hap
pened back in those hazy days. That
is, they were hazy until / reached here
yesterday"
From the time of his arrival, "a
hours before, Dicky had attracted the
attention of the dwellers in the Fort
which is English Bombay-almost, in
the entire presidency of Bombay. The
Times of India spoke feelingly of his
return to Bombay, and the deputation
of oilskin-capped Parsee gentlemen
waited upon him with an elaborate ad-
dress of welcome.
Rum place, Bombay" sententious-
ly remarked one of the men,
"Eh?" queried Dicky, with an alb
stracted air. And the man who spoke
thought Dicky's mind had wandered
back to London, But Dicky, had he
been asked, would have told that
his thoughts were of the Bombay of
ten years ago. His eyes wandered out
over Bombay harbor, where the
lights of innumerable vessels twin
killed., and where a blaze of deck light
and white sides proclaimed the pres
ence of a foreign man-o'-war.
She's an American cruiser on her
long way to the Asiatic station" re-
marked one of the men in a CONVEX
sational tone. There is an Admiral
Blank on her-he's going out to take
command. Well just have him over
-eh?-for an exchange of courtesies."
Charmed" returned Dicky, with his
mind yet back in the dead past-out
along the road to Poona, a little ma
tive house, and a Hindu girl, and a
voice thrilling with the love-songs
that lured him.
Then when at the Royal Yacht
club Sir Richard met the American ad-
miral it was to hear him exclaim in
his hearty tones:
"Monvell, Monvell!"
"Sir Richard Monvell," explained
one of his old friends of a decade
past.
"Oh, yes, Novel;" ruminated the
American admiral, regardless of the
title. "There was a chap of that
name-a sub-lieutenant in the gun
room of the Belligerent of her ma
jesty's navy when l was a midship-
man on the Quinnebaug these many
years ago. Know him ?"
"Right-o," cried Dicky. that was my
dad!"
We'll, do you take after him?"
asked the admiral, with a quizzical
smile.
"Of course, I can't touch the old
boy in anything" Loyalty replied
Dicky.
In those days." said the admiral,
"he was rather-well, wild, No of
feHse intended, you know"
wild, vas he? He was always in
trouble over women and things like
that" and Dicky smiled genially at
the thought of his fathers gayeties.
Those of us who take pride in fam
lily are even proud-in a way-of our
family vices"
I'm expected up at Government
house for a sort Of a song and dance
act. Suppose I'll see you there.
Here's an A. d. G. who was to meet
me and take me up to Malabar hill.
Glad to have met you, Sir Richard"
The admiral held out his hand and
turned to meet the governors aide-de-
camp.
What's going on?" Dicky asked, as
he watched, for the second, the stall.
wart back of the American admiral,
with the gold On his uniform a-glit-
ter as he passed from the Royal
Yacht club. 1--WE had a bid-do you
still call them commands out here ?"
We'll. yes, rather" replied Fitz
John, but they're beastly bores and
put n in a nasty humor with the
present governor. He goes in for
engaging native talent. Fancy! When
he first came out he had us all up
to see a troop of native magicians.
Usual old s~tunts-cobra and all that
sort or rot. Just fancy"
That the bill for tonight? II it
is"
mo, oh, no. This time 1t is a won
derful contralto-chocolate color, of
course. She's a Bombay Hindu wom-
an who has had some experience with
Europeans. Some musical artist
found she possessed a voice, and the
result was Marchesi, La Scala, Dres-
den, and the rest. Woodruff has
heard her. Say, there, Woody, any
voice?"
Ripping" answered Woodruff:
never realized her power until she
sang her last song--a Hindu love
song-queer stunt. Made me feel
lumpy around the throat, though I'm
reputed to have whitleather for a
heart"
Then I'll 60" said Dicky, $50 that
his excellency will not consider that
l have sighted him"
The trio sided inside and took some
chairs in an obscure corner. Sir Rich
ard Monvell glanced over the people
with an Indifferent gaze. He looked
at the singer, who was standing in
an affected pose waiting for the &C.
compartment to begin. She was Of
good figure, but a hideous dress of
orange-colored satin gave the powder
and rouge that lay thickly or her
dusky cheeks a disgusting accentua-
ton, and made her ven more hid
eous.
The keynote fell. And she sang, in
a deep, rich contralto-with an accent
that brought Dicky to w~ondering-a
French chanson Of the seventeenth
century. So marvellous were her in
donations that Dicky could see the
brocades of La Belle MarQuise. Then
he split his tight white gloves ap-