The Arvada enterprise., 1910-11-04

Waila Nambuka, 'the Child Of the Sun" To the
slmplemlnded islanders he was always looked
upon as a supernatural being. His recent death
has plunged his people in gloom The mourning
robes of his subjects have been brought out of
the napa huts and worn in the dead kings honor
His two little sons, the princelings of Naikeva,
Will reign In his stead and King Waila sleeps at
the crest of a gentle slope overlooking coral
reef where the leaguelong breakers thunder
hour after hour His bones lie far from those Of
scotchAmerican forbears, who settled in south
ern Illinois nearly century ago.
A disappointment in love started him out upon
the long road of adventure when he was youth
of nineteen or twenty years. One of these unfor
tunates who run to extremes In matters of sent
ment, he fell in love with of the pretty vii
lage girls of old Albion Things slowly in
this, of the Oldest and proudest towns of ILL
nois In the natural course of events 1t was to
be expected that the two would marry In the full
ness of time There was home to be built and
preparations made for start in life. Something
of the methodical slowness of their English
cestors clung then and still clings to the every
day life Of the citizens of Albion The town has
changed but little in the years that have flown
since Thompson left under cover of nightfall. The
same houses line the spacious public square The
same homesteads that sheltered the pioneers
shelter their descendants Of the third and fourth
generations Red brick homes. low-eaved and
with wide doorsteps still line the older streets OF
the little southern Illinois town. q.
outwardly the town has changed but little,
and in spirit not at all, since the days when
young Thompson waited for his girlish sweet
heart at the halfighted corner of the court house
square. The Albion of the Flowers the Thomp-
sons the Hulmes, the Birkbecks, of Park House"
and Marlborough Place" still remains. Had the
white monarch of the savage Isle of Naikeva
come back to the place of his birth in the last
year of his life he would have found Little Brit
ain," as the region is known. much as he left it.
II Ia the little CITY of schools and churches.
of quiet homes and quieter streets that 1t
when he was barefoot lad stealing away to
fish and loaf along Bonpas creek. The future
ruler of Naikeva spent many Idle hour with
hook and line along the shadows of old Banpas,
II the traditions of the folk of Little Britain"
true. He was fond OF making long trips to the
shores of the Wabash with his chums but he
seemed to lack the ambition dear to every boyish
heart the hope of getting out and seeing the big
round world There was nothing to set him
apart from his fellows who would taste OF
strange adventures before his death in the an
tipodes. The prosy uneventful life OF a farmer
a storekeeper at the most humdrum profes
sional In country town was all TO which
he could look forward.
There came an interruption, an awakening to
his loves young dream that drove him out OF his
home town between sundown and sunrise
summers night. This spur to his pride, this
wound to his selflove sent him adventuring
among the spicy isles of the south and made
him king in his own right before he was twenty
FIVE. He of that shy. retiring, loyal type of
the Scotch who love deeply when they love at all
He had become engaged to the village beauty
The day had been set for the ceremony and the
unmarried youth of the town looked upon him
one already lost to the fun and frocs of the
single state.
About this time business house was
opened in the little town and youthful eastern
manager was sent on by the owners to look after