The Idaho Springs siftings-news., 1910-11-05

Waila Nambuka, the Child Of the Sun" To the
supplemented islanders he was always looked
upon 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 Nakeva,
will reign in his stead and King Waila sleeps at
the crest OF gentle slope overlooking coral
reef where the leagueong breakers thunder
hour after hour. His bones lie far from those Of
6cotchAmerican forbears, who settled in south
ern Illinois nearly century ago.
disappointment in love started him out upon
the long road Of adventure when he was a youth
of nineteen or twenty years One OF these unfor
tunates who run to extremes in matters OF senti-
ment, he fell in love with one Of the pretty viii
lage girls OF old Albion. Things move 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 home to be built and
preparations made for start in life. Something
OF the methodical sowness OF their English
cestors clung then, and still cngs 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 now
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.
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 halflighted Of the court house
square. The Albion Of the Flowers the Thomp-
sons, the Humes, 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" the region is known, much as he left It,
It is the little city of schools and churches.
of quiet homes and quieter streets that 1t was
when he a barefoot lad stealing away to
fish and loaf along Bonpas creek. The future
ruler of Nakeva spent many an Idle hour with
hook and line along the shadows Of old Banpas,
II the traditions Of the folk Of Little Britain are
true. He 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 nothing to set him
apart from his fellows as one who would taste OF
arrange adventures before his death In the
tipodes The prosy. uneventful life Of farmer.
a storekeeper or at the most humdrum profess
sional man in a country town was all TO which
he could look forward.
There came an interruption. awakening to
his loves Young dream that drove him out of his
home town between sundown and sunrise one
summer's night. This spur to his pride, this
wound to his selflove sent him adventurfng
among the spicy isles Of the south seas and made
him a king in his own right before he was twenty
Ave He was 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 dav had been set for the ceremony and the
unmarried youth of the town looked upon him as
one already lost to the fun and frocs Of the
single state
About this time new business house was
opened in the little town and youthful eastern
manager was sent on by the owners to look after