The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1911-07-29

actual lie, mas become hdJdn OF
some other parsonage of Importance,
what asks Mr.. Webster, does he
do them"
Does he take to a hammock and a
fan and a sarong and pretty Malay
girl? He does not He remains an
Englishman. He builds an English
bungalow and dresses for dinner and
dimes as if he were in his club on Pic
cadilly; and he brings out a nephew
of his own, whom he makes his heir;
and together they extend his kingdom
for three hundred miles up and down
the coast. They suppress piracy and
murder and starvation, and they en-
courage industry and security, and
they deal out English Justice.
And as a reward he is looked up to
and made god. For, says Mr.. Web
90 stcr:
After ALL there is common relig
ion in the East, shared by the clever
violence-hating Btngali, the melan.
choly Sikh, the laborious Tamil, the
lazy Burmese, the tricky Malay, and
the ferocious Dyak of Borneo. That
religion is the Englishman.
The Dutch never caught the trick
of it, nor have the Germans or the
French And ourselves in the Philip
pines? apparently no."
But Webster was not fully con-
WINGED. Granger" had refused to ex-
plain his remark about our methods in
the Philippines, and was content to
add that he might go and see for him
self. So this he did-taking Mrs.
Webster with him.
One of the first persons to be called
upon by an American was, of course,
the governor.
The administration building, where
went to look for him, was tropical
and Eastern enough in it's architect
ure, and l wondered, as 1 glanced
about it's pleasant dimness why it re-
minded me so insistently of some city
hall of ours at home. Then I got it:
a long row of big, brown, earthenware
spiltoons, one outside each door, all
the way down the corridor.
Squatting around the nearest one
was a little group Of strange looking
people who had evidently become
Americanized enough to appreciate
these articles of furniture. They were
all chewing the familiar combination
of areca, betel and lime which turns
the gums black and the saliva bright
red They were dark, sullen, shrewd-
looking folk, dressed in very tight,
bright-coIored trousers and scarfs and
handkerchiefs, and wicked, leaf
shaped swords with ornamental hits.
Moros they were, l knew, savage, in
tractable, the sort that had been able
to keep their Spanish "conquerors"
shut up inside town walls and block
houses for a matter of 300 years We
may not have tanned them, l reflected,
as l looked at them, but at least we
have got the trick of making them
feel at home with us.
Just then one of the doors opened
and a man came out-a white man, an
American. l had been spending the
past six months in part of the world
where practically every white man
was an Englishman, and l looked in
stinctively to see the little group of
= Moros galvanized into some show of
deferential activity as he walked up to
them. But it did not happen. Some
OF them grinned at him amiably, but
no one moved. He didn't seem to eX-
pect them to.
He was in his shirt sleeves, and he
: looked very warm and busy. He spoke
= curtly, in fiat, bright, sharplyminted
United States, much as a construction
foreman, back home, speaks to his
men. One of the group-an inter
p prefer, evidently-began talking Moro
to the others, and there was a long
confab, while the American eyed the
: chief speaker rather impatiently. He
didn't wait for half the labored transla.
ton back into English. He shook his
= head with a jerk and turned to the in
terpreter.
"Oh, tell them to go to hell" he
, said.
1t wasn't said ill-humoredly; the
look he gave the Interpreter was as
much as to say, You understand, old
man." He simply meant that he really
couldn't waste time over nonsense like
that.
Fresh from chest-governed lands,
caught my breath and stared. 1t was
much the same sensation one would
+ feel if the clergyman in reading the
= lesson should slip bit of up-to-date
cIanu into Tho cnaarb Of ono Of the