Morris tribune., 1914-10-09

The train had begun to move out
The red man rubbed his eyes. "He has
gone south for the weekr' he repeated
Nov, that's just like his impotence.
Did he say that was to give you any
thing? cause won't"
HE didn't" said and dropped
Later on l reflected that two gentle
men like my friends could not do any
good If they foregathered and person
ated correspondents Of newspapers,
and might. if they "stuck ups one Of
the little rat trap states of central In
dia or southern Rajputana, get them
selves into serious difficulties. there
fore took some trouble and succeeded.
SO was later informed, in having
them headed back from the 'Degumber
borders.
Then became respectable and re-
turned to an Office where there were
no kings and no incidents except the
daily manufacture of a newspaper. A
newspaper office seems to attract every
conceivable sort Of person. to the pref
udice Of discipline But that is the
amusing part of the year. There are
other six months wherein none ever
come to call and the thermometer
walks inch by inch up to the top of
the glass.
It was in that season, and remark
ably evil season. that the paper began
running the last issue of the week OF
Saturday night, which is to say Sun
day morning, after the custom Of
London paper.
One Saturday night it was my pleas
ant duty to put the paper to bed alone.
1t was a pitchy black night, as sitting
as June night can be. and the loo, the
redhot wind from the westward, was
booming among the tinder dry trees.
and pretending that the rain was on its.
heels. 1t was a shade cooler In the
pressroom than the office, so sat there
while the type licked and clicked and
the night jars hooted at the windows
and the all but naked compositors
wiped the sweat from their foreheads
and called for water. WG III
Then the roar and rattle OF the
wheels shivered the quiet into little
bits. rose to go away, but two men
In white clothes stood in front OF me
The first one said. Its himw The
second said, $50 it ISL And they both
laughed almost as loudly as the ma
chinery roared and mopped their fore
heads. The smaller of the two was
the man l had met in the Mhow train.
and his fellow was the red bearded
man of Marwar Junction.
! was not pleased. because wished
to go to sleep, not to squabble with
loafers. What do you want?'' asked
Half an hours talk with you cool
and comfortable in the Office" said the
red bearded man. WED like some
drink-the contrack doesn't begin yet
Peaehey, so you needn't LOOKOUT what
we really want is advice We don't
want money. We ask you as a favor,
because you did us bad turn about
Degumber."
led from the press room to the
sitting Office with the maps on the
wall. and the red haired man rubbed
his hands 'That's something like, =
said he, This was the proper shop to
come to. Now, SIR let me introduce
you to Brother Peachey Carnehan,
that's him. and Brother DAME! Dravot,
that is me. and the less said about our
profession the better. for we have been
most things in our time. Carnehan Is
sober. and so am l. Well take one OF
your cigars apiece. and you shall see us
light"
watched the test. The men were
absolutely sober. so gave them each a
tepid peg.
We'll and good" said Carnehan of
, the eyebrows. wiping the froth from
his mustache. Let me talk now. ban
We have decided that India isn't big
enough for such as u.s.
! They certainly were too big for the
office Carnehan continued: ''The
country isn't half worked out because
they that governs us won'r let you
! touch it, Therefore. such as it is. we
! will LEI it alone and go away to some
other place where IL man isn't crowded
and can come to his own We are not
little men. and there is nothing that we
are afraid of EXCEPT drink. and We
have signed u contrack IN that. There
fore we are going away to be kings. y
Kings in our own right" muttered
Dravot.
"Yes. of course" said. You've beer
tramping in the sun, and it's q very
warm night, and hadn't you better
: sleep over the notionY
Neither drunk nor sunstruck" SAID
Dravot. I'VE have slept over the no
ton half year and require to SEE
books and aliases. and we have decid
I ed that there is only one place now il
, the world that two strong men car
Sar-a-whack. They call it Kaflristan