The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1914-09-03

( The train had begun to move out.
The red man rubbed his eyes. HE has
gone south for the week. he repeated.
'Now. that's just like his impotence.
Did he say that was to give you any
thing? Cause I won't"
HE didn't" said and dropped.
Later on l reflected that two gentle
men like my friends could not do any
good IL they foregathered and person
ated correspondents of newspapers.
and might. il they stuck up 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 l was later informed. in having
them headed back from the Degumber
borders.
| Then I became respectable and re-
| turned to an Office where there were
no kings and no incidents except the
daily manufacture of 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 q remark
ably evil season. that the paper began
running the last issue of the week on
Saturday night, which is to say Sun
day morning. after the custom Of a
London paper.
One Saturday night It was my pleas
ant duty to put the paper to bed alone
It was pitchy black night, as sitting
as a June night can be. and the loo, the
redhot wind from the westward, was
booming among the finder dry trees
and pretending that the rain was on it's
heels. It was q shade cooler In the
pressroom than the Office, 30 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.
Then the roar and rattle Of the
wheels shivered the quiet into little
bits. rose to 60 away. but two men
in white clothes stood In front Of me-
The first one said. Its him. The
second said. $50 it is!" 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 had met In the Mhow train.
and his fellow was the red bearded
man of Marwar Junction.
l was not pleased, because wished
to go to sleep. not to squabble with
loafers. what do you wantY 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
Peachey, 30 you needn't LOOKOUT what
we really want is advice. We don't
want money. We ask you as 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 Daniel 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 !. Wen 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.
"weIl and good" said Carnehan of
the eyebrows. wiping the froth from
his mustache. "Let me talk now, Dan.
We have decided that India isn't big
enough for such as Us"
j They certainly were too big for the
Office. Carnehan continued. 1.-THE
country isn't half worked out because
they that governs us won't let you
touch It. Therefore. such as 1t is. we
will let It alone and go away to some
other place where 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 q contrack on that. There
fore we are going away to be kings"
"Kings in our own right" muttered
Dravot.
Eyes. of course" said. You've been
tramping in the sun. and it's a very
warm night. and hadn't you better
sleep over the nOtion?"
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-
ed that there is only one place now in
the world that two strong men can
Sar-a-whack. They csll it Kafiristan.