The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1915-03-07

He was generally hampering my men,
but | had never taken any notice Of
his vagaries till then. In another
minute we were arguing away. ham
mer and tongs. If it had been any
other man I'd "a simply thrown the
lamp at his head. He was calling me
all the mean names under the sun. ac-
cusing me OF misusing my authority
n goodness only knows what all.
When he had talked himself down one
stretch, I had only to say a few words
to start him off again as fresh as a
daisy. IN my word. this jahbering
went on for nearly three hours
Why didn't you get coolies and
have him tied up If YOU thought he
was mad? asked Revel.
Not a safe business. believe me.
Wrongful restraint on your own re-
sponsibility of a man nearly your own
standing looks ugly. Well. Stovey
went on bullying me and complaining
about everything Id ever said or done
since ! came on the canal. till-he
went fast asleep
"Wha-at?"
Went of dead asleep just as if
he'd been drugged. I thought the
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he was. with his head hanging a little
on one side and his mouth open.
knocked up his bearer and told him 10
take the man to bed.
Before | left the bungalow | caught
old Jeewun Singh. one of the mistries
on the gates, and gave him strict orders
that he was 10 keep in sight of the Sa-
hib wherever he went and whatever
ha did. and NJ ha lhl Ar ,rfnJ 80 a.
anything foolish. such as jumping
down the well, Jeewun Singh was 20
stop him. The old man tumhled at
once. and I was easier in my mind
when | saw how he was shadowing
Stovey up and down the works. Then
sat down and wrote a letter to old
Baggs, the civil surgeon at Chemang-
hath. about sixty miles off. telling him
how we stood. The runner left about
3 o'clock. Jecwun Singh turned up at
the end of the day and gave a full.
true and particular account of Stovey's
doIngs, Dyou know what the brute
had done"
spare us the agony. Kill him
straight off, Savcloy,"
He'd stopped the runner. opened
the bag, read my letter and torn 1t up,
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bag. both of which I'd written. was
pretty average angry. but | lay low.
At dinner he said he'd got a touch #
dysentery and wanted some chloro-
dyne. For a man anxious to depart
this life he was about as badly
equipped as you could wish. Hadn't
even a medicine chest to play with.
He was no more suffering from
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him the ~chlorodync. and 50 | did
fifteen drops, mixed in a wine glass
n when he asked for the bottle I
said that | hadn't any more.
That night he began praying again,
n ] Just lay in bed and s%huddrrcd.
lie was invoking the most hlasphe-
nous curses on my head-all in "A
whisper, for fear of waking me up
for frustrating What he called his
great and holy purpose. You never
heard anything like il. But as long
as he was praying | knew he was
alive, and he ran his praying half
through the night.
We'll, for the next ten days he was
apparently quit" rational. hut I
watched hin and told Jeewun Singh
to watch him like "A cat. | suppose n
wanted 10 throw me of my guard. hut
| wasn't Ia be thrown. grew thin
watching him. Baggs wrote in to say
he had gone on tour and couldn't ho
found anywhere in particular for
another SIX weeks. 1t was "A CHASTITY
time.
zone day old Jccwun Singh turned
up with a hit of paper that Stovcy
had given to one of the lohars as a
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