The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1915-05-02

a coolie.' she replied. "Never m. nd"
I said, that may be for outsiders. but
/ made you and I've a right
you have a right? You made me?
My dear sir. If 1 didn't know that
we should bore each other 50 inextin-
guishably hereafter l should read you
an hours lecture this instant. You
made me. suppose you will have
the audacity TO pretend that you un-
derstand me-that you ever under
stood me. Oh. man, man-foolish
man! II you only knew"
rs that the person who thinks he
understands us, Loo?' drawled a voice
at her elbow. The Devil had returned
with cloud OF witnesses and it was
Mrs. Mallowe who was speaking.
"What insolence." said Mrs. Hauks-
bee between her teeth. This isn't
Peterhoff drawing room. I haven't
the slightest intention Of being leveed
by this person. Polly. come here and
we'll watch the animals go by" She
and Mrs. Mallowe stood at my side.
/ turned crimson with shame. for It is
an awful thing to see ones charac-
tiers in the sold.
/ turned to the company and saw
that they were men and women, stand
ing upon their feet as folks should
stand. Again I forgot the Devil. who
stood apart and sneered. From the
distant door Of entry could hear the
whistle OF arriving souls. from the
darkness at the end OF the hail
came the thunderous roar of the fur
mace of first editions and everywhere
the restless crowds of characters NUT
rered and rustled like windblown au-
tumn leaves. But looked upon my
own people and was perfectly content
as man could be.
Il have seen you study a new dress
with just such an expression of idiotic
beatitude," whispered Mrs. Mallowe to
Mrs. Hauksbee. Hush" said the lat
ter. He thinks he understands"
Then 20 me: Please trot them out
Eternity is long enough in all con-
science. but that is no rea son for vast
ing it. Proceed or shall / call them
up? Mrs. Nansuythen, Mr.. Bout, Mrs
Boult, Capt kurrel and the Major"
The European population in Kash.ma
in the Dosehri hills. the actors in the
Wayside Comedy moved toward me;
and I saw with delight that they were
human. 80 you wrote about us?"
said Mrs. Bout. About my confess
sion to my husband and my hatred of
that Vansuy;hen woman? Did you
think that you understood? Are all
men such fools?" THAT woman is
bad form" said Mrs. Hauksbee, but
she speaks the truth. l wonder what
these soldiers have to say" Gunner
Barnabas and Private Shacklock
stopped. saluted and hoped l would
rake no offence il they gave II as their
opinion that had not got them down
quite right" Easped.
A spurred hussar succeeded, his wife
on his arm. II was Capt. 'Gadsby and
Minnie and close behind them swag-
gered Jack Mailiin, the Brigadler-Gen-
eral in his arms. Had the cheek to
try TO describe our life. had you?" said
Gadshy carelessly. 'Ha-hmm' S'pose
he understood. Minnie?" Mrs. Gadsby
raised her face 10 her husband and
murmured: I'm sure he didnt, Pip
while Poor Dear Mamma. st!ll in her
riding habit Kissed: I'm sure he didn I
understand me- And these also went
their way.
one after another they filed by
Trewinnard. the pet of his depart
ment; Otis Yeere. lean and Ian
thorn jawed; Crook O'Ne!l and Bobby
Wick arm in arm; Janki Meah,
the blind miner in the Jamahari
coal fields: Afzul Kahn, the police
man. the murderous Pathan horse
dealer, Durga Dass; the bum a,
Bon Ia Thone: the daco!t Dana Da.
weaver OF false magic; the Leander OF