The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1915-03-26

fidences to exchange; nor did he offel
to become the repository of othe:
mems pasts. But he would share hi
bread and his rupees, when he hat
them, with any who asked, Man,
tried to dig into his past. but he wa.
as unresponsive as granite. 1t take:
a woman to find out what a man |.
and has been, and Warrington wen
about women in a wide circle. In &
way he was the most battling kline
of a mystery to those who knew him
he frequented the haunts of men, tool
a friendly drink. played cards fol
small sums. laughed and TESTED like
any other anchorless man. In the
East men are given curious names
They become known by phrases, such
as, The Man Who Talks, Mr.. Once
Upon a Time, The One-Rupee Man
and the like. As Warrington never
received any mail. as he never entered
a hotel, o spoke of the past, he be
came The MRn Who Never Talked OF
Home.
i say, James, old sport, no more
going up and down this bally old river
Well go on to Rangoon tonight. II
we can find a berth"
Eyes. sahib; this business very
pifle," replied the Eurasian without
turning his head. Two things he
dearly loved to acquire bit OF
American slang and a bit OF English
silver. He was invariably changing
rupees into shillings, and Warrington
could not convince him that he was
always losing in the transaction.
They tramped on through the dust
The sun dropped. A sudden chill be
gan to penetrate the haze. The white
man pulled his cheroot. its wrapper
dangling; the servant hummed an
Urdu lullaby; the parrot complained
increasingly.
Warrington laughed and shook the
dust from his beard. It's a great
world. James, a great, wonderful
world. I've just two rupees myself. In
other words we are busted"
1.-TWO rupees!" James paused and
turned. why, sahib, you have three
hundred thousand rupees in your
pocket"
But not worth an anna until 1 get
to Rangoon. Didn't those buffers give
you anything for handling their lug.
gage the other day"
mot a pice. sahib."
RIOTERS! It takes an Englishman
to turn a small trick like that. Well
we'll; there were extenuating circum
stances. They had sore heads. Nc
man likes to pay three hundred thou
sand for something he could have
bought for ten thousand. And / made
them come to me, James, to me.
made them come to this god-fOrsaken
hole, just because 1t pleased my fancy
l believe I'm heaven born, after all
The Lord hates a gutter, and SO dc
]. nearly quit myself, once; eh
Rajah, old top? But l made them
come to me. That's the milk in the
cocoanut, the curry on the rice. They
almost had me. Two rupees! II
IIuIy ID q SICdI WOIlU.
"Jah, jah, JAN! Jah-jah-jah-
ja-a-a-h!" screamed the parrot. cha.
loot"
Go on! That's the ticket. II !
were q praying man this would be the
time for 1t. Three hundred thansand
rupees!" The man looked at the far
horizon, as IL he would force his gaze
beyond, into the delectable land, the
Eden out Of which he had been driven.
James, l owe you three hundred ru.
pees, and l am going to add seven
hundred r We've been fighting
this old top for six years together, and
you've been a good servant and q good
friend: and I'll take you with me as
far as this fortune will 60. il you say
the word"
"Ah, sahib, l am much sorry. But
Delhi calls, and / go. A thousand ri.
! PEGS will make much business for me
In the Chandney Chowk."
Presently they became purple shades
"a q brown world.