The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-07-27
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II refer to the women, God bless
EN-" he told him. =
"Oh!-that!"
"You were positively ogling one
when met YOU"
Barbazon crims oned.
"When you came up? You don't
mean that Malay girl? My dear old
idiot, surely fellow can admire a
certain regularity of feature without
being called to account for it,"
Pennington laughed.
"You'fe terrible man, Brabazon,"'
he said. 81 remember a girl in Kuala
Lumpur telling me that you were ir-
resistible. How long are you stop
ping in town."
"Going back by the morning train"
II was only going to warn your
that, if you do happen to meet the
Commissioners sister, just try and
restrain that abnormal flow of per-
sonal, magnetism-for my sake"
"Oh-ho!" remarked the planter,
raising his eyebrows. whats her
name?"
"Viney," said Pennington. "Monica
Whey. She's widow"
Brabazon winked.
II thought you said it was Chat
Hung who kept you in Jesselton ~.
ut is" Pennington assured him
earnestly, "but Pm not sorry about,
it, all the same!"
II bet you're not! When's it COM
ing OFF,"
Pennington gazed dreamily over
the rail.
POSSIBLY not at all. haven't
asked her opinion on the subject
yet"
"Good heavens, man! What on
earth are you waiting for?"
Pennington turned.
"I'm waiting until I've nailed Chat
Hung!" he declared.
Brazabon scrambled to his feet
and Joined him.
"Want any help?"
Possibly"
"Then call on me for it, I'm just
about fed up with the life I'm lead
ing. A laundering good row'd about
clear my head!"
Thanks" returned Pennington>s'
warmly. II fancy you'll be in one
before long"
Good enOugh!"
Brabazon rubbed his hands togcth-
er in anticipation.
I'm the meantime, keep your
weather-eye open for Chai-Hung."
He paused and looked to where the
waters of the bay glistcned in the
light of sun that was low in the
western heavens. Its weary
world, Brabazon," he continued. Il
used to delight in these nocturnal
wanderings, these wild up-country
tricks. suppose it was because
had nobody to worry about but my
self. l fancy that if manage to
pull this through, 1 shall hand in Z
my resignation. l wonder if you'll
understand me-. They kidnapped He.
witt and his sister came with me to
look for him. A subtle change has
crept over me ever since. find my
self a great deal too solicitous about
my own welfare. Queer, isn't it?
Brabazon went back to Ketatan by
the morning train. He had not seen
Pennington since their meeting at
the Rcst-House, but he had run into
a lively crowd of brother planters
and Government men, and the climax
Of the Celebration" that followed
had been something in the nature of
a disaster! A dull throbbing at his
temples reminded him of this.
Barbazon was a planter. of exper-
fence. He knew just how much
coolie could be expected to do in
day. AS he went the rounds on his
Bajau pony he encountered nothing
but yelled insolence, and tasks half
done.
1t was close on shutdown when he
regained his bungalow. He stumbled
up the steps and dropped into cane
chair. He was wondering who it was
had sown the seeds of rebellion in
the minds of his men.
BY sheer force of habit. he reached
for his glass and, as he did so, some
thing passed his cheek so closely
that he felt the wind of it, and stuck,
quivering, in the wooden wall behind
him.
Continued in Our Next Issue)
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