The Winslow mail., 1924-05-16

That's all right, grumbled J0~
sephs, "but this is Saturday night, and
they amt been searched For all we
know, every one of them d-n niggers
may have pint of stones about him.
Sam told me you hadn't begun search
ing them yet and you was trying to
put them on their honor, or some such
Sunday school story, and I've been try
ing to ask you about it for days, and
been put Off"
"I've been pretty busy, JoSephs. OF
course the boys will have to be
searched. But we haven't begun wash
ing vet, to any extent
"Mr. Garrett, there's been more dig
ging and washing than you know. And
I don't like the look of them tunnels
on the syndicate claim. Now, sir, IT
comes to this: either l run the com.
pound as it ought to be run, and Sam
Simpson keeps outside, or you get an
other manager"
81 accept your terms" said WintOn.
"DO whatever you consider right.
However tonight Sans got to have
full swing because l gave him my
promise And don't worry, Josephs.
because you may have another purser
more to your liking in a little while"
II hope not Mr. Garrett answered
the manager. There amt man I'd
rather work for than you But you're
too easy"
After little more talk Winton sue
ceeded In pacifying Josephs, and h@
persuaded him to come to the COM
pound with him and see what Sam had
been doing.
They went there at the appointed
hour. The compound buildings con-
sisted Of large structure in which the
boys ate and gathered after their work
was over, and a second, divided into
partitioned sections, in which the ma
tives were housed according to their
several tribes. From the former an
awful din of musical instruments was
making Itself audible. The two men
entered, and stopped on the threshold
as If petrified.
The walls were decked with flags.
A large lamp hung from the roof, throw
ing bright light into the farthest cor
ners. Thirty or forty savages were
formed in double line along the floor.
Each one was attired In full-dress
suit, with starched bosom, white collar
and tie. Each man wore a pair Of
patent-leather shoes and white socks.
Half a dozen native women were pres
ent, one or two with graceful colored
handkerchlefs over their frizzly locks,
but the rest wearing discarded hats of
various shapes. Their apparel was Of
rainbow hues. At the end Of the hall
was an orchestra, consisting Of two
fiddles, a cello, two clarinets, two
flutes, drum, three trombones, and a
triangle
At Winton's appearance the band
struck up God Bless the Prince OF
Wales" and, to cap the climax, every
man produced a pair of bones and
tapped out the tune.
Sam came up to Winton, his black
face beaming over his expansive shirt
front. He wore the aspect of magi-
clan who, having successfully produced
a white rat, pair of rabbits, and
plum pudding out of an opera hat, con-
fronts his audience, for its verdict.
But WintOn could find no words, and
it was Josephs who spluttered
"What he-what-what the"
"My sentiments said Winton.
"You will see, Mr. Garrett, that my
theory was correct" said Sam. The
Bantu and the Caucasian, though
ethnoIogically distinct sub-species OF
the genus homo, are, psychologically,
brothers."
"D-n your brothers" shrieked the
compound manager "The boys ara
here to dig diamonds. Did you ever
stop to think Of that, you black foolr'
He swung on his heel and stalked fu-
riOusly out of the compound. Then
Winton found his tongue.
"What are these women doing here,
SamY he demanded sharply.
Sam rubbed his hands together.
Ito be Continued)