Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1929-05-30

Asking none, Anon put 1t into the
leather wallet he had stolen from the
fisherman the previous day, because
there seemed to him no reason for the
fisherman to be the possessor OF q
wallet Anon wanted. He tucked the
wallet into his belt and set off fol-
Colombo. first paying a visit to the
foreshore where ali day long the great
white surf rolls in from the Indian
ocean.
There he told the fishermen that the
Lord Governor had sent for him anC
that he was to be exalted over all Other
men and live in q white house with
green blinds and ceiling fans, and many
white clad servants, that he was to be-
come very prosperous and would scorr
the acquaintance of such low fellows
as fishermen who set out at dawn In
catamaranS across the waters, to re-
turn at evening like q flock of homine
birds.
He got a place as second boy to the
colonel commanding the regiment
without much difficulty, for he wa
clean looking. The colonel and his wife
lived in a spacious house with greer
sun blinds, standing amongst mowr
green lawns where many an English
flower grew. The happiness that flood
ed the heart Of Anon when he saw it
made him sick and giddy.
But he could not stand the servants
quarters behind the house. He cOulC
not stand the caves coming very fan
down over the dark little windows, anc
the hot stiffness of the small rooms
and the refuse lying about. He cOulC
not stand the smell of them. that smell
which always gave him a queer shivel
down his spine.
Returning late from a mess dinner
one night. the colonel found him coileC
up on the drawing room chesterfield
fast asleep, the electric ceiling far
whirring lu%xuriously above him.
From the bruises upon his person il
took Anon to recover two days. Tht
old %sullenness settled upon him. Tht
burst of zeal was over.
The regimental servant who looked
after the colonels clothes now fell i'll
and during his absence Anon vas SCI
to do his work, such as the are of the
colonel'S PERSONAL underwear, and TIT
cleaning of his riding boots, uniform
and sword, and the laying out of such
garments as it was the cOlOnelS habi
to put on at different times.
The silken vests, the linen handker-
chiefs, the striped colored night suit.
of Indian silk, awOke in Anon strange
longings and sensations owe which HI
had no control. 1t simply seemed K
him that here, at last, there came tt
hand such things IS by rights were hi!
from the beginning. He was founl
wearing one of the colonel's silker
vests, one underdraWers, and in posses.
sion of several dozen linen and silker
pocket handkerchiefs, and taken away
to prison. He wept as he was led away
because he was leaving the wide, COO
house, and the mown green lawns
where many an English flower grew
A soldier stood on the outer veran'
dab, waiting to see the colonel. HI
turned as the police marched Anon BY
with the handouts above those deli.
cate hands which always seemed to be.
long to another body. Out of the darl
face, the big brown eyes looked woe
fully into the blue ones OF the officer
Hello, what's the matter here?'
asked the white man.
Plenty much stealing, sah." Tht
dark faces of the policemen were sill.
for one instant by a smile of whit,
teeth. Then the little cavalcade passe(
by and the verandah was empty anC
still. The officer stood looking aftel
them. He wondered why the dark boy
with the woeful eyes seemed strangely
familiar to him. Where had he seer
him before?
An orderly appeared.
The colonel will see you, sir"
He pulled aside the curtain over thu
doorway of the colonels office, and IN.
nounced, CAPTAIN Danton."
Paul Danton walked briskly up to thu
desk and saluted.
"Ah, good morning to you. Sorry tt
keep you waiting but we have beer
wrestling with a little domestic diff
Guilty this morning."
II saw them taking him off. I seen
to know his face, somehow. Suppose