Imperial Valley press., 1936-08-30
"reminiscences OF A Rover
Isl LIPAR" > By Whit Weman
By Whit WeIIman

before when Borneo knew him as 1.-The muir
derer.'
What will cure my people, Tudn'"
IT don't know" Wyman said frankly. The
Labuan doctors obdt will help few who aren't
too sick. There's lot of tannic acid in clutch,
and I'm willing to try THAI But I warn you 1t
may easily poison them
"Tudn, listenr AHMED to the point,
scarcely trying to hid his meaning behind the
tired wrinkles of his sagging face.
l. E had a nephew one Tok Sami, Pangriran
II noble The nephew was sadly ill of cholera,
though not ill as he might be. Tok SAINTS
young wife also ill, but not of cholera
just satit in her mind because she did not love
her husband. He, AHMED, wanted both of them
cured.
"You are not god, Tuan Therefore you may
not cure them both. With one, you may fail
1t Is human, and shall not blame you"
Wyman gathered that the person to be saved
was Tok Sami's wife, S Lipar. AS for the Pan
griran, the Sultan hoped that when he died
(such things happened) Allah would be kind.
The manager of the clutch factory had been
asked to poison Tok Sami.
TRY clutch, Tuan-" the 81 itan suggested
Wyman padded to the neal est landing, where
growing cemeteries lined tho beach. These were
shallow graves and soon thu water would wash
up and bodies be exposed.
If Tok Sam lived, AHMED would be displeased
- savagely, dangerously frustrated. When the
cholera passed, Wymans labor would not re-
turn. Production would cease, and London
would call him home
Wyman dugout drawn up on the beach,
He waded through the mud, and saw the body
of a girl in the boat-Si Lipar The girl stirred
muttering, as he lifted her out. She was not
dead. Around her throat he saw a deep blue
line, where a rattan had pressed.
He took her to his cottage. gave her in
charge of his Chinese cook. Hot tea revived her
quickly.
do cook for your wife?"
Diam! Be still"
The cook nodded sagely. deciding upon higher
wages
In a kanpong nearby. wyman found Tok
Sami The nephew of the Sultan lay in despair
on heap of cushions.
"Sdkit, Tndn! The gods have struck me
down" the man moaned.
Where is 81 Lipar?" Wyman demanded
Il strangled her, Tnan - before the Sultan
could take her. He wishes me dead so that he
IA LYMAN dosed him generously with cutch
w He left instructions under no circum-
stances must Tok Sam eat Jungle fruit Juice
of the mangrOve bark and duridnS did not mix
Next day 81 Lipar put herself under Wyman's
protection In Brunei she was not famous for
her beauty, but now that he studied her he saw
that the Sultans old eyes were not mistaken
She was strangely unlike any Malay girl he
had seen. pleasant combination of Chinese
and Egyptian. Wyman promptly fell in love-
She could not leave him. for would Tok Sami
not kill her? Did Wyman wish her throat
pressed again by cruel rattan And simply
because the Sultan grew old disgracefully,
thinking of his youth?
Wyman did not say that Tok sami was prob
ably dying, that even Clutch could do no good
"YOll piye him Thar cto Iou
He saw Tok Sami that day, and the Sultans
nephew was almost cheerful. Amazingly the
doctor of Labuan had been right Clutch was
working a miracle.
Wyman returned to his cottage and 81 Lipar.
He raised the cooks pay, cautioned 81 Lipar to
stay in the house if she valued her pretty neck
and awaited destiny.
Three days later the excited prime minister
came running up the path
Sultan Akmed is so fond of you" he be-
gan.
Wyman guessed the rest of it, He pulled on
a wide hat and called AHMED, probably for
the last time. Tok Sami had lived the Sultan
would grow old in lonely state, and Charlie
Wynlan had lost his job.
AHMED beamed on him. but man couldn't
tell from the reprobates black-toothed grin
what he thought
Il shall reward you, T,tan. Tok Sami became
hungry and dined on durian, as doubtless you
ordered. Allah has called him. Clutch is a good
juice, and your factory shall thrive"
Wyman nodded his face expressionless
"A widow must be consoled, Tuan And who
better than I, who tried to save her husands
Life? Yes, the Bandahara is even now inviting
her to the palace.
"By law, TU1n, white women have been
permitted in Brunei. But know that you desire
a wife Of your own race. You may write the
London kampong that she may come on the
next steamer"