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Notice to Creditors. E 1524.
County court of Lancaster county. Nebraska,
in re estate of William H. Iiotterill, deceased.
Creditors of said estate will take notice
that the time limited for presentation of claims
against said estate is Oct. 15. Mui, and for the
payment of debts is April 15, 1902; that I will
sit at the county court room in said county, on
July 15, 1901, and on Oct. 15. MM. to recciic. ex
amine, adjust and allow nil claims dulr tiled.
Published, weekly four times in The Courier.
Dated March 13. 1901.
(skai.) Fhank R. Waters.
County Judire.
By W.r.TEti A. Lei.se, Clerk.
First Tub.. Mar..lt-I
Notice to Creditors. E 1497.
County court. Lancaster county, Nebraska, in
re estate of Molly Van Andel deceased.
Creditors of said estate will take notice
that the time limited for presentation of claims
against said estate is October I. Mil. and
for payment of debts is April I, 1802; that I
will sit at the county court room in said county
on July 1, Mil, and on October 1. 1901. to
receive, examine, adjust and allow all claims
duly tiled. Publish weekly four times in The
Courier. Dated March 7. 1901.
Ipeau Fhask R. Waters.
County JudKC.
By Walter; A. Leese. Clerk County Court.
First Pub. March 21.-5
Master's Sale.
Docket "T," No. 553.
In the circuit court of the United States, for
the district of Nebraska.
Flael G. Merriam complainant, vs. Landy U.
Clark, et al., defendants. In Chancery.
FORECLOSURE OK MORTGAOK.
Public notice is s-ereby iriven that in pursu
ance and by virture of a decree entered in the
above cause on the eighth day of June, lW. I.
Samuel S. Curtis, master in chancery of the
circuit court of the United States, for the dis
trict of Nebraska, will, on the twenty-third dav
of April, 1901. at the hour of eleven o'clock in
the forenoon of said day, at the front door of
the Lancaster county court house buildinir, in
the city of Lincoln. Lancaster county, state and
district of Nebraska, sell at auction, for cash
the followinc described proicrty. to-wit
Lot number fifteen 115) in block number
twenty-seven (27) of Kinney's O" Street Ad
dition to the citv of Lincoln, Nebraska, located
on the south-west quarter of the south-east
quarter (s-.-w. ' of the s.-e. "i ) of section twen-tv-four
(24 ), in township ten (10). north of rantre
six (6) east of the sixth P M in the county of
Lancaster and state of Nebraska.
Samuel S. Ccktis, Master in Chancery.
Fr vncis A. Brooan.
Solicitor for Compainant.
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THE LIMITATIONS OF
PAMBE SERANG.
11V KL'DYARD K1PLINCJ
It you consider th circumstances of
the case, it was the only thing that he
could do. But Fambe Serang has been
hanged by the neck till he is dead, and
Nurkeed is dead also.
Three years ago, when the Elsass
Lothringen steamer Saarbuck was coal
ing at Aden and the weather was very
hot indeed, Nurkeed, the big fat Zanzi
bar stoker who fed the second right
furnace thirty feet down in the hold, got
leave to go ashore He departed a
"Seedee boy," as they call the stokers;
he returned the full-fledged sultan of
Zanzibar His Highness Sayyid Bur
gash, with a bottle in each hand. Then
he sat on .the forebatch grating, eating
salt fish and opions, and singing songs
of a far country. The food belonged to
Pambe, the Serang or head man of the
Lascar sailors. He had just cooked it
for himself, turned to borrow some salt,
and when he came back Nurkeed's dirty
black fiogers were spading into the rice.
The Serang is a person of importance,
far above a stoker, though the stoker
draws better pay. He sets the chorus
of "Hya! Hulla! Heeah! Heh" when the
captain's gig is pulled up to the davits;
be heaves the lead, too; and, sometimes,
when all the ship is lazy, he puts on his
whitest muslin and a big ied sash and
plays with the passergers' children on
the quarterdeck. Then passengers give
him money, and he saves it up for an
orgie at Bombay or Calcutta or Pulu
Penang.
'Oh, you fat black barrel, you're eat
ing my food," said Pambe. in the Other
Lingua Franca that begins where the
Levant tongue stops, and runs from
Port Said eastward till east is west, and
the sealing brigs of the Kurile island
gossip with the strayed Hakodate junks.
"Son of Eblis, monkey-face, dried
shark's liver, pig-man, I am the Sultan
Sayyid Burgash, and the commander of
all this ship. Take away your garbage,"
and Nurkeed thrust the empty pewter
rice plate into Pambe's hand.
Pambe beat it into a basin over 2s ur
keed's head. Nurkeed drew his sheath
knife and stabbed Pambe in the leg.
Pambe drew his sheath-knife, but Nur
keed dropped down into the darkness of
the hold and spat through the grating
at Pambe, who was staining the clean
foredeck with his blood.
Only the white moon saw these things,
for the oflicers were looking after the
coaling and the passengers were tossing
in their close cabinB. "All right,'' said
Pambe and went forward to tie up his
leg "we will settle the account later
on."
He was a Malay born in India; married
occe in Burma, where bis wife run a
cigar shop on the Shwe-Dagon road;
once in Singapore, to a Chinese girl; and
once in Madras, to a Mohammedan wo
man, who sold fowls. The English
sailor can not, owing to postal and tele
graph facilities, marry as profusely as
he used to; but native sailors can, being
uninfluenced by the barbarous inven
tions of the western savage. Pambe was
a good husband when he happened to
remember the existence of a wife; but
he was also a very good Malay; and it is
not wise to offend a Malay, because he
does not forget anything. Moreover, in
Pambe's case blood had been drawn and
food spoiled.
Next morning Nurkeed rose with a
blank mind. He was no longer sultan
of Zanzibar, but a very hot Btoker. So
he went on deck and opened his jacket
to the morning breeze; till a sheath
knife came like a flyingfish and stuck
into the woodwork of the cook's gallery
half an inch from his right armpit. He
ran down below before his time, trying
to remember what he could have Baid
to the owner of the weapon. At noon,
when all the ship's Lascars were feed
ing, Nurkesd advanceed into their
midst, and, being a placid man, with a
large regard for his own skin, he opened
negotiations, saying: "Men of the ship,
last night I was drunk, and this morn
ing I know that I behaved unseemly to
some one or another of you. Who was
that man. that I may meet him face to
face and say that I was drunk?"
Pambe measured the distance to Nur
keed's naked breast. If he sprang at
him be might be tripped up, and a blind
blow at the chest sometimes only means
a gash ou the breast bone. Ribs are
difficult to thrust between unless the
subject b6 asleep. So be said nothing;
nor did the other Lascars. Their faces
immediately dropped all expression, as is
the custom of the Oriental when there
is killing on the carpet or any chance of
trouble, Nurkeed looked long at the
white oye-balls. He was only an Afri
can and could not read characters. A
big sigh almost a groan broke from
him, and he went hack to the furnace.
The Lascars took up the conversation
where he had interrupted it. They
talked of the best methods of cooking
rice. Nurkeed suffered considerably
from lack of fresh air during the run to
Bombay. He only came on deck to
breathe when all the world was about;
and even then a heavy block once
dropped from a derrick within a foot of
his head, and an apparently Arm lashed
grating on which he set bis foot begau
to turn over with the intention of drop
ping him on the cased cargo fifteen feet
bolow; and one insupportable night the
sheath-knife dropped from the fo'c's'le,
and this time it drew blood. So Nur
keed made complaint, and, when the
Saarbruck reached Bombay, fled and
buried himself among 800,000 people,
and did not sign articles till the ship had
been a month gone from the port.
Pambe waited too; but his Bombay wife
grew clamorous, and he was forced to
sign in the Spicheren to Houg Kong,
because be realized that all play and no
work gives Jack a ragged shirt. In the
fgy China sea he thought "a great
deal about Nurkeed, and, when Eleass
Lothringen steamers lay in port with
the Spicheren, inquired after him and
found he gone to England via the
Cape, on the Gravelotte. Pambe came
to England on the Worth. The Spich
eren met her by the Nore Light. Nur
keed was going out with Spicheren to
the Calicut coast.
"Want to find a friend, my trap
mouthed coal-scuttle?'' said a gentle
man in the mercantile service. "Noth
ing easier. Wait at the Nyanza docks
till he comes. Everyone comes to the
Nyanza docks. Wait, you poor heathen."
The gentleman spoke the truth. There
are three great doors in the world where,
if you stand long enough, you shall meet
any one you wish. The head of the
Suez canal is one, but there death comes
also; Sharing Cross station is the sec
ondfor inland work; and the Nyanza
docks is the third. At each of these
places are men and women looking
eternally for those who will surely come.
So Pambe waited at the docks. Time
was no object to him; and the wives
could wait, as he did, from day to day,
week to week, and month to month, by
the Blue Dismond funnels, the Red Dot
smoke stacks, the Yellow Streaks, and
the nameless dingy gypsies of the sea
that loaded and unloaded, jostled,
whistled and roared in the everlasting
fog. When money failed a kind gentle
man told Pambe to become a Christian;
and Pambe become one with great speed,
getting his religious teachings between
ship and ship's arrival, and six or sev
en shillings a week for distributing
tracts to mariners. What the faith
was Pambe did not in the least care; but
he knew if he said "Native Ki-Iis-ti-an,
Bar," to men with long black coats he
might get a few coppers; and the tracts
were vendible at a little public house
that sold shag by the "dottel," which is
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But after eight months Pambo fell
sick with pneumonia, contracted from
long standing still in slush; and, much
against his will, he was forced to lay
down in his two-and-sixpenny room
raging against fate.
The kind gentleman sat by his bod
side and grieved to find that Pambe
talked in strange tongues, instead of
listening to good books, and almost
seemed to become a benighted
heathen again till one day ho was
roused from semi-stupor by a voice in
the street by the dockhead. "My f fiend
he," whispered Pambe. "Call now
call Nurkeed. Quick. Cod has sent
him!"
"He wanted one of his own race,"
said the kind gentleman; and, going out,
he called "Nurkeed!" at the top of his
voice. An excessively colored man in a
rasping white ehirt and brand new slops,
a shining hat and a breastpin turned
round. Many voyages had taught Nur
keed how to spend his money and made
him a citizen of the world.
"Hi! Yes!" said he, when the situation
was explained. "Command him black
nigger when I was in the Saarbruck.
ole Pambe, ole Pambe. Dam Lascar.
Show him up, sar;" and he followed into
the room. One glance told the stoker
what the kind gentleman bad over
looked. Pambe was desperately poor.
Nurkeed dove his hands deep into his
pockets, then advanced with clenched
fists on the sick, shouting: "Hya.
Pambe! Hya! Hee-ah! Hulla! Heh!
Takilo! Takilo! Make fast aft, Pambe.
You know, Pambe. You know me,
Dekho, jee! Look! big fat, lazy
Larscar."
Pambe, beckoned with his left hand.
His right was under his pillow. Nur
keed removed his gorgeouB hat and
stooped over Pamba till he could catch
a faint whisper.
"How beautiful!' said the kind gen
tleman. "How these Orientals love
like children."
"Spit him out," said Nurkeed, leaning
over Pambe more clocely.
"Touching the matter of that fish
and onions- " said Pambe and he
sent the knife home under the edge of
the rib-bone upward and forward.
There was a thick sick cough, and
the body of the African slid slowly from
the bed, bis clutching hands letting fall
a shower of silver pieces that ran across
the room.
"Now I can die," Baid Pambe.
But he did not die. He was nnrsed
back to life with all the skill that money
could buy, for the law wanted him; ard
in the end he grew sufficiently healthy
to be bangpd in due and proper form.
Pambe did not care particularly; but
it was a sad blow to the kind gentleman.
Muriel Mulligan Rupert Rafferty
wanted me ter elope wit him yestiddy
afternoon.
FiK Flannigan Why didn't yer?
Muriel Mulligan I wuz afraid I
wouldn't git back in time fer supper.
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