THE FORT MILL TIMES ;
Published Every Thursday.
FORT MkLL, SOUTH CAROLINA I
The Girl of I
My Dreams
:
I tA Novalliation of the Play by* I (
I Wilbur D. Neabit and Otto Hauerbach P
wiiBUR D. NESBIT lj;
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SYNOPSIS. C
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Harry Swlfton Is expecting a visit from *
hJs fiancoe. Luny Medders. a Quakeress 0
whom he met In the country. His auto
crashes Into another machine containing
a beautiful woman and a German count. L
The woman's hat Is ruined and Harry
escapes. His sister. Caroline, arrives at
his home to play hostess. Socrates Primmer.
cousin of Lucy'B, arrives with a j
hat Intended as a present for Lucy. Harry
Is trailed to his home by the Count
and Mrs. Gen. Blazes, who demands her ^
hat, a duplicate of which she says has
been delivered at Harry's house. She Is a
In great feur lest her husband hear of j.
her escapade. Lucy Medders and her
father arrive and the count Is hidden In b
one room and Mrs. Blazes In another. ^
Harry Is forced to do some fancy lying to 1
keep Lucy from discovering the presence
of tne woman. The milliner. Daphne Daf- j,
flngton, who proves to be an old flame of 4"
Harry's, arrives to trace the missing du- t'
plicate hat and more complications en- f
us.
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CHAPTER V.?(Continued.)
s
"No," Harry blundered. "It's for i
another woman." d
Daphne drew herself up with the
pose of a tragedy queen. j t
"Aha!" Ehe 6aid, In denunciatory _
tones. "So you'ro up to your old t
tricks, are you?" g
Harry wilted at that, and could v
make no sufficient reply.
"Well," Daphne decided, "I'll make
you the hat?on one condition. I'll g)
pet It finished this afternoon, provided
that you and I?Just our two little h
selves?shall have one of our old time t,
cozy, comfy dinners tonight." c*(
Harry was aghast. This was too j.
much. The more he tried to get out '
of his trouble the more new troutdes ((
were invented for him. p
"Daphne," he said, "I?I 6imply p]
can't do that."
"Two years ago," Daphne reminded p]
Mm. "you would have jumped at the
chance to have the dinner, aud never ^
have bothered about the hat."
"I know, but, Daphne, it is impossible.
You see. these guests will be
here, and I can't be away when 1 (]
should be entertaining them."
"They won't miss you." Daphne n
said, cruelly. "You're not so very en- I
tertaining." Jj
"I know it?aud I'm at my worst today.
So," with a hopeful cadence in
his voice, "you get me the hat and .
we'll have that little dinner some oth
er evening."
"No dinner tonight, no hat today." [
was Daphne's ultimatum, when from |
somewhere 1n the house caine the
voices of Lucy and Carolyn calling to J jjj
Ilarry.
"Great Scott!" he muttered. "This f
thing's getting worse! They mustn't .i:
see you here." |
, "They?" Daphne asked. "Who are |
they?" |
"One Is my sUter; the other is?the jjjj
other girl." jjlj
"Oh, goodness. Harry!" Daphne al- Jrnoet
wept "I didn't mean tj get you
into trouble. Hide inc. hide me!
Heavens! If there should be any talk
about me?just when tny millinery
business Is doing so Llcely. You ""
ought to be ashamed to allow an Innocent
girl to take such chances as
thl8" fh
But Harry was hurrying her toward ^
the library door. At first he had un- dj
consciously started her toward the ,v
r\thor ramamhprf nc? f
V/IUVI VUV| UUl AAVk t VV v? , . V4MV 0
that Mrs. Blazes was there. He mately
directed her to go into the library,
and then said in a hasty whisper: it
"Don't pay any attention to the
roan in there. Just hide yourself in
there a few minutes, and I'll get the ngirls
to go back downstair^ on some ty.
pretext." 1C
As the door closed on Daphne he
left the rcom and so he did not hear
from the library the vo.ee of the t{,
Count saying: fr,
"Veil, py gracious! Liddle Daphne." tjj
Nor the amazed tone of Daphne a.she
exclaimed: t0
"Why, Count! What are you doing
here?"
?:? ly;
CHAPTER VI.
For a time there was siier.ce in '.ha J vi,
room. Then the door of one room t ou
opened and Mrs. Blazes peered anx- j pjC.
iously forth. an
"1 wonder why he is so long getting
that hat." she said to hcrseir. j Kn
The door across from her began ,
to open, and she hurriedly dashed | br
hack and closed her door. The Count
and Daphne came from the library 1 b:
"Indeed." Daphne said, "he might m;
have told me you were in there But
maybe he meant it as a surprise to inj
me." , he
She simpered and peeped rogu:sh.y 1 a
at tho. Count.
"I hope," the Count, said, "it vas a hl<
surprise. To think dot now ve ha!T
a meetings." pe
"The pleasure is all yours, sweet be
noble of teutonic blood," said Daphne. Ot
with fine sarcasm.
The Count lookod at her with piQue. nit
shaking his head mournfully. otl
"To thick!" he sighed. "After all bli
I spend on you. den you leave me ^ st:
rattrng ?or yon fn such <Sisg?acerulicss
on der corner!"
Daphne tried to explain.
"Honest, County," she said, at which
jet name he flinched. "Honest, Coun:y,
I didn't mean to disappoint you,
jut a traveling gentleman I hadn't
seen for a long time came through,
md as I hadn't seen him for so long,
[ went to supper with him. You see, '
he trouble with you and me was the
vay we talked. Half the time I
ouldn't understand you and the other
lalf you couldn't understand me."
Th^ Count looked at her blankljr.
rler explanation cHd not explain at all.
"Such a deceltfulness!" he unid. .
'And after I gave you my ring. How
lared you keep it?"
The Count's haughty Indignation
>ver her having kept his ring was j
lnctured with a iittle twinge of contcience
over the fact that, separated
rom them by only a thin door, was
mother lady to whom, that very day,
le had given a similar ring. The
lount had the habit of "wishing on" a
ing, as an incident of his various fliratlons.
And no sooner did he wish It
in then he began to wish it back.
"I didn't keep your old ring!"
)aphne retorted. i
"You didn't?"
"No. I gave it; away to a gentleman
rlcnd."
"Vat!" the Count asked, In noble
orror. "You gave my beaudlful ring i
,vay. Ach! To think of it, mit all i
Is family unt historical significance,
ting on der finger of some common
er6on!"
"Indeed," Daphne snapped. "He <
onv norcnn I tt'nnt vnu
o know. Me is the head of a noble
amily, a respected citizen and a par- :
icular admirer of mine."
The Count regarded her with an icy i
tare as he said crushingly:
"I am afraid den he iss not so par- j 1
leu'ar as he might be."
For a moment the very air was
ense between them. The Count
iared at Daphne, and Daphne rejrned
his glare with fiery interest. !
he leaned over until her sharp nose <
as within three inche3 of his face,
nd said to him in razory accents:
"You can't insult me. I've been in- 1
Jlted by experts!"
The Count jumped as though he 1
ad been pricked by a pin. This set- ?
eg of him down as a nonentity, ac- :
jmpanied by a sharp snap of the '
nger, was a bit more cavalier treat- t 1
ient than he had ever received. He j 1
" ?' r?# nntViinrr in aair I r? mh 1V !
JUJU UiililV U1 JIULiUU?> IU aai ?*? *
aphne, now thoroughly angry, went 1
5: \ .
"I want you to understand that Genral
Blazes?" *
"You gave my ring to Cheneral
lazes!" the Count gasped. s
"Sure," Daphne replied.
"Meln Gott 1m hlmrael!" 1
With one of hLs rings on the Gen- 3
ral's finger and the other on the
lufui 11 liip fi11 lu ^.i niiimt "ti.IT ft
j ^ |
The Idea!" She Ejaculated. "I Won't t
Breathe the Same Air With That s
German Foreigner!" j
iger of the General's wife, the J
ought was too much. The fount I
opped limply into a chair and !
agged his head grimly.
"Roth rings in der same family! ^
?h, CJott!" he murmured. .
Harry hurried into the room, and ^
opped in astonishment at sight of ^
em.
"Here!" he exclaimed. "vou shouldI
\)
t have come out here. Get back In 1 f
e library for a minute and then I'll j '
t you escape." ^
He smiled easily now. for he he- ,
veri he had arranged matters ?o
at he could eliminate these people ..
Dm his home and have some peace -.
e rest of the day. q
Daphne and the Count meekly ecrcd
the library, and Harry ran to c
e door of his bedroom and was c
out to open It when be beard Caro- ;
a calling him:
"Oh Harry, where are you?"
Mrs. Blazes, hearing him at her ti
or. opened it and was now renting ,,
t. when, to her utter astonishment i
shoved her back into the noni
d pulled the door to. D
"I'm coming," he called to Carolyn.
d hurried out again.
Simutancously the d. or of the 11- rj
ary opened, and Daphne emerged.
"The idea!" sho ejaculated. "I won't
euthe the same air with that Gerin
fcr< Igner!"
Then the heard some or.e approach- rr
g th" room, and consternation seized a
r. She looked nervously about lor
;.!nce of concealment.
"Where can 1 hide? Where can 1 y
le?" she wailed. b
The- voices came nearer, and des
rate'y she rushed to the door ol the h
droom wherein was Mrs. Diazes, fl
,ening the door, she dashed In.
With mutual exclamations of recogion
she r.nd Mrs. Diazes saw each ,
ier. And tho doc- was still trein- gi
ng shut when Lucy and iiarry la
oiled into the den. oi
bisters m affliction and advrrsuy,
Mrs. Diazes and Daphne were not long
In confiding to each other. In bated
whispers, the reasons for their pres
ence. Daphne's position was one well
calculated to upset her nerves. Outside
were two men with whom the
had flirted, one of whom wanted s
ring he had given her and which she
had presented t? the husband of the
lady with whom she was talking
On the other hand. Mrs. Diazes waa
not happily situated. Without a per
feet duplicate of her hat she felt that
she could not go home. She could not
leave the room now, to go home, anyway.
And now. locked in with her, ws.s
the only person who could make a
duplicate of her hat.
"What are we to do?" she tearfully
asked Daphne.
"Be cjuiet and listen to what goes
on out there," Daphne told her. "Mr.
Swifton is just as anxious to get us
out as we are to get out. If some
one else doesn't drop in and have to
be hidden 1 think he will work it
some way."
"Well, if I get out of here undiscovered,"
said Mrs. Blazes, raising her
hand to wipe away a tear, "I'll never
flirt again."
Daphne's sharp eyes saw a familiar
ring on her finger.
"What a lovely ring, Mrs. Blazes!"
she dissimulated. "Did your husband
give It to you?"
"What? Oh, this ring?" Mrs. Blazes
answered guiltily, folding her other
hand about It carelessly, so as to
conceal it. "Oh. no, that's just a ring
that belongs to a friend of mine."
Daphne could not understand It, and
yet she could not ask any more quesHons.
She contented herself with saying:
"I've heard that sometimes rings
brought bad luck."
CHAPTER VII.
When Harry and Lucy strolled Into
the den. just after Daphne had suc:eeded
in getting Into the room with
Mrs. Blazes, they were followed by
Mr. Meddcrs. Mr. Medders was flndng
many things to Interest him in
Harry s norae. t uis was me nrsi time
le had ever been where he might
launter from room to room and eximine
pictures, books and bric-a-brac
?many of which were of a kind that
vere not popular In his own environnent.
"Oh, Harry," Lucy said /'this Is Just
he most delightful visit!"
"I'm doing everything I can to make
t pleasant for you, and I hope nothing
tappens to spoil it," Harry *aid.
Medders, moving about the den,
itopped at the door of the library. j
"What is in theye, my boy?" he
isked. "I haven't been in that room
et."
"There?" Harry repeated, nervously.
'Oh, that's just a junk room."
"Thee means a bunk room." Lucy
orrected him, mischievously.
"Yes," Harry said. "It's a Junk
>unk room."
> ? 1.1 t?_ ^ f ,1 ,1 ?"n Innb
YUIIJJ, saiu i.TlI. .nt'UUCIS, ** juun
>unk room must be Interesting."
And before Harry could stop him he
tad opened the door and started la,
inly to step back and say:
"Why, there is some one in here."
"Is there?" Harry asked, affecting
lurprise, hastily trying to think how
>ig ihe headlines would be in tho
lapers the next day.
"Why, who can it be?" Lucy asked.
Harry, feeling that all was lost, still
acked his brain for some half-way
easonable explanation of the pres:nce,
as he thought, of Daphno aa
veil as the Count, iu his library.
"Why, you see," he began, "they?
hey are?"
"They?" Medders said. "There la
inly one man in here."
Harry was lost for language ana
icreft of thought when the Count
talked majestically from the door.
Co one else could be seen In tho
Ibrary. Harry looked swiftly through
he doorway Into every corner of that
oom. asking himself: "Where the
ickcns has she gone?"
She was no longer mere, mat mucn
>as certain. And he turned to see
he Count bowing .stiffly to Mr. Meders
and Lucy. The Count held a
ook in his hand, and as his head
ose from one of his deep bows he
,inked earnestly at Harry?a helprul.
riendly wink, which was as though
said for hint not to worry, that the
'ounr would back him up in any
(cry he told.
"I beg your nardor." Harry '.allied
i had quite forgotten the Count. Mi-s
lenders, Mr. Medders, this Is U.o
'ount von Fitz."
The Count bowed beautifully. Lucy
ourteHed, her father shook the
cunt's hand?and still ev r;. thing
as r.ot explained.
"And is the gentleman thy instrnc>r.
perhaps?" M u :-u - asked, noting
v.* bcok the Ccun' held, and associut:g
i" .vith the lar-t ;ha. the Count had
em in the library.
Harry fairly bubbbd with joy at
:: . helpful su?g> s'ioh. all paeonciously
given b\ Medders.
"\e-." he said, "lie is my G> rmati
itor "
?t<? r.i: coxTTN*fFr?.)
^Vhat He Mear.t.
I thought irom what you said to
ic yesterday that old Sk.ids had .c-:
11 his money?..
-What did I say?"
"Why. you said that the las: time
ou saw him he was at the end of
is rope "
"Oh! You see the last time i saw
1m he was just finishing a campaign
igar someone had given him "
Always the Best Way.
it takes courage to keep quiet and
0 on It is not an easy way. but It
1 the way which, having taken, g:i
ae ever regret*.
[ , 3E5j
How a "Sacrec
Sudden Affeeti
Gi!hespie King
Airican TribeDusky
Harem 1
Throne, and Jl
Wives Made It
Him That He H
Country.
} ~
"Cursed bo the man. the poorest wretch
In lifd?
The crouching vassal to the tyrant wife."
Tbis was written of the henpecked
husband with one wife?but to have
sixteen sucn tyrants iurever uag- j
ging at your soul, even the poet could
not do justice to the feelings of Hugh
Edward Gilhesple, an Englishman, who
fled from a perfectly good African
throne to escape the nightly curtain
lectures of his sixteen "beloveds." He
was literally henpecked off the throne
by this "anvil chorus."
Stranger adventures probably never
befel a man, even in the realms of Action,
than have been the lot of this
native of Newcastle. England.
While hunting in the jungle in Rritlsh
East Africa, he fell asleep and
was captured by the "black men,"
who took him before their king. He
fought that potentate and "licked"
him; became the ruler in his stead,
because of the attachment for him of
a sacred monkey ,and entered into full
royal possession, including a dusky
harem. And his sixteen wives, according
to his own statement, "henpecked"
him off the throne and out
of the "kingdom.'
Cilhespie's mates on the Royal
Prince, an African coast trading vessel
on which the ex-king is second engineer,
corroborate his story in many
Cr-crtich.
KJi no uriaus. ucaiucr, iur
man still retains that furtive look
which marks the man with the "tyrant
wife"?or wives?the world over.
Even as he told the story of strange
adventure he would cast worried
glances over his shoulder, as if fearful
that In New York his former
jueens might appear at any moment.
By HUGH EDWARD GILHESPIE.
I was born in Newcastle, England,
and served my apprenticeship at Hawthornes.
Nine years ago?I am now
twenty-eight?I entered the service of
the Prince line. At the time of my
adventure I was, as I am now, the second
engineer on the Iloyal Prince,
trading from Mombasa to New York. ;
1 had often touched at East African
ports, aud for a long time had wanted
to do some big game shooting. 1
want to say right now, though, that i
my desires along that line are fully j
satisfied. Never again will I desert j
the paths of civilization. I might be !
made king again. Ugh!
Hut to continue with my story. At I
Mombasa I obtained the necessary
leave, and with a guide set out for
the jungle. We soon came upon
the trail of elands, and followed It
ior some nours. Eventually, when the
trail became stronger, my guide suggested
that we separate so that we
could come on the game from two
sides. We followed this plan, and
hence my "kingly'?and henpeckedadventure.
For an hour 1 followed the track of
the game, and then found that I was
lost. I shouted and fired my gun sev- |
eral times, In the hopes that the guide i
wstild hear me, but all to no purpose.
I was lost, and so had to make the
test of It. For a time I tried to retrace
my steps, but only made matters ,
worse, and evidently had wandered far
into the jungle. When . linost worn '
out by hunger and ray long tramp. 1
lay down for a little rest.
Lands on King's Solar Plexus.
I don't know how long I had been
asieep, v.iu'n i was dWHKcnou by a
rough shake of the shoulder. I opened
ir.y eyes, and there before rne, stood j
the most villainous bunch of natives
it has e\?r befallen to my lot to see. ;
They had already taken possession of j
my rifle and revolver, so that when I
they motioned for me to follow their
leadc-r there was nothing else to do. Besides.
I v.as so nearly famished that
I would have gone anyhow in the hope
that they would give me something tc
eat.
The march led to their village, and i
there 1 was presented to the king, a
big black "bullet head" Individual who
sat in an old arm chair, probably se- I
cured from some seaport town. Over i
this chair was thrown a lion s skin.
The natives kowtowed to their mon- ;
arch, and bade me do likewise. 1 i
wouldn't make an obeisance, and by j
signs so declared. Then the) tried ;
to force me to bow. Instead, they
started about the prettiest little row ;
you ever saw. When I finished with
that r rt-w three of tliem were Jtretch- ! i
td out cold before the royal throne '
and half a dozen others were nurs- | (
lng oadly bruised faces. ]
At this point his majesty took a i
band in the fracas, and for real nerve
you have got to hand It to that black j ]
man. But be lacked the training, or i
else 1 might not be here to tell the <
tale. Six times he rushed me, and 1
each time I stretched him out with a <
?i r
r Monkey's
on Made Hu^h
of a Cannibal
-Inheriting the
with the
ten How the 16
So Hot for
ad to Flee the
f
'* ? I
stiff right to the Jaw. Rut always he
was back looking for more, and I was
getting a bit winded in the fight.
When he tried to close with me. however,
I landed on his solar plexus and
he went out for the count?and hen
some.
Monkey to "Blame" for Throne.
When I had "knocked out" the king
I expected that all his subjects would
rush me and try to kill me; that they
didn't I have only fate to thank. As
the scowls I'.itherr.d hlnel-osf on those
dusky faces a little monkey that had
been sitting on the arm of the chair?
the throne, I mean?ran out to where
I was standing and, jabbering as if it
had met an old friend, climbed up to
my shoulder, nestling contentedly
against my cheek.
That instant a great change came
over the "populace." As one man the
natives prostrated themselves before
There stood before me a most villainous
bunch of natives.
me. beating their heads on the ground :
and uttering weird cries that fright- 1
ened me more than had the light.
After this had kept up for a few mo- '
raents an old chap with a big stafT.
the head carved in the shape of a i
strange bird, came toward me and
kowtowed. Then he pointed to me
and next to tjhe throne. Finally It be- : 1
gan to dawn upon me that I had been '
chosen to succeed the king I had just 1
"deposed." 1
As I walked toward the throne the 1
natives chanted some sort of a song 1
that made nn* regret I had a cultivated
ear tor music I didn't wonder
that it brought all the men, women
and children who had missed the fight
rushing to tnr scene. nor tnat unaer <
its influence the former king?I was
really "It" now?returned to con
sciousnoss.
Hp cave one look at me as I Fat
perilled on the throne, the monkey
still clir.sina to iny shoulder, and I
then lie looked in the direction of the 1
"palace" door Just back of the throne
II" didn't wait for any parting words,
but with a shriek that threatened to
endanger my iar drums fled to the
for at. His dep.irt.ure was hastened
bil lit. Mb i
mer subjects sent after him.
Sixteen Eiack Wives in Doorway.
After he had disappeared among the
trees 1 looked curiously about me. As
my glance reached the doorway of my
"palace" the sight caused me to half
rise. There, in a semi-circle in the
doorway, sat sixteen women?the |
blackest I had ever seen. Their skirts
of red flowered calico, cut short and
on the bia3, were about their only article
of apparel, unless one would include
under that name their anklets. 1
bracelets and nose rings and earrings 1
of brass. Then about the neck of
each hung great necklaces of lion's i
teeth. It was qui'o evident, i figured
judging from the number each woman
wore, tha' lions' teeth were away
above par in my new kingdom. ^
As I looked at them?and they re- 1
turned my glances with wifely grins c
? 1 began to think I had been mistak- a
en in my premise that the old king ^
had fled from fear of me. It looked
as if he had seen a good chance to
duck" from those sixteen queens and ^
had taken it. I almost envied him 3
right tben. and before my three 1
weeks on the throne were up my en- o
t-y was unadulterated?it was green- i 'J
?yed. ! f
Put nt that moment my chief
thought was l'ood. so I bade tits medicine
man, who understood a' fewwords
of English, to hurry through
the initiatory ceremony and have my
"chef" prepare me some food instanter.
As I ravenously devoured the fruit
and baked ground nuts that were
brought to me, the old man in his
sadly damaged English informed me
how 1 came to be made king It
seems that the monkey, which had
perched on my shoulder, was a sort
of a personification of a god the natines
worshiped, and which lived in
the jungle When the monkey ran
out to me and climbed up my sleeve,
it was a sign, so the natives thought,
that the god had chosen me for their
ruler.
Here I was king, and it looked to
me as if I had best exercise the prepogatives
of my office until I had a
chance to get hack to civilization Besides,
I was a bit curious to see just
what kind of a king I would make.
So I decided to stay on the job, for a
while anyhow.
Haggling for Lions' Teeth On.
That night I retired to my palace, a
hut built of weeds and grasses. My
queens, whose apartments were in two
huts separated from the palace, did
not bother me that night, but the next
morning, when I started out for a
stroll, all sixteen crowded around.
The ringleader, or, I should say, m>
supposed ravorea wire?she was toe
fattest, and In African social circles
that is the mark of beauty in women
?acted as spokeswoman. I couldn't
understand a word she said, so called
my friend the medicine man and he,
with much kowtowing. Interpreted.
Sennenneh?that was my "favorite's"
name; it means "peace." but I
think Sen's father must have laughed
in ghoulish glee at the practical
joke he was playing on some poor,
unfortunate man when he named her
?Sennenneh called me the "light of
the sun" and other pretty names. I
was suspicious all the time that she
wasn't complimenting me for nothing,
and when she pointed to those lions'
teeth that encircled her fat neck and
the fifteen others followed suit. 1 knew
I was I? for trouble. There followed
a lot of gibberish which was interpreted
as meaning that my sixteen
wives expected me to show my appreciation
of their devotion by providing
more lions' teeth.
Talk about a man being henpecked
by one wife! \ I had sixteen, and they
had the art of <yirtaiL lectures down
to about the finest point imaginable.
Of course, 1 tried to stop them, hut
there are some things that even a
king is powerless to do. and that was
one of them.
Finally, with my jead swimming
from the concentrates chatter of my
harem, I fled to iny throne. There I
rested in peace, but when the fear of
fever in the night air finally drove me
back to the palace the whole harem
vented its pent up spleen upon iny
poor head.
Henpecked Off Throne.
It was terrible, and so one night,
after 1 had been tempted to murder
about sixteen of them?meaning all?I
slipped out the palace door with my
rifle In my hand and silently fled
through the forest?literally henpecked
off my throne.
I had gone but a few yards when
I heard a noise behind me and the
sacred monkey came running down
the path As I picked it up a sound
smote my ears that made my blood
run cold. It was made by my sixteen
wives in hot pursuit of their deserting
husband. I took but on:) glance toward
the clearing in front of the pal
ice; directly toward me the sixteen
were headed. "Peace" in the lead. 1
waited for no more, but dived into
the thick underbrush and ran for my
life. All night 1 stumbled through
the Jungle, with the monkey as my
inly guide. The monkey was again
my salvation, and it led me to a path
that 1 followed all the next day.
Ordained king of the tribe.
ibout sunset, when I was famishing
or food and water, I came on the
amp of an English hunting party,
nd Etaid with it until wo reached
lombasa.
It's a strange story, but it is true,
tnd if Sophie?that is the sacred rnon
;ey's nurae now?could only speak,
he would confirm every word of how
was made a king and then henpecked
ff my throne. I had royalty thrust
ipon me, and ojo trial was enough,
sever agaia!