The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1856-1888, 1880-10-09

well the highest part of it, and-and-Fn
young and strong
Yes, it's all true said poor Hattie, and
these four words were all she could say.
Il shall not forget you, Hattie. 1t may
be twenty years before we meet again, but
! even then 1 shall be yours only
Hattie smiled, but this time it was a poor,
worn, wan, struggling smile.
Il shall be old and faded then, joe
1t does not natter he returned with a
loving gaze. You may be old and faded,
worn and shrivelled, but you will be more to
me than any other woman m e
A great mist seemed to have come over
the river, as the girl said ~.-
We must part now, dear Joe
They walked on silently for a little time.
Il said tomorrow, Hattie he said, as they
reached the old church. IN bind you by
no promise
I'VE have the world before us and God to
aid us, dear heart she replied.
They stood and gazed sadly on the grave
stones /; there seemed nothing but an atmo-
sphere of dampness and decay amongst
them, only the warm love and young hope
in their breasts, but these tIiumphed even
in the sadness of the hour.
He held her in his arms for one last caress,
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he had gone.
And SO they parted with wrung hearts,
fearing, as many lovers have feared, that the
hour-glass of time, or the scythe of Death,
would stand between them in this life.
And the river flowed onward to the sea.
Joe Berthfeld returned to New York and
to the boarding house, where his worldly
goods were packed ready for transit, in a
Io1-oora1 ord raroarcafnl Sfofo of mind Ho
was miserable enough, heaven knows, and
though he bit his lips until the blood almost
came, and clenched his teeth, it was hard
work to keep the tears from starting.
1t was in vain that he inwardly exhorted
heart. Nature, not manhood, was upper
most. He could not eat, but lighting a
cigar and repairing to his dingy room he
luxury-that of thinking of Hattie Hadwin.
He folded his arms tightly across his breast,
thinking about her, and then he leant out
with some romantic idea that the vino
would watt her breath to him, or that the
same moon should look down upon both.
He had not naturally a genius for ~self-tor-
will do such things.
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wife, and he saw her fretted and worn,
struggling for her father with adverse cir
cumstances, and sinking quietly but surely
while his arm would be far from her.
Within ten hours from that time Joe
Berthfeld was engaged at seaman's wages
to work under the engineer of the steamship
Yeddo. At nine o'clock he had passed
through the Narrows. @ 9al
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his belief in Hattie's faithfulness, although
no vows had been registered, very consider
able his belief In his own, amazingly firm.
Success is certain till energy fails, said
Joe, as he commenced to dump a lot of coal
through a stokehole. s.. sIil. u.s..
1t was perhaps ten years after this that a
lady, richly clad in silk and furs, walked up
Fifth Avenue, New York, one bright, crisp
winters day. She carried a small roll of
music under her cloak, and stopped at one
of the large palatial houses that face the
Catholic Cathedral. l.ll .ns.s.t
She rang the bell and was quickly adj
mitted into the magnificent parlor. She
opened her music, laid aside her wrappings,
and taking a short peep into a superb pier
glass, set in ebony frame, revealed the face
of Hattie Hadwin. ..- . t.a
Tall, gay, handsome and careless, with a
bewitching drollery about the mouth, and a
rather masterful eye. n- 81 l5's'i
Presently the door was opened, and a tall
and wilful looking girl, with a pair of fash
ing blue eyes, almost ran in. She would
have embraced Hattie on the spot, but the
latter drowned the effort in her own signii-
cant way ; she laid her hand on the young
shoulders. saying
We'll, Julie, how is the voice, and how
have you prospered with the song 2
oh, Miss Hattie, papa says | am hoarse
and that | have a cold, but let me try
Hattie Hadwin had the knack of making
herself particularly charming to her pupils,
who all adored her after the fashion of young
girls.
Miss Julie Van Zutphen was no exception
to the rule, so the two sat down and pro-
coed very amiably for some time. At last
the fantasy seized Hattie that Miss Van
Zutphen should repeat a certain passage. a
given number of.times as a penalty for the
short of the mode of performing it. .
The young girls spirit did not bear the
burden very meekly-frst, her pride arose /;
then modification did battle with pride, and
lastly, the spirit of s%ullenness descended and
utterly paralyzed Miss Van Zutphen's vocal
powers. /.
A dreaded pause ensued. Hattie, smiling
to herself as the altered information fell upon
her ear, turned round and met such a full
of Indignation on the pretty face as
made her smile a good deal more.
She then commenced the song herself
a crimson rosebud into beauty breaking,
.... A hand outstretched to pluck it ere it falls
An hour of triumph, and Q sad forsaking .-.
And then, q withered rose-leaf-that is all.
"a maiden's heart that knoweth not loves darting
Avoice that teaches love beyond recall,
An hour of joy, an hour of bitter parting a..
.- And then . broken heart-and that is all"
She sang it deliciously, and in so doing
or seemed to forget her surrounding.
The ~invincible spirit of music spoke to her
Of other things, and as her fingers wandered
over the keys, her face grew very wistful,
almost sad, and she no longer remembered
even to tease Miss Van Zutphen, who was
affected like Saul, in SO far that the mutinous