The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1856-1888, 1881-05-28

behind me, and saw me play the vain, thought
less, false hearted fool. She turned away from
the ickle hearted deceiying wretch. And it was
she who was standing on the deck Of the steamer,
it sailed away, and sent ashore to the base
wretch in whom she had hoped, and whom she
found playing false to her. and false to himself
Il see it all now.-It was no spirit gripping at
my heart but the very body of social justice
arresting me and booming me for high crime
against true love
"Poytash " Poytash!" " shouted Lajos as be
threw up his arms, and closed his eyes, as in in
tense pain. - 1 must go. / shall find u way
across the sea to her-and when she sees me
dragged out OF the brine and foam, she will
forgive me- And whilst speaking, Lajos rushed
towards the door; Poytash stroye TO hold him; but
he broke away from the stewards grasp, and had
rushed out Of the door, when he was stopped by
the clasp Of the master Of Iviole
Lajos would have shaken loose from the hands
# the latter. But POytash had seized one arm,
and the master the other; and after some en-
treaty, they pressed the excited youth into
chair.
Laios sat with look Of suIen despair and de-
termination. He listened without reply to the
expostuIation and explanation of his two
guardians.
=. Away with despair and any plot Of mischief
against yourself,'' said the master. "This is
event, indeed that goes beyond any ordinary
dreaming and romancing And you were found
in false position. And your true lover goes
away with agony in her heart. But for that
very agony's sake, you should not despair |
hoped that you would not discover so soon, what
had happened; but since Poytash has disclosed to
YOU so much, | must let you know all. See
what / have-some lines from the departing
steamer, brought ashore by the pilot, and for
you" And he handed to Laios a small note,
a mere twist of paper, with the address in pen
ell 'sTo Baron L. Wass, Hawaiian Hotel" And
Laios read these words 90 The love under the
linden tree sent my heart to you over the ocean
till saw your arms twined round another woman.
Give orders when you get home to cut down that
linden.-Z."
Lajos, read aud re-read the lines. He turned
the scrap of paper over, and scanned 1t with the
minutest scrutiny. After while he said with
strange tone of calmness. - She wrote it,
surely she wrote it and she was here and she
is now in mid ocean-It is not dream-it Is not
a dream''-And as he spoke, he struck his fore
head with his clenched fist. Then he settled in
to a state of perfect calm, with head thro wn
back. eyes closed, and hands clasped on top of
his head
The master of Iviole was reassured by this
calm II must be exhaustion of nature he thought;
and he hoped that weariness, the late hour, and
need Of fslumber would give him rest in repose
Lajos said he would 90 to bed, and the ranchero
retired.
But his slumbers were disturbed. \ nervous
unrest compelled him to rise. lie hastily put
on wrapper and slippers and went to the door of
Laios He found it fastened. He wanted to get
some reassuring sound that the young man slept.
lie went to a window opening, closed by vene
tian. lie listened in vain, with his ear at the
riffs Of the lattice for some sounds of sleeper.
All was deadly still. He open ed the venetian,
entered the chamber, and found the bed empty.
Without loss of a moment. he FASTENED to bis
room. put on some clothes and rushing into the
street, iustinctively hurried his steps to the
steamer 5 wharf.
When nearing the waters brink he approached
softly, and heard a sobbing and murmuring sound
proceed from crouching object; and gradually
his sight pierced the gloom, till he discerned
Lajos kneeling by ahawser post and only the
tapping Of the tide among the wharf timbers
and the murmuring of Lajos broke on the solemn
-tiIlress Of the night.
After a while Lajos rose up, and holding up his
clasIed hands, said in an undertone OF agony.
- Lord, forgive me-und let me go. 1 am not
fit. l am not fit to live - And be stepped
owaIds the brink but was almost Immediately
sezed IN the arms Of the master. who exclaimed ::
- And surely not fit to die Ah, you miserable
oward? Where is your royal Hunnsh blood
hat once made Rome and Europe tremble and
that but the other day, charged with BEN the
outianking hosts Of two Empires? Where is the
blood Of Wass, that bore a torn and shattered
tandard through crushing ranks OF CTOats
Valaks and invading Russ Let me slay you
here, and shed your blood on this wharf with nv
own hand. you cowardly, miserable Magyar,
rather than you should Jump into this muddy
tide, to be pulled out like dog OF rat from the
OOze -
And the master, reused with a passion of
anger, mad P ushed the young man backward
f rom the brink. Lajos indeed taken aback
The angry tone and bitter taunts changed some
what the current of his feeling. And he shouted.
" Do you call me a coward ?''
" Yes. a mean coward, - said the master that
after trifing with two women, wants to hide his
weak head and heart in a dirty oblivion
Lajos had raised his hand to strike. The
master stretched out both arms, fully exposing
his breast, and said - Strike me strike me-
right on the heart!' Lajos held back his hand.
He gazed a moment or two at the master stand
ing with outstretched arms. lie bowed his head
and said in a changed, sad tone. Il am a
coward ; a false coward why let me live -
The master took hold of the young mans arm
he linked 1t with his own, and said; - The devil
and folly shall not conquer. wounded heart
goes over the sea, sorrowing for you. Rouse up
Laios. and gs in quest of that love to the utter
most parts of the earth. 1t is a Kingdom for
your own true brave Magyar soul to find and win
| and keep. Will you be King for sweet Zoe:
sake. or a dead muddy dog for your own selfish
| passion and vanity's sake? Will you 60 with
me, LAjOs ?''