The Hawaiian gazette., 1883-10-31
A Rliehted Life.
"Pass the butter"

ass tuc DuLleI.
Out beneath the star gemmed sky, and IN
der the sturdy old oaks that had bid defiance
to the storms Of centuries, Girohe Mahaffy
and George W. Simpson were sitting that
beautiful J une night, the balmy breath of the
evening that was being waited in signing
kisses from the everglades Of Florida made
vocal by the chirp of the cricket, and the
low, mellow note of the dissipated tom cat,
as he wandered listlessly around the back
yard, now and then lodging in nouchalant,
languid fashion tile latest booijack as it came
hurling through the air with cruel force, or
stopping beneath window 10 see if his howl
was still within reach.
Upon from the westward came the sound of
the sea as its silvered foam FLASHED in rhythmic
cadence on the white sands Of the beach, and
through the masses of foliage that encircled
Brierton Villa could be seen, ever and anon,
especially anon, the ftful flicker of the ice
cream hairs that decked the horizon in every
direction
1t was a night for poets pen, painters
brush, or a large schooner Of Weiss beer, and
as Girohe sat there in the cleaning her
thoughts wandered back to the days Of a year
agone, when every moment Of her life was
trimming over with JOY, and every day seemed
rose-tinted dream from which one would
never care TO waken.
And now all Was changed. Standing on
the verge of womanhood and watching with
wistful eyes for the mists Of futurity TO rise,
her life should have been happy one as
Hope called to her with jocnnd voice aud
Youth laughed back response.
But instead of this the darksome shadows
Of doubt and fear fell ever Oh the pure, young
face, and in the sweet, brown eyes there was
a wistful, yearning, heaven-kn knows I-wish-
my-shoes- Notwithstanding look that was
pitiful in Its sad beauty
''You can not love me, George" she says,
at last, cor you would not leave me in this
manner-go away for two whole days, when
you know that my heart will be breaking for
you, and that every moment Of your absence
will be an age of tor ture and doubt and
coming to his side the places her arms about
his neck in q shy, hesitating, don't-know
whether-I-am- afoot-or-hurseback fashion that
tells its own sweet story Of a love that will
never fade or faller as long as the collateral
securities hold out.
And so they and there, the moments pass
ing by unheeded, the girl nestled in his arms
secure in the deep trustfulness OF an over
towering passion, while the man, smoothing
her fair forehead gently, bends over her now
and then to kiss the rosy lips that are up
turned to his, and then wonders, in dreamy,
idylic, North-side fashion who was the last man
that held similar situation on Circles stall,
might have been.
Suddenly the girl breaks the silence-shc
had broken the man on the last matinee day
And you must really go?" she says real
lY and truly ~
''Yes," he answers, when duty calls we
must obey, and have seldom known duty &c
call on the poorest hand.
"But 1 can not let you 60, she says, pas
sionately. 1t is cruel to test my love 81
sorely and, breaking down in storm o
sobs, she clings to him more closer than ever
And then Just as he fears for her reason, 81
terrible does the blow seem, the sobs that arr
making the 1.-the form culver with august
cease, and Gerofe looks up to INN with
happy smile upon her face. Will b'
brave" she says, a but you must make INT
one promise; holy, sacred promise, tina
even death itself may not absolve you from.
al will do it gladly, my precious one, III
murmurs. "What is the promise
You must promise, she says, to ien'
me your razor"
"Why, Of course l will, sweetheart b
replies, gayly. al promise you that, cheer
fully. But. why do you make such a strang
request 2"
Because" she says, in those low, mello'
tones that would lure man through lnierh
or to Harvard junction, have iatg
throhbing bunion" -CFicggo Tribune.
"Do YOU know the prisoner well?' aske
a Western attorney.
Never knew him sick, replied Inc wal