The Daily bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Hawaii]) 1882-1895, 1890-12-19
CHAPTER III.
THE GREEN EYED MONSTER

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EDS you sag, sir, so justly, there can be
no happiness Without an income"
l am confident | am not at all of n
Jealous turn. Othello was ever my pet
aversion among the creations of the
"divine William" and he of the green
eyes might have made his meat for ever
before he should have fed on me. But
then some things are too plain not to be
seen by the plainest of men.
1t soon became perfectly palpable that
there was some strange understanding
between Tom and his cousin. 1t was
very odd, too. / never had such sus-
picion before, but now, clear as day
light, it appeared and demanded recog-
milton. There was no doubling it; there
was an understanding. 1t was evidently
an arrangement to make me drive at the
risk of all our necks that he might sit by
her. That his whine about his hands
was all stuff was proven by the conf
dential smothered talk they had kept
UP all the way, and by the meaning
chances they exchanged even now. Yes,
could see it all now as plain as day
see it by his ever expressive gesture, by
his tender devotion as he led her into the
little parlor of the tavern. Yes, there
was an understanding between those
two too plain to be mistaken; and then
But l know can understand some things
as well as the next man! Had my eyes
been blindfold heretofore? Had l been,
like Ford in 1.-THE Merry Wives" a secure
ass?
Tom pacified the overturned one, and
gave him hot flip. Then, to show his
forgiveness, the overturned insisted on
our having hot flip with him, by which
time the fussy landlady appeared and
beckoned mysteriously to Tom. have
confidence enough in myself to believe
that, even then, | was not an caves
dropper, but could not help hearing
1--WE might manage to send boy
on horseback" and THAT the dear
young lady appeared so anxious and
worrit in mind" at which Tom dis
appeared abruptly. What the deuce did
it all mean? More mystery; so | took
more hot flip with him of the tumble
After time heard Toms voice in the
parlor again. | know not why, but l
gulped my flip scalding hot, and strobe
toward the sound
Perditionl What a sight was therei
Miss Blythe stood by the roaring CRATE:
her hood had fallen back upon her slop-
ing shoulders, one perfect little foot rest
ing in graceful negligence upon the fen
der. Her eyes, filled with tears, were
lifted pleadingly to Toms, and her hands,
yes, both her hands, clasped his shoulder
SO lovingly my teeth ground together be-
fore heard her say:
Fright or wrong, Tom dear, l would
do twice as much for your? The room
seemed going round with me. By
heaven! l would that very moment
No. wouldn't, either. What right had
to interfere? and they didn't even see
me, SO engrossed were they with each
other. So fled in my wrath and took
more hot flip with the overturned, and
then the overturned took more hot flip
with me. Had that yellow tipple been
the hemlock potion would have drained
it just as eagerly, perhaps.
"Waiting, old boyv And the per
fidious friends hand was on my shoulder
Had Lieut.. Thomas Jones, United States
Boomerangs, ever seen Iago, in his cele-
DIdltu IOlt VI IIuWlu FOTIcSb, BldIe
superlatively at some supernumerary
Cassie, then would that officer have
understood the look with which turned
upon him. He had never seen the great
artist in his great part, however, for he
only looked very contented and very
happy as he said
81 think / wouldn't drink any more
flip if i were you," and we were out on
the snow again. "I'll spell you at the
reins Bit" he added, with another
queer look at me. Your arms must be
tired, and I'm fresh as lark again.
Are you sure you're all right there,
Bet?"
There was tender information in the
question that made me feel vicious, but
the softened gurgle of her Eyes, dear
cousin Tom" set my very soul on fire.
Miss Blythe tucked the buffalo away
and made room for me on the back seat
Looking straight across country, and
utterly ignoring her gesture, clambered
up beside my rival and tugged stolidly
at the buffalo.
"All right, boys! Let go their heads
-nowp
With lurch and a swing we were of
again. Once more we skinned owe
hill and meadow; once more the wint
whistled merrily past US, and our bell
chased it in musical peal. But thu
sunlight on the snow looked black to m'
now; the bells only tolled a requiem TO
my dead hopes, and the wind, in ii
backward rush, only Missed, "She love
himl She loves himl'
Though the horses were freshened b,
their rest and pulled like steam tugs
Tom still found a way 10 turn and keel
up running talk with his cousin. Blu
as he turned on the side away from me
and the words were swept back on th'
wind, only confused murmur and nom
Of their sense reached me.
1 don't imagine any tunbril paasan
ger. tioketed through tor tbs guillotine