The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1892-01-07

it seemed as If she felt repentance. Her
forehead fell upon the pillow, and at in
tervals, with broken words, she muir
INJURED to herself, while outside the cabin
moaned the savage sea.
"My poor mani Oh, heavens, what
will he say? He has already so much
trouble. What have done now? Five
children on our hands already Their
father tolls and tolls, and yet, as if ne
had not care enough already, l must
give him this care more. Is that he?
No, nothing. l have done wrong-he
would do quite right to beat me. Is
that he? MOI So much the better! The
door moves as if some one were coming
in; but no. To think that should feel
afraid to see him enter!"
Then she remained absorbed in
thought and shivering with the cold, IN
conscious of all outward sounds, of the
black cormorants, which passed shrek
ing, and Of the rage of wind and sea.
All at once the door few open, streak
Of the white light Of morning entered,
and the fisherman, dragging his drip
ping net, appeared upon the threshold,
and cried, with a gay laugh. Here
comes the navyl"
"Youi" cried Jenny; and she clasped
her husband like lover, and pressed her
mouth against his rough jacket.
Here / am, wife," he said, showing
in the freight the good natured and
contented face which Jenny loved so
well.
81 have been unlucky," he continued.
What kind Of weather have you
had?'
Dreadful"
"And the fishingY
Bad But never mind. | have you
in my arms again, and am satisfied. l
have caught nothing at all. have only
torn my net. The deuce was in the
wind tonight. At one moment Of the
tempest thought the boat was founder
ing, and the cable broke. But what have
you been doing all this timer"
Jenny felt shiver in the darkness.
"I?" she said in trouble. "Oh, moth
ing; just as usual. 1 have been sewing.
have been listening to the thunder Of
the sea, and was frightened"
eyes; the winter is a hard time. But
never mind it now"
Then, trembling as If she were going
to commit crime:
Husband" she said, "our neighbor
is dead. She must have died last night,
soon after you went out. She has left
| two little children, one called Wilhelm
and the other Madeline. The boy can
hardly toddle, and the girl can only lisp.
The poor, good woman was in dreadful
want"
The man looked grave. Throwing
into corner his fur cap, sodden by the
tempest: 1.-THE deucer he said, scratch
ing his head. 1--WE already have five
children; this makes seven. And al
ready in bad weather we have to go
without our supper. What shall we do
now? Bah, it is not my fault; it's Gods
doing. These are things too deep for
me. Why has He taken away their
mother from these mites? These mat
! tiers are too difficult to understand. One
has to be scholar to see through them
Such tiny scraps of childrenl Wife, go
and fetch them. If they are awake, they
must be frightened to be alone with
their dead mother. We will bring them
up with ours They will be brother and
sister to our five. When God sees that
we have to feed this little girl and boy
besides our own He will let US take more
fish. AS for me, will drink water.
will work twice as hard. Enoughl Be
off and get themi But what is the mat
ter? Does it vex youP You are gener-
ally quicker than this"
His wife drew back the curtain.
''Lookl" she said.-Translated from
the French of Victor Hugo for Strand
| Maua1ina