The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1892-12-31

and rhyme the thoughts which lay
heavy upon them. 1t has been true al
ways, and the poet wrote of no new dis
covery; he merely put words to the old,
old chords in minor key, which have
beaten uponS sthe sounding boards of
mems and womenS hearts since men and
women were.
lie one who had -hnan interested 80
them had-asked John Marston and Mary
Palvey why they wereno longer friends,
as they had been since childhood, neither
she in her quiet home in New England,
nor he in the active, thriving western
Town could have given definite answer.
They would have made the attempt, of
course, each according to the light pos
sessed, for who has ever known lovers
who quarreled 10 be unable to give
most explicit and satisfactory explana-
tion--to themselyes-of the course CT
their estfangement, carefully emitting
none of the factors making the iuteger
of their alienation?
Marston was quite positive in his own
mind that Mary had been entirely too
whimsical for any sane man to tolerate
for a moment, much less lifetime, and
Mary was quite as sure in her mind that
John Msarston was the most perfectly
outrageous man she had ever met in the
whole course OF her existence.
Observe, gentle reader, that these two
people We're sure sin their minds" of this
thing. What degree of certainty was
registered in their hearts viii appear
later.
Be it as it may, the years had crept
along slowly enough, until as many as
three. lay between the New Years day
Bflsn John ha6 turned his hack ON the
Fast and Mary and the one which, God
s willing, was to find him once more I'M
der the old ROOT where he had known all
that the world seemed TO have for him,
until this unldnaly parting had sudden
'ly flung him into such chaos of m
Psnown things that at first he wandered
about among them as one bawildered and
blinded by IS great shock.
In it all, however, and through it all,
the spirit CT the girl he had left behind
him shone as q soft light in misty at
mosphere, and Go what he would, her
face came ever between him and the
faces of all other women.
He tiirted with the pretty maidens Of
the west, of course; he would scarcely
have been a man ii he had not, but he
was proof against all their womanly
wiles and willingness, and they had him
listed as ''heartless, but he only smiled
at that and went on his way untouched,
bat not unseehng.
Now, when he was on the point of re-
turning to the place of beginning, they
saw bit of newer sunlight in his face
tenderer look from his eyes than any
Of them had ever won from him, and
some said that it might be Mr.. MaIston
was not such an emotional Gibraltar rs
they had fancied him to be.
He got away at last, and in the rattle
az the train and the whirr Of the wheels
h. west began to fall away backward
Eong the straight lines of steel stretch
tssg across the prairie and Marston
Dreamed of the east.
The east, where the sun rose-would
IL ever rise again:
In the little New England town among
the hills, up TO its knees in the snow.
there was the usual holiday hilarity. not
unmixed with that intangible sadness
which ever falls about ana infolds the
days of the dying year. christmas had
come and gone, and the children were as
happy as children only are at Christmas,
and the older grown were dTgJSng tnefr
dividends of an ynleR ss-iS.@wou from
Santa Claus and the sead orr
New Years was foil lg fast upon
The crispy heels of thd barting Santa
Claus, and as filthy tribute to the
time it MAS decide4as- have a swatch
meeting" erye