Wood River times. [volume] (Hailey, Idaho) 1882-1915, 1893-11-02
AN IDYL Of HONOLULU.
A Bold Stroke for a Husband. Written for
This Paper.
BY LEON LEWIS.

His memory is gone entirely, like that
of the man in Honolulu"
A start and cry from Bullet inter-
ruPted the history of 'the man in Hon ,
The old man had turned pale as a
corpse, and the papers to which he had
directed his attention was shaken vio- /
lently in his hand.
What is it?" asked Kulu.
The question recalled Mr.. Bullet to |
himself. He controlled his excitement, |
folded up the document which had 80
visibly startled him, and unfolded an
other. The whole batch was soon
passed In review, and during this time
We old man had gradually recovered
from his first emotions. He had even
forced himself to be outward!y Is cool
as an iceberg.
These papers don't amount to any
thing, he said, as he put them all to-
pocket. They don't tell me who the
young man is, nor anything about him.
Part of them are in q language un-
known to me. Have you met anybody
since you saw the young man?'
mo, SIR"
.Then Of course you have said moth
ing to any one about him, nor has he
been en- seen ey anyone whatever!
THAT is we'll, Kulu. Don't mention
the affair to any one. Don't let any
in existence. will take charge Of the
poor young man myself, and try to
bring the offenders to justice. But
you must not say word to any human
being about meeting him. II you do
it will not only defeat the ends of JUS
tioe but you will lose your place in my
ooh, I understand" returned Kulu,
who knew enough not to offend his en-
ployer, whatever else he knew or sus-
pected. THE matter ends here 80 far
the young man is as though it had not
been. You can depend upon my ST.
lence."
Then all will be we'll with him and
with us. You can leave me now, Kulu,
but come and see me in the morning
and I'll tell you what light am able to
get upon the subject. 1t is to be hoped
that may get track Of the would-be
assassins. But it all depends upon your
silence. They must be LETT to think
Kulu again promised secrecy and
took his way toward his own little
cabin, quarter of mile further in
the interior of the island.
"Please walk in-walk in, my young
; FRIEND" said Bullet to our hero, as sOOr
as Kulu was gone.
; Ralph complied mechanically and
was soon seated in the little sitting
room of his host.
, "A terrible misfortune, SIR" NUT
/ tered Bullet, as he set about dressing
the young mans wounds, "but dare
say you'll soon be all right again"
7 He spent nearly half an hour ii
} dressing the sufferers wounds-whicf
were many and serious, in addition t.
, the bump upon his head-and during
this time he gave his patient severa
swallows of stimulant, and piled hin
: with a great many questions.
8 "You must drink this, sir" he said
4 when his task was done, Offering fina
Y potion.
. The patient drank it without hesita
ton or remark.
q you must now let me get you t.
= bed" said Bullet.
- Ralph not making the least objec
I ton, he was soon undressed and place.
a lin a comfortable bed-Bullet's own
;. little apartment adjoining the sitting
|. room.
i, "And you must 60 to sleep now, sir,
v finished the old sailor, as he sat dow
OGSlOo tu0 UcO nlAO pnoSON LID AdA
|. over tho patients eyes. Il will watc
y here, SO that no harm will reach you.
h Ralph shut his eyes as willingly q
n obediently, and in less than q minut
r thereafter his breathing announce
that he was asleep.
:. And then Bullet arose with q strang
"a look OF jubilance upon his countenanct
"A His eyes CLEANED cunningly.
a Gould anything be better?" he ejac'
II lated in whisper. "The presence {
this young man here in such fix is
great thing for me and Alma. He
ID lost to his friends, to himself, to ever
at body, but his papers tell me just WI
at he is. Glorious! gloriousl He is
"a me and Alma sure pledge Of fortune
ut Crossing the floor on tiptoe,
m opened door giving upon a mario
n. stairway, and called in a whisper:
" "Are you there, Alma?"
"a "Yes, father" replied a feminil
voice. What do you want?"
IA "Come down here Immediately. B
1T be still about It'll"
ne CHAPTER III.
~ THE OLD SAILORS PLOT.
IA Hardly minute had passed VIII