The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1893-02-03

Yes, wrote It. / was boy-and
by George, my publishers took it out OF
my desk and went mad over it, while
they actually turned up their noses al
my report Of the poor laws-would Won
believe it,"
My uncle looked sympathizing. Addie
arranged the ice cream glasses before
him without a word.
But, sir, look at the fame Won have
won," remarked.
HEN! fame-it's rag hutterinp on
bush; / wouldn't give button for il
Five thousand dollars a year will keen
you well clothed and well fed-fame
| won't"
He helped himself to an ice.
There was no reply. The two gentle
men resumed their political discussion
waxing so warm in the defense of their
taVorlte views that they were in a fair
way TO clear the tray between them
Add1e caught up the condemned yolnme
d poems and vanished from the room
| followed her. She fled ND the stairs
ike fairy, and l found her in the noet.s
chamber, stripping the roses from the
vases Will lraQr1c haste.
what on earth are you about?n 7
asked, hating on the threshold in amaza-
ment.
he shall not have one of them" she
said, half crying. His curtains shall
not be topped up with them-I have a
great mind to tie them back with rope
yarn. 10 think how we worked all the
day to give him pleasure, and after all
ne only cares about eating and drinking.
ana being an alderman. Oh, it is too
bad." wv
burst out laughing and ran down
stairs. The contrast between our
dreams of the poet and the poet as b..
was was rich. had to wait a moment
In the hall to get my face into "companv
order" and then, pushing open the half
closed door, went back into the parlor
AT first sight thought it was empty.
Inc chairs We're pushed away from the
table, and there was faint smell Of
clgars-had they actually been smoking
theres No; heard my uncle pacing I'M
and down the garden, as was his wont
Zach evening, and the fragrance of the
weed came that way, but he was alone.
Where was the poet?
caught sight Of him at last, sitting |
lt the open window with the rose col.
'red curtains falling in soft folds around |
nm. The moon was up, shining glori-
'usly upon the grassy yard beneath
nm; the night wind rustled in the
caves OF the naples above his head
Addle, coming into the room, paused at
ne sight of my uplifted finger ON the
hreshold.
1t had been all a 'tsham" then, Our
oct, though hearty eater, still re.
aimed his love of the beautiful. What
earth had made him talk such heresv.
men ne sat raped in enjoyment, never
Ilrrlng, scarcely breathing, as he
'atched that glorious moon? would
teal softly to his side, pause, try to
onvict him and make him recant all
ne nbs ne had told about these beauti-
II blossomings Of his youth-the poems.
Inc carpet was thick and soft, and 1t
luffied my football effectually, and I
GOD beside him unnoticed. His face
as hidden by his arm. Iheard a chok- I
g sound-he was weeping. My heart !
cited In gush of pity; laid NV hand
pom his shoulder as sympathizingly as I
could; he started a little; his head set 7
cd down upon one side, exposing his
ce; the mouth opened, and-he snored,
The next morning started on my trip :
the west, and from that day to this
We never met a ''poet."-M. w. G.. in
ew York News.