The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1894-11-30
But where is he now? oh merciless

But where is he now? oh merciless
sea,
Wilt thou not in pity reply?
And tell me, does he roam on thy
mighty breast?
But methinks the sea heaves sigh.
Oh, can it be thus; is he dead to the
world?
Is he dead to its sorrow and shame?
Oh some one, come tell me, that he
still lives,
Come, whisper, if just but his name.
listen, I listen; alas, all in vain,
No answer comes over the sea;
I turn to the blue hills for one ray of
hope.
But they all look in pity on me.
Farewell! oh beautiful, beautiful isle.
Sad, sad has my lot been with thee.
a fierce, bitter pang will e'er enter
this heart
When my thoughts wander back
upon thee.
ALICE FEATHERsToNE.
November 8, 1894.
Featherstone escaped from the pris-
on gang on the morning of September
18th last. He had been working along
road in the vicinity of Kalihi. He
appeared to be willing prisoner and
made no attempts to escape. so his
keeper did not consider it necessary to
attach ball to one of his legs.
The gang was taken out early, as
usual, and Featherstone was seen
working until about $50 O'Clock, but
after that hour he disappeared like
magic. a search was made for him,
but it was fruitless, so finally a party
set out and tracked him as far as
away was lost.
The police were informed that some
natives saw Featherstone in a skiff.
He appeared to be making for Homo
lulu, but the wind was against him,
and his boat commenced to drift
toward Puuloa. He was seen again
about O'Clock in close proximity to
the breakers that beat on the shore
near place called Mokukona. The
spot mentioned is considered dam
gerous landing place, and it was taken
for granted that he had been caught in
the breakers and drowned. This the
ory found favor with the police, but
the facts prove that Featherstone was
not born to be drowned.
The crime for which Featherstone
was imprisoned was a murderous as
sault committed on his wife. The
cause of the trouble started, according
to the most authentic account, in the
jealousy of Mrs. Featherstone. 1t
seems that her husband had been, for
some time, out of work, and the wife,
who is dressmaker, had been sup
porting him. Not satisfied with this,
however, Featherstone had been very
attentive to a native girl. His wife
L., sr,f Iz1i
was under the influence of liquor at
the time and denied the accusation.
The wife persisted in her statements,
and Featherstone became enraged.
He drew big clasp-knife from his
pocket, and slashed at his wife. The
woman put up her hand to ward off
the blow, and her wrist was terribly
cut. But by doing so she probably
saved her life, for had the knife struck
her where her assailant intended, the
abdomen, the woman would have un-
doubtedly been killed. All this hap
pened at the King Street House,
porch was spotted with blood, and
had the appearance of a shambles after
the affair was over.
When FeatherstOne was taken to the
station house he was searched. But
in some way the searchers overlooked
d big knife which the man had con-
cealed about him. The following
morning, when the officer on duty
looked into his cell, he saw blood on
the floor, and, opening the door, he
found that Featherstone had tried to
kill himself by cutting an artery in
his wrist. He had slashed himself
both across and lengthways of his
arm, and made nasty cash. How
ever, he was not seriously injured.
He was tried for his crime and sem
fenced to nine months imprisonment.
He served about three weeks and es-
capped as above narrated.