The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1894-02-14

81 am going TO have her for my wife,"
Dick would say, and as he always managed
TO get whatever he wanted |, as child, be
lieved that the marriage was a fOregone
conclusion.
Dick was not inclined to be intellectual.
SO when | went away to boarding school
and subsequently to college our lives
parted practically, though we met often
afterward, and | think after his fashion,
he liked me. know had come to regard
him with Indifference, if not with con
tempt, for ! never forgot his meanness to
me when ! was a boy. Indeed, and curl
ously enough, the wrongs borne passively
when was child reused my anger when
/ thought of them after l had grown to
be more than Dick Folingsby's physical
equal.
Like all selfish men, Dick was inordi-
nately vain, particularly of his power over
women.
He had many love affairs before he
reached the age of 25, yet from first to last
he always chung to Edna Davis, the only
person in the world who seemed to have
any influence over him.
Edna had grown up in fulillment of all
the promise of her childhood. | saw her
last when shFwas but little more than 10,
and, although her friends assured me that
the doctors could not find any organic dis
ease, her lilylike beauty and the evident
lack of physical strength convinced me that
she was not long for this world.
Little did then think that the poor girl
was dying of broken heart and that Dick
Folingsby was the cause. He had asked
her to marry him, that is certain, but she
refused though she loved him from first to
last, and him only.
One day when | was visiting friend in
Lexington, Ky, Dick came into my room,
and pointing to the death notices in a news
paper he said hoarsely;
Read that"
Iglanced at the notice, but was not sur
prised, for two days before this l had at
tended the funeral of Edna Davis and won
dered that Dick was not there.
ITS awful" he gasped.
"Yes; very sad, +" replied
He sprang to his feet, his face the color OF
the ashes on the hearth, and whispered:
"She was murdered! l tell you Edna Da-
Wis was murdered"
Nonsense" / said.
but it's true And know the murder
erl"
told him n rest would do him good and
begged him to lie down.
''Yes, old fellow, | need rest mighty
bad, and I'll soon take a long one. But,
repeat, she was murdered, and know the
murderer
Hoping to quiet him, for l could see he
had been drinking, asked:
"Well, who is the fellowy'
Cant you Think"
"No, and don't propose to try"
Look at me-"
| did so.
Il am the guilty man, and / must pay
the penaltyp' he cried. Had done right
Edna would be living and my happy wife
today, but l did wrong, and she knew it..
That's why she would not marry me,
though she never loved a man but me-"
Take a sleep" | suggested, and you
will feel better tomorrow"
NO" he said. "Edna's dead. She was
the one thing that held me to life. can
never feel well again.
He reeled out Of the room, and | supposed
he had gone Off to drown his woes, real or
imaginary, with more liquor, and so, as he
was not pleasant subject for thought,
tried to forget him.
The next morning my host came into my
room looking very much disturbed, for he,
too, had been one Of my childhood's play
mates.
'My Godp he gasped, this news is ter
iblel'
what is itF" asked.
This morning Dick Folingsby was found
lying across poor Edna's grave with Il bu1-
let through his heart"
And this was the end of selfish life
which, under proper guidance, might have
been noble and happy.