The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1894-04-25

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tContinued from yesierduB.l
The scene reminds one Of a familiar
bar yard group-a little game rooster, a
fine Brahma hen and their brood of
handsome chicks. The diminutive but
pompous father struts around with a
most important, proprietary air, and
flattering himself forgets to look at the
mother. So it was with little Di Carlo.
Men and ROSTERS are so thoughtlessl
1t was true. Carlotta was beauty, and
every one said she was the image of her
father, and SO she was-his image in
spired. and the mother was the inspira-
ton.
I the little husband reminded one of a
roc lter, a rooster who never crowed, it
We not so much because the wife per-
sis ed in doing the family Growing as
we as cackling as that it pleased him
to it by and smoke while she toyed with .
his prerogative. Ole always felt that |
tn. crow in him and that he had full |
co, hdence in the size of it. Such is the |
va lie of reserve.
4 Difference to Pat the language of
tn, evening circle was usually English
1T ian speech or professed a comprehen-
81, 1 of it IA years of such familiarity
WI h it as the shop afforded had opened
tn, doors of his understanding, and moth
in, less than subtlety of meaning as far
be ond the Di Carlos as himself would
ha eluded him now.
A sort of delicacy forbade his reveal
inv this to those who sometimes chose 70
speak in his presence without inviting
his participation.
Among the occasional frequenters of
the shop had been for some time an old
man. Pietro Socola by name, for whom
Pat had always felt an instructive dis
like.
During the past few months Socola
had become a frequent guest, and while
he sat on box at the fathers side in the
evenings ana spoke in low tone in Ital-
ian he was observed to cast frequent
covert glances toward the daughter, Car
lotta.
Now, Socola was rich, according to the
Di Carlo standard, and widower, and
so Pat was not supersuspicious in inter-
preting these chances as ominous of
meaning to Carlotta.
The suspicion quickened his hearing,
but the most assiduous eavesdropping
had as yet disclosed nothing to confirm
his fears. Gossip about the men on the
luggers or at the Picayune tier, discus
sions as to the rise or fall in prices of
fruit or oysters, interspersed with long,
tobacco favored silences, seemed to con-
stitute all their social intercourse. and
yet why did the ugly old fellow keep
looking at Carlotta?
Socola was of the one essentially home
ly Italian type. His blue gray eyes and
reddish hair were bereft of any leaning
toward beauty by a heavy, swarthy skin,
while the entire absence of upper front
teeth gave touch of grotesqueness to his
ugly visage. Short necked and square Of
build, he had nevertheless astoop, produc-
ing an effect as if his face arose from his
chest. The edges of his grizzly red mus
tache were further colored from the to-
bacco which he perpetually chewed, and
his hairy little hands bore about their
blunt finger tips similar suggestions Of
the weed.
Socola was plain as well as distinctly
deficient in the subtle charm which we
call personal magnetism.
His wife had been dead but three
months when he first came on Sunday
aft rnoon to the Di Carlos For three
su, ,essive Sundays he returned thus
an then he began dropping in in the
lat evenings until now almost any night
he -ould be seen propped up on his box at
Di Carlos side, and whether Carlotta sat
on the doorstep working on her 'sam,
pie ." or promenaded the banquette with
on Of the twins astride her hip old Pie
Tire eyes followed her.
his, which Pat had been observing
fol some weeks, eliminated one day in a
tan gible occasion for alarm.
lie was sitting inside the shop putting
a nishing stitch to a patch when hl
sa' Socola pass the door to join the cir
Gle about the steps without.
1. moment later Carlotta hastily EN-
ter d the shop, her face black as storm
Gle I'd.
"Come heer, Lottie,' he called quick
ly, and as she approached him, "Whu
ails YEP
lie had never seen her so angry. Il
was a moment before she spoke.
"Shpake out, Lottie, me girl, an tel
me who done ye onythink."
Il don't like Of Pietro Socola," sht
said finally, her eyes flashing.
"Norr me nayther," he answered
shaking his head. But tell me whut I
done ye."
HE mashed my chin"
"Squazed yer chin, did e? An may
the divil snatch is mother from heaven!'
'Yas, an try to kiss me. | hate inn
"Thried to kiss ye, did e? Bad lucl
TO is lonesome mouth! An who seer
UNI"
My paw an my nav was a-talkin.
don know eff my nav seen i'm or not
She laughed l hate inn"
''See heer, Lottie." He was much ex
cited, but spoke low lest he should b
overheard There's throuble a-brewil
for We, me beauty. Don't We say northil
to nobody, but eff that low down dirt,
blue eyed nagur av dago lays the hef
av is finger tip on ye again we go 70
UNI, dye heerY'
She was silent, and he continued
"Wull we do what tell ye, Lottieg'
"Yas"
well, take Inc advice an kape out a
arms length av i'm whin we can, bu
whin we can't, an he SO much as blow
lis breath on hair o yer head, we com
down on i'm wud regular thunder
polthogue-like thisr'
He placed his closed fist against h
own temple.
"See here Colleen" he resumed, wit
some hesitancy, Il cd lather i'm for J
"a couple o hefts o me peg d land ii
pantin in the gutther, but 'twould do J
no good"
of e turn is sassy OF eyes on n
again I'm goin slap is face good" sht
said as she turned to serve a customer.