The Daily bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Hawaii]) 1882-1895, 1894-03-01
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cruel seemed fate. How doubly long
the dreary days of toll after that
week of stolen happiness.
At last morning came, just as it !
had come so oft before. Through |
the gloom he drove, while over him
hung cloud-spun curtain, woven
in the loom of night, gemmed with
stars and edged with silver from the
refulgent radiance of the setting
moon.
Dusk changed to gray and gray to
gold as the sun came stealing over
the hills, rolling them in luminous
mist, tinting the topmost branches
of the trees with roscate flush, and
Frightening the church spires with
lambent glory.
He saw the gilded dome of the
cathedral flash in the golden light,
heard the prayerful morning carols
of the birds, the seemingly far-of,
drowsy murmur OF the city Just
awakening to its daily routine of
noisy activity.
Brighter grew the sunlight, loud
er the mathis Of the birds; country
teams on their way to market came
rafting down the highways, men
hurried To and fro to work; butter
ilies, with furnished wings that told
of moonlight revels, futtered Ian
guidly into the flower gardens, and
beetles half-drunkcn with the dew,
flew with zigzag fight away to the
woodlands; ilocks OF pigeons swoop-
ed down through the clear air and
with swift wings darted of for the
adjacent grain fields, and coming
down the street is a spriukling cart
with a childish form upon the high
seat, weary, over worked, fast asleep.
The reins are grasped loosely in
delicate little brown hand; the
strong horses, unguided, trot slowly
along; a bank of earth. carelessly
left by the roadside to level up a
curbing is directly in their path
over il goes q wheel, a sudden jolt, a
white. startled childish face falling,
falling under those heavy wheels.
A mangled little form with wide
staring eyes is picked up by the
plying and wondering passers.by--
fcw ruby drops slowly dripping
from the thin lips aud before night
fall il is all over-he is at rest-at
home
Joe. there are inst ances here in
our own little community Of fright.
full injustice to children-wrongs
that cry aloud to heaven for redress.
Oh. the little children the future
men and women who hold the desti.
nies Of nations in their tiny hands
is Their no hope for them, the child
rem of the masses, of the poor; equal
chances in the battle Of life-cqual
kindness, care and encouragement
for them all!
We cant of all being born equal,
but wherein is the equality between
the waif Of the streets handicapped
from cradle time with poverty, aud
association with the vil.st diegs Of
humanity, and the pampered nurs-
ling Of the millionaire!
! ought to be very happy tonight
bit ! have been crying all evening.
You will say how foolish
] low" him very dear " am sure
! love him and yet | am not happy.
! have felt all evening as II mother
were near mo. Several times TIA,
impression has been so strong that
! have glanced behind me; but there
is nothing in the rOom--no sound
save the swish Of the apple bougll
ON the roof and u moth at the win.
dow pane. am afraid; am afraid
that this scmi'cOnsciouS knowledge
OF an unseen presence near uIC
bodies i'll.
II is Burt Ingram who has asked
mo to marry him it is Burt that
love. ! want you to tell mo, Joe, il
r you know anything very wrong ol
Burt; | have told him should ASK
you else | would not do SO. | low,
: him.
' Nell keeps pretty we'll, but sh,
still coughs little in the evening
u Il fal her seems quite worried about
her at times. He talks Of sending
her to st. Augustine next fall /,
spend the winter. Jean aud father
are we'll. Nell will send all the new,
, next week. think Of nothing NOR,
To say; il is la,e--nearly l2-s,
good night Joe.
am, as ever, your loving sister,
!, DoRorW KNowLToN.
|, p. S.-Tell me all the good 30,
can Of Burt; | love him. If 20,
know anything wrong Of him dom
tell me Of il. But ] should love hin
y just the same. Dora.
\. b didn't seal this las
night. just wish to add that
have made up my mind to MARI,
! Burt.
1t is beautiful morning. ] an
very happy, doe; | guess it is he
cause love him,
ki's Fanny aud the baby for me
Very alfectionatcly, your sister,
Z DORA.
RALPH TURNER.
(Io b" Continucd.)
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