The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1895-02-27
me Clown and the Missionary.
By VIOLA R0sEB)I 0.


ECU may NnNE DN 1laU tlab ne
roc d one lie wa only in a mall posi-
ton when E1Tv nailio1 nj q, but he's
g. # tho ~ ! Oles uov. The, you
know, lie kiew some real artist paint
ors and Enmy--.she didn't have any
Children. 1rd she thought she'd like to-.
learn to paint pictures, and she did
Her husbands awful proud Of her"
1t was the fifth day out when, after
much narrative that, as is the way of
talk, did not advance the story, we
reached this point.
We were again on deck, and Amy
and were lying in our chairs gazing
over tossing dark sea at red sunset,
while Teddy Catty sat facing us.
You wouldn't think Emmy was my
sister," he said "She's like another
kind. She's beauty, and she's just
like a SWELL nice swell, in her ways,
and then she's good. My, she's goodP"
"Is she religious?" | ventured.
"Now, you know-yes-but then it's
hard to say exactly what different peo-
pie mean, and the boy gave himself
up with grave pleasure to the serious
business of accurately informing us as
to Emmy's spiritual life. "She is as re-
1 ligious as she can be one way" he
went on, land then the other she only
goes as far as she can without feeling
as if she was throwing over the rest of
us. Her husband he thinks religious
people amt his kind, and of course I'm
nowhere with 'em, and Emmy can't
make herself up to contract with them
that despises us. You wouldn't believe
what she thinks of me, you wouldn't
indeed So she just goes without reli-
gion except what she can get reading
the Bible and''-half hesitating and
softening his tone-''and praying. She
says she believes we can be good that
way. She wants me to try. She is good,
good. l wish, though, she could be with
real religious people, some kind Our
grandmother, one of 'en, was a great
chapel goer. She was an independent.
| think Emmy would be happier that
way, "
He turned his face toward the angry
gloom Of the sea and the fading western
sky, and we were all silent. What a
comforting glimpse of human nature!
Presently Amy said, with an odd lit
tie accession of formal courtesy in her
tone: II hope, Mr.. Catty, you have a
picture of your sister that you can show
us. l should like to know how she
looks.
Yes, he had her picture in his state
room. He wanted us to see it.
The limitless night was darkening
around us in momentary pulsations.
We left the wild, soul searching scene
for the petty, pretty glare of the cabin.
While we We're drinking our tea Teddy
Caddy brought us the photograph.
1t seems out of harmony now with
the feshly reaction from the il flute
things of the spirit that had just come
upon us. We had to give our poor flag
cling souls tug to make them respond
to the unconscious awe that looked,
lladonpalikc, up us. You never saw
little child face more deeply, simply
suli lUs
Tho next day took the picture tc
show TO the Miss onary. He SIN led be
nayCluutly as 1 told Of the quaint broth
er and sister, but being " missionary
and not an artist and seeing nothing tt
der Yet once or twice afterward as ht
walked the deck with one of his small
children by the hand--he always hat
one with him when he did not have
!, two--he tried to join in our converse
ton with Teddy Catty, but when hi
saw the little fellow draw back over
d awed he readily enough, with a shade
of relief perhaps, abandoned the gentl'
n attack.
II This trio was not often in session, 81
to say, for Teddy Catty was very mod
g. est and was scrupulously careful not t.
y intrude upon us, but he was sure to b
- within reckoning distance wheneve
Amy was sketching The sight exercis
ID ed an absurd fascination upon him.
IL 1t was easy to see that he REGARDED
q me as of an altogether inferior race o
IS beings AS compared to Amy. With m
he could talk on occasion, but to her h
could scarcely more than speak when h
was spoken to. This dumb shyness, to
"a gether with his professional position
Va puzzled Amy.
Il "Do you suppose, said she, THAT h
=. is anything Of a clown, that honest lii
n, tie owl?"
n. In truth, there seemed nothing clown
y like about Teddy Catty except tn
clownishness of which / have spoken
the touch of oddity that made his ider
THY seem little humorous. But then
4 had seen successful comedians fiouris
on nothing more than a lesser degree {
S the same thing. and knew, too, whi
>. is always puzzling to the world, that I'll
e possession Of the technique of any Al
II enables the possessor to mold into e'
:, preston much of his nature which
may lack either freedom, will or desil
,. to express in his life. So, you see,
n was not surprised when my interest
, Teddy Cattys artistic side was gratifie
'e by chance verdict, but not a wortl
re less one, that he was good clown.
&C came from the spectacular amazonia
:, captain on the occasion of my first col
versation with her. 1t happened one af
ernoon as | was walking the deck tn;
| stumbled, and simultaneously the shi
gave lurch, and l was thrown upo
the histrionic amazonian breast. Upc
such provocation to unreasoning r
* sentiment her boundless good nature il
~ stantly asserted itself, with pleasure
the opportunity, and then in an instar
q more she realized another opportunit
she would crafty thirst for know
edge Having helped me to my fee
er she hurried to say:
1--WE heard Teddy Catty speak abol
I'd you. He said you've been On the stal
p yourself He's Il taken up seeir