The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1895-02-16

and solfcrino whiskors stole MP TO him
and in avid bleat shot this remark in.
to Rileys ear:
rs this Mr.. Riley?"
The poet offered him the other ear,
at the same time looking at him with
large blue, wondering, childlike ewes.
People stepped back out of range to givo
the man with the voice chance, and ho
repeated the query In a way that shook
the blue ribbon Of the large iron gray
Rosa Bonheur stallion across the plaza
"Is this Mr.. Rileyf"
The poet said softly as he squirmed
mp little closer. II can't hear what
ye say. "
About 300 people were now around
there waiting to see what would happen,
md the man with the pounding ma
shine, for telling how much a blow
poor tired farmer can strike while rest
ing at fair, hadn't taken in 10 cents
ior over half an hour
Finally the Hoosier man made out e.
break through Riloy's profound solitude
md make him hear and admit who bo
was. Then the surprised and delighted
man shot into Riley's stunned and ach.
ing ear:
81 knew yer fatherW
"Yes, yes, said Riley, so did l."
and walked away.
Now, DR.. Holmes, while, in fact. quite
deaf, would have appeared to hear, and,
in fact, in that way was quite different
IRON Mr. Riley, who is a lover Of fried
onions and broad humor, He is more
like Tennyson, fancy.
Mr. Peacock has just published an i'm
passioned song called Ny Queen Of
Love" 1t Is one Of those songs which
open with low trill or two and the
twitter of the Dovonshire bulbul in the
catnip orchard, but soon, with glad
snort, jumps the fence and gallops away
across the paddock, with tail across tho
literary dashboard and an Algeruonian
Swinburnian whinny, kicks vast holes
in the greensward and on Tuesdays and
Fridays may be found at home gnawing
the manser and GSahng to be free.
He says:
I'd miss your sweet kisses and fond carcssing.
Oh. my soul would athirst TO drink from
your soul,
Where a fountain of love is scattering itE
blessing
In the desert Of life an oasis and goal.
In another verse he boldly requests
this oasis and goal to
Cast OF the anchors that bind you, nnd gladly
We will 10at in my bark down life's passing
stream.
As a matter Of fact, Mr. Peacock has
no bark. He admitted that to me. He has
n dog and shotgun, but has no bark and
could not steer it if he had. Moreover,
| his wife told me that if he went into
/ the oasis and goal business, or attempted
to drift down lifr's passing stream with
other parties and without leaving
enough stove wood chopped up for the
house while he was gone, she would
cave in his organ of ideality with a
pinking iron.
Mr.. Riley was down recently in the
mountains of North Carolina with our
old friend, DR.. Hayes Of Indianapolis.
| They had with them n case of Milwau-
kee beer and case of hay fever.
AS valet the little Hoosier poet had
a Hooppole county youth. whom he call
ed Ringworm Peto because he runs
around so much. He is strawberry
roam young man, with eyes like fried
eggs and the low, retreating forehead of
the pickerel.
Ipassed through indianapolis not long
ago on the Large Four railroad, and on
the train from Shelbyville we had a
number of the Riley people. One cid
man reminded me of William Leach
man, and the Liztown humorist was
along, with plug tobacco in his restless
jaw and cotton in his ears.
Also | saw tho family that seemed to
be on its way back to "Griggsby's sta
ton, back where they used TO be so
happy and SO pore. +"
| am now on the way to tho north
west up the upper Mississippi, where ]
will visit old haunts in the valley OF