The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1895-06-15
THE FINDING OF FINGALL
BY GILBERT PARKER.


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"Fngall, Fingall Oh, Fingallp'
A gray mist was rising from the riv.
er, the sun was drinking it delightedly,
the swift blue water showed underneath
it, and the top Of White Faced mountain
peaked Iho mist by a hand length, The
river brushed the banks like rustling
silk, and the only other sound, very
sharp and clear in the liquid monotone,
was the crack of a woodpecker's beak
on a hickory tree.
II was sweet, fresh, autumn morn
ing in Lonesome valley. Before night
the deer would below reply to the hunt.
crs' rifles and the mountain goat call
to its unknown gods, but now there were
only the wild duck skimming the river
and then rising and fading into the
mist, the high hilltop, the sun and
again that strange cry: "Fingall, oh,
Fingalll Fingalll'
Two men, lounging at fire on q
ledge of the hills raised their eyes to
the mountain side beyond and above
them, and one said presently:
THE second timel It's woman's
voice, Piorre!'
Pierre nodded and abstractodly stir.
red the Goals about with a twig.
well, it is a pity-the poor Gym
thiel" he said at last
1T is woman, then You know
her Pierre-her story"
"Fingalll Fingalll Fingall"
Pierre raised his head toward the
sound, then after u moment said:
/ IL know Fingall."
"And the woman Tell me"
And the girl. Fingall was sucn as
Shon McGann, all fire and heart and
devil may care. She-she was not beau
tiful, except in the eye, but that was
like flame of red and blue. Hor hair,
too, then, would trip her if it hung
loose That was all, except that she
loved him too much But wOmen-et
puts! When a woman gets n man be-
tween her and the heaven above and the
earth beneath, and there comes the
great hunger what is the goodI A man
cannot understand, but he can see and
he can fear What is the good? TIC
play with life, that is not much, but to
play with soul is more than a thou
sand lives. Look at Cynthie.
He paused, and Lawless waited pa
tiently. He knew Pierre well.
Presently Pierre went ON.
"Fingall was gentle. He would take
off his hat to a squaw 1t made no diff
ference what others did. He didn't
think 1t was like breathing to him
How can you tell the way things hap
pen? Cynthie's father kept the taverr
ut st. Gabriel's Fork, over against the
great sawmill. Fingall was foreman O
gang in the lumber yard. Cynthie haC
brother-Fenn. Fem was as bad %
, they make but she loved him, and Fin
gall knew it well, while he hated thu
young skunk. The girls eyes were lili,
two little fireflies when Fingall wa
about, and what he thought of her h
said to me once, They are the kline
God made for the whole year round. HI
was a gentleman, though he had onl.
half Fingall-likethat thinl
= he did not expect to stay. He seemed t.
be waiting for something, for Away
when the mail came in he would b
. there, and afterward you wouldn't So
him for time. SO it seemed to me tina
' he made up his mind to think nothing
of Cynthie and to say nothing"
"Fingall, Fingalll Oh, Fingallr'
The strange, sweet, singing voio
sounded nearer.
"She is coming this way, Pierre,
said Lawloss.
II hope not to see her. What is tn
= good?"
well, let us have the rest of tn
story.
Her brother Fem was in Fingall'
gang. One day there was trouble. Fem
called Fingall a liar. The gang stoppe,
piling. They expected the usual thing
, 1t did not come. Fingall told him t.
leave the yard and they would settl
some other time. That night there wa
a wicked thing. We were sitting in tn
barroom when we heard two shots an
then fall. We ran into the othe
! room. There was Fem on the floor dy
ing. He lifted himself on his elbow
pointed at Fingall and fell back. TIL
father of the boy stood white and still
few feet away. There was no pistc
showing-none at all The men close
in ON Fingall now He did not stir. H
seemed to be thinking of somethin
else. He had puzzled, sorrowful looR
The men roared round him, but h
waved them back for moment an
looked first at the father, then at tn