The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1896-01-25

He lifts II to his lips and kisses It.
his pipe little curl that had strayed
over her eyes. She was not amiss for
looks, with her long eyelashes lying like
u fringe upon her cheeks, her lips open,
showing her good white teeth, and the
glow Of the freight upon her face, but
her attitude and the innocent, happy ex-
preston, of her features made up pic
ture which seemed to me mighty pretty.
Where is her mother?" asks Don
Sanchez presently, and Dawson, with
out taking his eyes from Moll's face,
lifts his pipe upward, while his big
thick lips fell a-trembling. Maybe he
was thinking Of his poor wife as he
looked at the child's face.
HAS she no other relatives2" asks
the don in the same quiet tone, and
Jack shakes his head, still looking down,
and answers slowly:
"Only me-"
Then after another pause the don asks:
"What will become Of her?'
And that thought also must have been
in Jack Dawson's mind, for without
seeming surprised by the question.
which seemed a strange one to me, he
answers reverently, but with a shake in
his hoarse voice. Almighty God
knows"
This awed us all for the moment, and
then Don Sanchez, seeing that these re-
flections threw gloom upon us, turned
to me, sitting next him. and asked IL I
would give him some account Of my his
tory. whereupon briefly told him how
three years ago Jack Dawson had lifted
me out Of the mire, how since then we
had lived in brotherhood. And" says
in conclusion, 1--WE will continue with
the favor of Providence to live so, shar-
ing good and ill fortune alike to the end.
30 much we do love one another.
To this Jack Dawson mods assent.
"And yor other fellow-what of
him?" asked Don Sanchez
replied that Red Herring was but q
fair weather friend, who had Joined
fortunes with us to get out Of London
and escape the plague, and how having
robbed us we were like never to see his
face again.
"And we'll for him If we do not, :"
cries Dawson, rousing up, "for, by the
Lord, il clap eyes on him, though he
be Dick Turpin, he shan't escape the
most horrid beating ever man outlived. "
The don nodded his satisfaction at
this, and then Moll, awakening with the
sudden outburst Of her fathers voice,
gives first o cape, then a shiver, and
looking about her with an air Of wonder
smiles as her eye falls on the don. where
ON, still as solemn as any judge. he
pulls the bell, and, the maid coming to
the room with a rushlight, he bids her
take the poor weary child to bed, and
the best there Is in the house, which !
think did delight Dawson not less than
his child to hear.
Then Moll gives her father kiss,
and me another according to her wont
and drops q civil courtesy to Don San
chez.
"Give me thy hand, child" says he
and. having it, he lifts 1t to his lips AM
kisses it as IL she had been the finest lad
J In the land
She being gone, the don calls for anoth
er bowl Of spiced wine. and We. mightil
pleased at the prospect Of another hal
hour Of comfort, stretch our legs ou
afresh before the fire. Then Don SaI
chez, lighting another cigar and settin
his chair toward us, says as he take
his knee up betwiIt his long, thi
fingers:
Now let us come TO the heart Of thi
= business and understand one anothe
clearly.