Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1896-07-16
MAKAPALA by THE SEA.
XXII.--SALT.
(5y Anne Marie Prescott.)

Ois Il btD 10 q
tion-is it not =? Then, we have
good starting ground for further
reasoning. We all know that
just common salt is good for man
and beast good mentally, moral
ly, spiritually and physically
salt. But if the salt have lost
his savor"--or there is too much
at any given time or place, or
work, the old rule will hold good;
too much, even of salt, is good for
nothing-no thing. 1t will repel,
pail, rs quickly as too much
honey.
The ground had been bought
and paid for by an eastern city
government for the erection of a
stately buildipg-the Boys High
School. Not being quite ready to
build on that south end lot, a fine
locality, lying east and west be-
tween an avenue and fremont
street - Moody happened along
and wanted place for few
months where to pitch his taber-
nacle, that might hold few thou
sand people at time. Very good.
Here was corn in Egypt" for
him, and the bargain was struck,
the first note of his work begun
and the first nail soon driven
home. When those many doors
were all duly lettered with a, b, C,
and the rest, not quite so far, how
ever, as 26, we were living on that
avenue, exactly opposite, and we
said: We have never in one sense,
certainly, gone for Moody; but
now he had come after us it was
plain to be seen, and we would,
one day, listen to his cry. But,
days and weeks and even
months went by and we
went by that tabernacle to our
quiet little parish church. We
went by that great shammy struc-
ture; we passed with an observant,
watchful and thoughtful eye day
after day, Sunday after Sunday,
that mass of humanity, some in
sober garb, cleanly and proper;
some almost in rags and tags and
in faded velvet gowns, and not a
few in motley surging on. The
street gamin pushed in with some
thing the same "chic" or 'cheek"
he would gladly crawl under the
circus canvas if he might; he
wanted to hear the refrains to
whistle, after, in his alley; he
could dispense with the opening
prayers. The tired man of the
world, the woman of the demi
monde, the aged, the feeble, the
handsome youth, the giggling
girl leading younger sister; all
professions, all trades and no
trades, all workers, idlers of all
ages-and even newspaper men
passed in and out day and night,
Sunday and week day, those letter.
ed doors. We had not,
as yet, kept our word;
that piece of pasteboard was
still lying there unnoticed that
would at once open door for our
admittance; but the grand, old,
sublime liturgy of our forefathers,
the prayers and hymns they had
prayed and sung responded to
our every need and every fibre of
our souls hunger met its tull sus-
tenance in that liturgy of morn
ing and evening and in the still
greater-the "Divine Liturgy
the Eucharist.
Our sturdy will, our stubborn
stolid Indifference to those reli-
gious services that were being
conducted hour after hour not
half stones throw from our very
front door knocker, reminded us
of little story of Hawthorne's
while he was consul at Liverpool
under his life, long friends adj
Observation-Disclosures. 1t was at
this time that he wrote that most
perfect English classic, "Our Old
Home" He took a certain road
each morning in his walk to the
consulate and he realized by some
one of those intuitions, no mind
can fathom, that a very insolent-
faced beggar, always to be found
at the same spot, was determined
to catch his eye for an aims,
and Hawthorne determined that
he should not. For a solid four
years, his term of Office, he took
pains to pass that figure, and it
was Greek met Greek, strange to