The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1896-09-14
TIE UNFOLDING OF A DREAM.
By W. W. OANFIELD.
Copyright, 1896, by the Author.l
CHAPTER |.

CHAPTER L.
1t was said by his acquaintance that
Charles Powell never rested except when
he was i'll bed OF i'll his BARRIERS chair.
He was buyer and seller of stocks,
bonds and other securities, was nearly
10 years If age, slightly gray, tall, thin,
nervous and restless. When he ate his
meals, he had paper OH the table be-
side his plate, and his eyes were con
stantly running through columns of
news, markets, advertisements and edi-
torials looking everywhere for bar
gains. After business hours he Contin-
ned his labors till late bedtime by re-
viewing the transactions of the day and
by writing letters of inquiry to men i'll
all parts of the country concerning the
condition of wheat, corn, cotton, rail
road properties, town bonds, banks,
manufactures and many other ibjccts.
From the answers received lac crew his
own conclusions as to which side Of the
market he should take,
The only confidant Mr.. Powell had
was his clerk, and 10 him he told no
more than was actually necessary for
the smooth transaction of business. He
employed II young lady stCnographcr;
but, as he wrote fully half his letters
after business hours at his rooms, she
knew little of his affairs. He had been
in New York nearly 20 years. During
that time he had never left the city.
He had not made "A princely fortune, but
had steadily advanced for he started i'll
as Il messenger boy, and now he calcu-
lated that he was the pcssessor Of secur-
tiles that could be sold the dullCst day
i'll the year for $3.50, coo.
1t was his custom to visit a modest
little barber shop near his office about
o'clock in the afternoon Of each day.
The shop was Il coZy corner, just big
enough for its two barber chairs three
or four se"ts for those who might be
waiting, Il liable containing periodicals
and Il small case from which the lovers
of good cigars could always make salts
flying selections
1t has been said that Mr.. Powell rest
ed only when in his bed on i'll his bar
ber's chair. Once, wheE talking about
his past life and this particular event
we are about to relate, he said that il
had long been his practice to relax
every muscle when he had composed
himself in the chair and was covered by
| the BARRIERS apron. He would close his
eyes, pay 10 heed to any surroundings
and, so far 40 possible, cease to think.
On this particular occasion, the 9th
day Of May, he remembered nothing
that happened after he had assumed his
customary attitude until he felt the ap
plicatiOn of the toilet water to his fresh
ly shaven checks, except this incident:
Two gentlemen with whom he lad
often done business on the market
stepped through the open door and vp-
preached the cigar case just as Mr.
Powell moved forward to take his place
in the chair. While the apron was be-
ing adjusted he heard this conversation
You were not on the market last
week?'
mo; out Of town.
"Too bad. You lost good chance to
make SIS, 600 or $50, 000."
eyes, know it. But / haven't been
to my old home in years. Too much
business to get away. l determined to
pay the old town visit and 50 locked
up the office and started 1t did me a
world of good, too, ana l will never re.
greet the trip.
Nor will you ever miss what you
failed to make, " was the reply. eve
all work too hard. There isn't a man
ON the street who wouldn't be the bet
ter for more recreation.
Then Mr. Powell lost himself, and
hn nj +ar n
his face he started, sat bolt upright il
his chair, looked in establishment at hi:
barber and demanded how he came
there.
you came in by the door, sir, " was
9 the reply.
"How long have been here?"
well, guess bout dwenty minutes
Dere vas no customers Waiting und yor
vas asleep, so take my time. y
"What day is this, Mr.. Kreeger?"
"Dis is Toosday, May dwenty seven
Mr.. Powell \"
"And are you sure l haven't beel
, here more than 20 minutes:"
yah, Mr.. Powell, am certain. You
+ come i'll us usual, ned to me n leedl
und hang up your hat and umbrella
Den i'll a couple of minutes, ven | finisl
a customer, you come i'll dis chair, unC
befor had lathered your chin you va
asleep"
Mr.. Powell glanced at his watch
Then he went to the stand, upon which
were spread the daily papers, and ex
amined several of them. He then step
ped to the door, beckoned to a newsbo.
and bought two of his last edition, bot
of which he looked through carefully
Then he turned, paid for his shave, ad
5 justed his neckwear, remarked that Il
was very strange" and went out.
{ CHAPTER II.
Just how long Mr.. Powell pondere,