The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1896-07-11


hunched my shoulders.
"She doesn't play us any Of her old
pranks," continues he. "She doesn I say
one thing and 20 and do t'other the
next moment, us she used to do She's
too good. "
What could l say to one who was fond
enough to think that the summer would
come back at his wish and last forever?
"She's not the Same, Kit" he goes
on. ''No, not by 20 years, One would
say she is older than l am, yet she's
scarce the age of woman. And do see
she gets more pale and thin each day.
Dye think she's fretting for himY'
Like enough, Jack, says !. "What
would your He's her husband, and It's
us if he was dead to her. She cannot be
u maid again. IT'S young to be wild
ow and no hope Of being wife ever
more. "
"God forgive me, says he, hanging
his head.
"We did it for the best" says l. ave
could not foresee this. "
1t so happened that night that Mol
could eat no supper, pleading for her
excuse that she felt sick
what is 1t, chuck?" says Jack, set
ting down his knife and drawing his
chair beside Moll's.
1.-THE vapors, ! think, !" says she, with
faint smile.
May" says he, slipping his arm
about her waist and drawing her to
him my Mol hath no such modish
humors, 'Tis something else. have
watched ye, and do perceive you eat
less and less Tell us what ails you."
well, dear, " says she, II do believe
tits idleness is the root Of my disorder. 4"
After this we sat silent awhile, look
ing into the embers then Jack, first 10
give expression 10 his thoughts, says:
II think you were never so happy in
your life, Moll, as that time we were in
Spain, nor can / recollect ever feeling
SO free from care myself-after we got
ont of the hands Of that gentleman rob
Der. There's sort Of infectious bright
ness in the sun, and the winds, blow
which way they may, do chase away
dull thoughts and dispose one to jollity.
Eth, sweetheart? Why, we met never n
tattered vagabond on the road but he
was hallooing Of ditties, and kinder,
more hospitable set Of people never
lived. With couple Of rails In your
pocket you feel as rich and independent
as with el00 in your hand elsewhere.
At this point Mol, who had hitherto
listened in apathy to these eulogies, sud
don lN tNttphine, harIx hon nl,nf.. loAlyp at
us with strange look in her eyes, and
says under her breath, "ElcheH
"Barcelony for my money" responds
Dawson, whose memories of Elche were
not so cheerful as of those parts where
we had led n more vagabond life
"Elche" repeats Moll, twining her
fingers, and with smile cleaning in
her eyes.
Does it please you, chuck. to talk Of
these mattersY"
Yes, yesv returns she eagerly
lyon know not the joy it gives me, 4"
Twas near about this time of the
year that we started on our travels, "
said J.
Aye, recollect twas mighty cold
when we set sail, and the fruit trees
were all bursting into bloom when we
came into France. ! would we were
there now; Ell, Moll?"
what, dear?" asks she, rousing her
self at this direct question.
II say, what would You give 10 be
back there now, child?"
"Oh, will you take me there If
would go?"
with all my heart, dear Mol. II
there anything in the world I'd not do
to make you happy"
She took his hand upon her knee, and
caressing it says
Let MS go soon, father. f"
what win you be dancing Of fan,
dangoes againI" asks he, and she mods
for reply, though ] believe her thoughts
had wandered again TO some other mat
ter.
II warrant ] shall fall into the steI
again the moment ] smell garlic, but
III rehearse IL an hour tomorrow morn
Ing, that we may lose no time, viii
you have a short skirt and waistclotll
again, MollY"
She, with her elbows on her knees
now and her chin in her hands, looking
into the fire, nodded.
And you, Kit, continues he
lyon II get a guitar and play tunes for