Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1896-10-09
orr NExT-D0oR NEIGHBoR.
BY ANNE MARIE PRESCOTT.

the shrill, piercing call of the
locomotive, we go quickly to the
port hole, square cut out of our
north wall facing the sea, and not
far from it, and we, eagerly, watch
The train by its lights, for it is a
pitch. dark night and rainy, dash
ing on toward Multi, the ter
minus. 1t has been day of high
wind that the sea fairly smokes
and froths at the mouth-ugh!
After the singing of the children,
for they can sing well; after the
music of the little organ, that is
not bad, aud after the tones of the
Preachers voice, for they are
tones in keeping with his subject,
the time, the place, the work and
all the rest; at all rates SO it seems
10 us, we like. strange to say we
are peculiar" in our likes and
dislikes the harsh screech of that
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS. We enjoy
things done by wholes, on the
whole; and there is verify no half
measures about that little piece of
mechanics. It's a sturdy fellow
looking this plantation world
square in the face-up early and
down late. 1t is in perfect har-
mony, too, with tine and place
and is playing its part grandly.
In this very quiet, sleepy, nod
ding, mapping, 90 to-bed-at-7
O'Clock Chinese village, it reveals
ard unfolds to the newcomer the
enterprise of sterling business
men, II current not to be turned
aside, repressed or daunted, even
by the mountain. high obstacles
which obtained here in engineer
ing this same railroad. 1t sha-
dows forth in itself, that little en-.
CINE, what Hawaii, the king of the
Sandwich Islands. for we call
Kauai the queen, can and must
become. 1t is inevitable, and
needs no seer.
Aud next to that noisy noise of
railway carriage we like (love)
the whistles of Mali. She is
our "neighbor" you know. Well,
Multi, we say, awakens us
prom pity at a. IN. whether we
will or no; for it is no uncertain
sound but almost enough loud and
prolonged to make those lying
out there in the churchyard get
on to their feet if it were possible,
and we get on to ours if not al
ready there. Yes, we like Multi
passing well, we mean to say we
like the stir begotten of raising
oane-we like the pretty little
picture-the oil-painting water.
color we should say set in its
frame of sea and trees and sky of
many compilations; it looks so
snug, quiet and sweet washed by
the breakers. All ! distance Ton.
ly mile) lends enchantment to
our view and leave it so. For if
we went for close inspection and
the naked truth" what should
we find, likely, to dispel our
fanciful illusions, woven from our
own brain, and the birds eye
view of a little, east end window /!
Echo answers, glibly-"wha-t' ?
Well, mill, tall chimney, din
ing room, a Chinese restaurant or
two, saloon or three, some rude
dwellings,, very few better ones
with gardens Of flowers and lawns;
all this my Echo. "What else and
what more and more vital yet for
Il true picture or a landscape
even a seaside etching? Life,
and not still-life only. Who lives
and moves and has being there
who thinks, and loves and hates,
who works and prays, and blesses
in your tiny kingdom by the
Sea ? Wait a minute, Echo, for
you smother me with your inter.
negatives. You are young and
impulsive, very. Portuguese,
few, are there; Chinese, a many
are there. Several English gen
tlemen are there; one English
lady and pretty child - a peri
wiakle. There are but three white
women in this part of North Ko-
hala and two of those are employ
cd as teachers. We will tell you
no more at present: you are just
bit too inquisitive. We don't quite
like your kind of seeker-after-
knowledge. We delight in, indi-
rectly, REFRESHING the prying, in
trusive busybody; and you would,