The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1896-01-15

"Do you not knO,C me2" said my lore.
q,fietness, and unable to help myself In
this terrible crisis might get help from
one to whom my extremity was but an
opportunity.
walked up the aisle, and finding all
| in darkness, the moon at the moment be-
ing obscured, felt my way as far as Sir
Piers fat monument and sat down upon
| It, had been there scarcely minute
when faint sound, which seemed rather
sigh or an audible shudder than any ar
ticulate word, came out of the darkness in
front of me. My great trouble had seemed
to mako superstitious fears for the time
impossible, but at this sound 1 started
and trembled, and holding my breath felt
cold SILVER run down my back. Notion
| less peered before me and yet could see
nothing. All was gloom, the only distin-
guishable feature being the east window.
What was thatP A soft rustic as OF
| ghostly garments moving In the aisle was
succeeded by another sigh winch maze me
rise from my seat, my hair stiffening
Then saw the outline of the east window
growing brighter and brighter, and
knew that the moon was about to shine
clear of the clouds and longed to turn and
fly, yet did not dare to move.
Suddenly the light fell on the altar steps
and disclosed a kneeling form which
seemed to be partly turned toward me, as
though watching me. The face could
not see-it was in shadow-and I stood
ftransflxed, gazing at the figure, half in
superstitious terror and half in wonder,
until voice had not heard for years and
yet should have known among thousand
'wno cans mef / mutUered noarseiy,
knowing and yet disbelieving, hoping and
yet with terrible fear at heart.
at is I-Petronilla!' said the same
voice gently, and the the form rose and
glided toward me through the moonlight.
at is I-Petronillal Do you not know
mei" said my love again and fell upon my
breast.
She had been firmly resolved all the
time not to quit her father and on the
first opportunity had given the slip to her
company, while the horses were being sad
died at Watney's farm. Stealing back
! through the darkness. she had found the
house full of uproar and apparently occu-
pied by strange troopers. Aghast and not
knowing what to do, she had bethought
herself of the church, and there taken
refuge On my first entrance she was
horribly alarmed. But as walked up the
aisle she recognized-so she has since told
me thousand times with pride-my foot
step, though it had long been stranger
to her ear, and she had no thought at the
moment of seeing me or hearing the joy
full news brought.
And SO my story is told. For what
passed then between Petronilla and me
lies between my wife and myself And 1T
Is an old, old story, and one which our
children have no need to learn, for they
1 Al - HOO. Co. tI,n.. cx.Ix
and their children are growing up to tell
1t. think in some odd corner of the house
there may still be found very ancient
swallows pest, which young girls bring
out and look at tenderly, but for my
sword knot fear 1t has been worn out
these 80 years What matter, even though
1t was velvet OF GenoaY He that has the
substance lacks not the shadow.
| never saw my father again, nor learned
accurately what passed az Watney's farm
after Petrcnilla was missed by her two
companions, but one man, whom could
III spare, was also missing on that night
whose fate is still something of q mys
terry. That was Martin Luther. have
always believed that he fell In desperate
encounter with my father, but no traces
Of the struggle or his body were eveI
found. The track between Watney,s farm
and Stratford howayer rms for n certain
distance nv the river and at soma noint
, on this road / think Martin must bavs
come nm with the refugees. and falling
either To find Petronilla with them or 10
get any satisfactory aocount Of her must
have flung himself on INV father and been
fo;led md killed. The exact truth I have
said. was never known. though baldwin
and 1 talked over it again and again. and
there were even some who said that a
servant much resembling Martin Luther
was seen with INV father I'm the low coun.
tries not month before his death. mn,
no credenoe i'm this however. having good
reasons to think that tbe moor foolSwhc
was wiser in his sane moments than most
men-would never have left nv service
while the breath remained In his body.
have heard It said that blood washes
out shame. NV father was killed in a
skirmish in the Netherlands shortly be.
fore the peace Of Chateau Cambresis and
about three months after the events here
related. I have no doubt that he died as
a brave man should, for he had that yir-
tine. He held no communication with me
or with any at Cotton End later than that
which have here described, but would an.
pear to have entered the service of Car.
dinal Granville, the governor of the Moth
erlands. for after his death word came r.
the Duchess of suffolk that Mistress Anne
Cludde had entered nunnory at Brupes
under the cardinals auspices Doubtless
she is long since dead.
And so are many others Of whom I