The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1897-02-22


looking ut me; then he dashed down the
stairs and aboard the steuihor which was
about to leave the Wharf
In tho crowd last sight Of Lin. The
he'll rang out sharply. | was alunc and IN
despair. Behind no stood Uncle lobe
Let hlm go, Vreda. He'll come back,
I'll give him the money after awhile but
rot now. Young folks are too impatient Z"
You should have given 1t to him row,
uncle" | answered with choking voice.
Philip had not returned. The sun had
gone out Of my life I he rollicking echo
was dead. The days were gray ard dreary.
the nights intormnable. We had no
friends, There was no enc to come to
house that had no opcn door, no hand Of
welcome.
Uncle Tube wrostled with figures half
the day; the other half be devoted tn bust.
ness brands. In the evening he read the
newspapers. I was like Il denf mute.
"Tako a good long walk every day"
suggested compassionntoly Mrs Mitchell
"You look like ghost and are fading
away"
Alas, there was no enc for whom
would have exerted myself to keep fresh
and young, The sooner | grow old and
gray the hcttsr | would fit into my sur
roundings.
Fer Philip cried bitter tears. Unrlo
lobe never mentioned his name.
Poor old man. He must be fond &C you
both, Mrs Mitchell was wont to say now
and then when went to lcr room to talk
of Philip. "He is working himself tc
death trying to buy this little house Ny
nephew tells me this. He is employed in
the Office of his Attorney
81 hate the place since Phil is gone,'
cried bitterly. Everything Is gone-the
birds, the flowers ard the people, Only we
we are chained 10 this same old spot. "
"Wait, Miss Nreda Wait; later on, per-
haps''--
"That's what Uncle Tobe says, and then
it will be too late"
Not for you You are young, Miss
Vrcda, but your uncle. Nobody can make
him see what he ought to do. -
We lived our lonely lives, ard had lost
all hope that thiLgs would ever change.
One morning we found Unclo Tohe
dead in his chair. He looked as il be had
dropped into Il peaceful slumber. Mrs.
Mitchell ard | seemed turned to stone
when we discovered him. felt no sorrow,
puo was 'tiIllly lIlSHtGHtt. W htH luC
doctor came, he said that he could do moth
ing.
The funeral was very quiet and unosten.
tatiuus. There were no tears, no lGmenta
tions, no flowers, no friends After we
had laid him away it occurred to me that
the home in which l had lived so long
would now h. closed to me. But the
thought had no terror. Ii was relief
rather to be free l knew nothing about
earning my bread. Freedom was al
ycravcd
On the day after the burial Uncle Tobo's
testament was opened. Philip and were
his heirs. He had bought the little home
| and had left lis enough money to live IN
| comfortable circumstances
May God bless your he wrote. 81 had
no one on earth but you.
/ sobbed aloud as listened. "Oh, If he
had only given Philip the money when ht
peeded it,! ] must go ont and find him
Mrs. Mitchell soon convinced me of thu
futility of such beginning. Philip would
| come home sooner or later.
Poor uncle. Your happiness was all he
worked for!' was Mrs. Mitchell's admon
ishing cry.
He has taken it from me" walled
"He has made me miserable, and him
Philip, no may be lost forever.
lived quietly on with Mrs, Mitchell In
the little house by the river From day to
day waited The trees took on fresh foil
age, and then came the autumn and the
winter / waited in silence. With the
spring hope was renewed within me-
Suddenly, on the brightest day of all the
year, the bell rang with IA clang knew
the sound and FASTENED to the door, Phil
itNc or lNofn h,,t = a, It,l in,
youth whGm l remembered. The man il
whose arms l lay had serious thought
full face. | cried aloud.
BE still" he whispered. ~ don't wan,
uncle to know. l don't want to see him.
want you, only you"
"Unclep' repeated, Don't you know
that he is doad?"
81 am not sorry," he said bitterly. "Ht
took from me my youth. Want, care, anx
iety were my companions on the way. Aft
er many struggles success crowned my of
forts, and now we need no longer depenC
upon him. My factory is far away. My in
yention was worth its weight in gold. "
His eyes beamed down upon me as they
did ON that fateful Sunday. He took IN,
into his arms. ~ came back for you, my
happiness, my youth. Come, teach IN,
how to laugh again"
We cried and laughed in one. When Ii,
had told me everything, / showed hin
Uncle Tobe's last will and testament.
Not "a cent of this money will l take,
cried fiercely my lover, the companion o
my childhood "He has made our heart
bleed often enough for it,"
We were married and moved to the larg,
city, where Philip had his factory. Thu
little house we turned over to Mrs. Mitch
ellis care. Every summer we came home
bringing our children with us. My hus
bands heart has softened toward the lone
ly old man who had driven him forth int
the world, and OIL the anniversary of hi
death our little lobe lays sweet violets oil
ais grave.-St. Louis Republic.
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