The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1897-01-18

my frien, Mr. Ssnchun? That's the
way with them Cajuns," Aiken offered
apalogo tically to his guest. "Ain't got
sense enough to know white man when
they see one" Grcgoire took her hand.
I'm mighty glad TO see you, 'Tite
Refine. " he said from his heart. She had
for some reason been unable to speak
Now she said somewhat Historically:
lyon mus escuse me- Mista Gre
goire. It's the truth. didn' know you
frs stan in up there.
A deep flush had supplanted the for
ner pallor Ct her face, and her eyes shone
with tears and i'll concealed excitement.
Il thought you all lived yonda in
Grant" remarked Gregoire carelossly,
making talk for the purpose of divert
ing Aiken's attention away from his
wife's evident embarrassment, which
he himself was at loss to understand.
"Why, we did live right smart
while III Grant, but Grant amt no par
ish to make livin in. Then l tried
Winn an Caddo spell. They wasn't
no better. But l tell you, sub, Sabine's
ID sight worse than any of 'em.
Why, man can't git drink Of whisky
here without going out of the parish fer
it or across into Texas. I'm fixin to sell
out an try Vernon"
Bud Aiken's household belongings
surely would not count for much i'll the
contemplated SELLING out" The one
room that constituted his home was ex-
tremely bare Of furnishing-a cheap
bed, pine table and few chairs
that was all. On rough shelf were
some paper parcels, representing the
lardcr. The mud daubing had fallen
out here and there between the logs Of
the cabin, and into the largest of these
apertures had been thrust pieces of
ragged baggirg and wisps of cotton.
A tin basin outside on the gallery Of
fered the only bathing facilities to be
seen. Notwithstanding these draw
backs, Gregoire announced his inten-
ton Of passing the night with Aiken.
I'm JUS goin to ask the privilege o.
layin down yere on yo' gallery tonight,
Mr. Aiken. My boss amt i'll frs class
trim, an night res amt goin to hurt
him O. me either" He had begun by
declaring his intention of pushing on
across the Sabine, but an imploring look
from 'Tite Reine's eyes had staid the
words upon his lips. Never had he seen
in woman's eyes look of such heart
broken entreaty. He resolved on the in
slant to know the meaning of it before
setting foot on Texas soil. Gregoire had
never learned to steel his heart against
q woman's eyes, no matter what Ian
guage they spoke. An old patchwork
quilt folded double and moss pillow
which Title Refine gave him made bed
that was, after all, not too uncomfort-
able for a young fellow of rugged habits
Gregoire slept quite soundly after he
laid down upon his improvised bed at 8
O'Clock. He was awakened toward the
middle of the night by some one gently
shaking him. 1t was Title Refine stoop-
ing over him. He could see her plainly,
for the moon was shining. She had not
removed the clothing she had worn dur.
ing the day, but her feet We're bare and
looked wonderfully small and white. He
arose on his elbow, wide awake at once.
ivy, Title Refine, wat the devil you
mean? W'ere's yo' HUSBAND
1.-The house kin fall ON i'm, ten goin
wake up Bud wen he's sleepin. He
drink too much" Now that she had
aroused Gregoire she stood up, and, sink