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Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1898-12-08
Lines OF Travel.
Wlder's Steamship Cos
TIME TABLE.
q. l.. WIGHT, Pres. s. B. ROSE, Sec.
Capt. J. A. KING, Port Supt.
Stnnr. KINAU.
CLARKE, Commander,

Will leave Honolulu every Tuesday at 10
o'clock A. M, touching ut Lahaina; Maa.
laea Bay and Makena the same day;
Mahukona, Kawaihae and Laupahoehoe
the following day, arriving al Hilo on
Wednesday.
Returning, will sail from Hilo every
Friday at s o'clock P. M, touching at
Laupahoehoe, Mahukona and Kawaihae
same day; Makena, Maalaea Bay and
Lahaina the following day; arriving at
Honolulu Sunday A. NJ.
Will cali at Pohoiki, Puma, on the
second trip of each month, arriving
there on the morning Of the day Of
sailing from Hilo TO Honolulu.
The popular route to the Volcano IL
via Hilo. A good carriage road the
entire defiance.
Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1898-12-08
STAGELINE
HENRY BRYANT, Prop.

The stage for Kaneohe, Heeia, Wal
kane, Punaluu, Laie, Kahuku aud way
points, will leave POstoflice, Bethel
street side, at 3 a, m. Sundays except
ed), calling for passengers and pack
ages ut Lovejoy ~ Cos, No. 10 Nuuanu
street
usa.Stages will make the return trip
rom Kahuku daily. 1919
Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1898-12-08
Hawaiian Flags.

The l. X. L., corner Nuuanu
and King streets, has Hawaiian
Flags at &C., 10c., 25c., SOC. and
rs cts.
Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1898-12-08
SHIPPING NEWS.

Additional, and the latest Shipping News, will be
found on the eighth page.
Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1898-12-08

The Bulletin Classics its ads, Re-
sult-small advertisers get a square
deal,
Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1898-12-08
PASSENGERS ARRIVED.

1hODbNuEho hhhlNED.
From San Francisco, per r. NJ
s Moana, Dec 8-W j Thodwell,
w J White and wife, Jas Camp
bell, j Moore, Hy Holmes, Prof A
Koebele, Ed l. Howe, Bruce Cart
wright, Jacob Lands, wife and
family, Mrs Yates, Mrs Mott
Smith and nurse, L l. Bell, Miss
Bosshard, NJ b Mikran, Mrs T A
Jacobs and daughter, Mrs A l.
Scott, 2 children and nurse, G Z
Thrum, Mrs @ Nj Cooke and child,
B r Banning, A Nishwitz, Cecil
Brown and wife, j L Clay, Alex
Young and wife, + J Calef, Il G
Evans, Miss L Haskins, G Fl
Evans, r g Scott, Miss Call, Miss
Martin, Il S Valentine, A Albrecht,
Paul II Carney, G H Clapp, Miss
McIuerny, Major NJ Wood, Miss
L p Won Schmidt, w w Jone s
and SO in steerage.
PASSENGERS DEPART.
For San Francisco, per o S S
Alameda, Dec 7 -. The Mckee
Rankin Company, Mr. and Mrs
Il Schussler, Clara Mccarthy,
George Alexander, w L Bell,
Misses A NJ and + G Donnell,
Mrs @ Wright, G Nj Leavitt, Maj
II L Emmett, Capt Murphy, n I
Messer, Jr, Mr. and Mrs Brackley,
and fourteen officers and ten in
valid soldiers cabin and 315
privates of the New York regiment
In the Storage.
IMPORTS.
From San Francisco, per r Nj S
Moaua, Dec SIC bbls salmon, 4S
shoes, 20 pkgs tobacco, 16 bbls
beer, 372 fruit, % onions, 65 C
brygoods, Ii cs pork, 10 mchy,
10 metal, As toys, As C wine, 20
cotton hose, IL collins, 12l C
mill work, S2l pags army stor, 8
and large quantity of sundry
mdse.
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BORN.

SEABURY-In this city, Dec. 7, 1898,
to the wife of John Seabury, a
daughter.
Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1898-12-08
DIED.

LEE-In this city, Dec. 7, 1898, Jens
Martin Lee, native Of Norway,
aged 80 years.
Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1898-03-17

A hast. surrey CT the cavern some
what treasured me, and / remarked,
with satisfaction. that the hands of
Burlington were unstained save for the
patches of fungus. that his clothing
bore no evidence of committed crime,
that his features even were calm and
peaceful. Bending over his PROSTATE
body in the sorest perplexity heard
a welcome football, and an instant later
Demetrius stood beside me-
'Mark?" 1 stammered. Have you
seen Mark %
He is with his mother" he replied,
coolly. Then he too bent down and
gazed steadily into the face of his en-
envy.
He is not dead, Mr.. livingston"
The fellow asked no questions. He
binary stoicism.
HE is very badly injured" 1 an
swered, curtly-'I fear fatally"
what are you going to do?" he
whispered.
DO? Why, get him out of this-at
once"
He laid heavy finger upon my fore
arm.
Mr.. Livingston" : his hot breath
stirred the hair upon my temples-''Mr.
Livingston, the tide is coming in
The diabolical suggestiveness of the
words palsied my tongue.
THE tide is coming in" he repeated.
slowly, horrid smile upon his clean
cut lips.
1t would be wise, I reflected. to ignore
his meaning.
YES I returned, 1--WE have not a
minute to lose. Take his feet, DemetFi-
us. Luckily, we are strong men,"
But Demetrius folded his massive
arms and stood erect.
Take hold, man."
"No."
Then, with a startling change of ia
cial expression, a very petard of words
exploded, thunderclap from a sullen
cloud. This was his enemy, his mas
ter's enemy, whom destiny had deliv-
cred into our hands. He had been
struck down with foul murder in his
heart. He deserved to die. He should
have died at the hangman's hands a
score of years ago. If we succOred him
now, and i'll came of it, the blood
of the innocent would be upon our
heads.
All this and much more. with amaz-
ing flueEcy and vehemence. When he
had finished speaking, the plash of wa
ter mingled family with the echo OF
his concluding words. A wave, the her.
aid of the incoming tide, had broken
with sullen murmur upon the rocks out
side.
81 have heard what you say. For the
sake of your long years of faithful serv-
ice 1 shall try to forget what has passed.
| Take hold
NO" said he, for the second time.
ITO BE Continued
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ssBut please let me see who it is first"
"Oh! we'll see who it is fast enough.
and they'll see who ami"
It was woman She was canvass
ing for the benefit of charity. She
had never heard of Mr.. Bowser, but
she saw the name on the letter-box and ;
it struck her that it belonged to a kind
hearted, iberal-handed man. As she
entered the door she thought she would
strike him for five dollars. As she
mounted the stairs she decided to make
it ten dollars. As she caught. her first
glimpse of him, standing in the door
with the cloth around his throbbing
brow. she hoped he would give $50.
eWho are you, and what in Texas
have you come up here fori" was the
greeting she got, and the wind of IL
almost lifted her hat off her head.
IL am soliciting for charitSi" she
stammered.
Soliciting for cats and dogs! How
dare you ring my bell? Here am, n
dying man, and you come dumping up
stairs and talk about charity! Wom-
an, if you were man, I'd take you by
the n-n-neck and I'd che-oke the life
out of youi"
She didn't wait to argue the case. On
her way down to the street she Won
dered how she could have been so mis-
taken in the name, but she wondered
as she walked.
"Oh! Lordi OH Lordi" grosaned Mr..
Bowser, as he returned to his rest.
''I wish you'd let me go to the doc
tor said Mrs. Bowser. as she lowered
near him.
go for nothing! Haven't I had these
headaches for years, and has a doctor
ever helped them? What / want is
sleep, and by the living lingo I'll have
it or go to Jail for murder! The idea
of that strange woman dumping up
stairs to strike me for charity! Why
IL"
He couldn't find words to continue.
and after long, deep growl he turned
over and fell into troubled sleep. Mrs
Bowser muffled the bell, but directly
some one knocked at the door. She
opened it and turned away a match
peddler, and ten minutes later a wom-
an who wanted to do family washing.
Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1898-03-17
WITH THE LARK.

Night Is for sorrow and dawn is for joy,
Chasing the troubles that fret and annoy:
Darkness for signing and daylight for
song
CHEEKY and chaste the strain. heartfelt
and strong.
All the night through. though moan in
the dark,
1 wake in the morning to sing with the
lark.
Deep in the midnight. the rain whips the
leaves,
softly and sadly the wood-spirit grieves.
But when the first hue of dawn tints the
sky,
shah shake out my wings like the birds
and be dry;
And though. like the rain drops. grieved
through the dark,
shall wake in the morning to sing with the
lark.
On the high hills of Heaven. some morn
ing to be,
Where the rain shah not grieve thro the
leaves of the tree,
There my heart shall be glad for the pain
l have known,
For my hand shall be clasped in the hand
of my own;
And though life has been hard and deaths
pathway been dark.
shall wake in the morning to sing with
the lark!
Paul Dunbar. in Outlook.
Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1898-03-17

and Mr.. Bowser still slept on. Then
came a boy to ask if a certain pack
age had been left there by mistake-a
man who was looking for fam
lily named Davis-a little girl who want
ed to sell artificial flowers. All were
turned away so softly that the sleeping
man was not disturbed, but five min
utes after the last call, and just as Mrs
Bowser was felicitating herself that all
was doing well, the stuffing fell out of
the bell and there was a ring to arouse
the dead.
''Still at it, are they" shouted Mr..
Bowser as he sat up. by the whiskers
of Socrates. but I'll have blood for
thisl''
please go to sleep again, and I'll
turn 'em away" replied Mrs Bowser.
as she hustled about. but it was too
late. He rolled off the lounge and
staggered over to the door, and as he
opened it a sleek young man humby in
quried:
81 called to see if you don't want to
add to the value of your library by
subscribing to this volume Of"
He didn't finish Mr.. Bowser fell for
wards and seized him by the throat
and the hair and all other assailable
points, and he Topped him around and
banged him up and down till the poo
pie on the floor below cried murder"
When the young man had linlped down
stairs. and the wet cloth and the head
ache and Mr.. Rowser had got breath
enough TO speak, he stood before the
guilty Mrs Bowser and said:
Woman, you cajoled me into this
thing and must take the consequences.
Tomorrow we separate, and It viii be
forever and foreEer."
(There are worse things than pianos
mattresses, callers. children, dogs and
singing women TO be encountered in
fiat life. and Mr. Bcwser has got sew.
eral other things in store for him-)
Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1898-03-17
PHILOSOPHER CORRECTED.


Ben amin FrankIin's Experience
with Wig Maker.
When Benjamin Franklin went to
Paris as the representative of the re-
volted American colonies, he had to be
presented to the king, and it was a mat
ter of some solicitude with him how he
should array himself for that ceremony,
He was anxious not to be considered
lacking In respect for the French court.
where much formality regarding dress
was observed; but he knew it would
be an affectation for so simple repub-
lican as he was to initiate the court
dress. He decided, therefore, and wise
ly, to appear in a plain suit of black
velvet, with white silk stockings and
black shoes.
Nevertheless, he deemed it best to
make one concession to the French
fashion of the time by wearing wig
something which he had not been ac-
customed to do. He ordered OF a wig
maker the largest one the man had,
| and in season for the presentation the
| man himself brought the wig and set
| about trying it on
But do all he could, the man could not
squeeze the wig on the philosophers
head He tried and tried, and also es-
| sayed to convince Franklin, against the
evidence of his senses, that the wig was
a fit Finally Franklin said:
ST tell you, man, your wig is not large
enough"
Upon this the Frenchman threw the
wig down in a rage.
Monsieur" he said, that is impos-
sible. 1t is not the wig which is too
| small It is the head which is too
| large"
. Accepting the rebuke as deserved,
| Franklin went to the presentation with
| out any wig, and found there that the
| simplicity of his dress and the honesty
and candor of his manners won him
more esteem at the court than any con-
| cession TO fashion could possibly have
| done.-Youth's Companion
Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1898-03-17

low the horizon, the day dying fast
and the short spring twilight stealing
swiftly from landward.
Scrambling across the rocks, I
scanned anXiously the semicircu1ar
cove in front of me. No human being
was in sight. Hurrying on, I struck
again the sand, and on it the footprints.
These I followed to the mouth of the
Pirates cave. There-where the peb-
bles hid the tracks-the spoor was lost.
My worst suspicious were realized.
listened intently for the murmur of
voices. Then. slipping off my shoes,
stepped noiselessly forward. My right
hand gripped the stock of pistol
which Cat the urgent request of Gerard)
1 carried habitually in my pocket. The
cave had two chambers, an inner and
an outer. the latter lighted by small
aperture in the roof. I remembered
with a sudden gust of hope, that it was
possible to crawl through this aperture
and regain the cliffs above. I had per-
formed this feat myself at much per-
sonal Inconvenience, but Mark made lit
tie of it, Here, then, was loophole of
escape.
The silence, accentuated by the drip
and trickle of water, was horrible. A
more appropriate stage setting for a
tragedy could scarcely be conceived.
The dank walls, shiny with fungoid
growth, harbored no echo. What
nymph, indeed, would haunt so fearful
grot? The pools of water courted
blood-stained hands. And in the deep
crannies and assures were hiding places
for hecatomb of victims.
am no coward, but horror smote me
in the face.
As gliohed in the shadows to the en-
trance of the inner chamber / heard a
| peculiar noise-a fretting of garments
| against rocks. Pistol in hand, plunged
| forward. High up. crawling painfully
across jagged rocks, was Burlington;
but where was the boy?
| sHalti" 1 cried, sternly.
The sound of my own voice startled
me; and it startled the mailman above.
| He turned suddenly, grasped helplessly
| at the Shiny walls, lost his hold and
| crashed headlong to my feet. He had
| fallen In the most awkward possible
| place, q rift between two rocks For
the moment every feeling was ban
ished save that OF pity but how to e1'
| tricate him passed my understanding
He lay senseless upon his back The
trapezius muscles had borne the brrnt
of the shock and saved him a broken
neck: but in the nature of things he
must have suffered very grave interna
| injuries But the catastrophe added
| fuel to the flames of my anxiety or
Marks account. Had he escaped
through the hole in the roof? Or-l
dared not finish the sentence.
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Copyright, 1895

That Mr.. Bowser wasn't feeling well
when he got up in the morning was
patent even to the cat, and Mrs. Bow
ser touched him very gently during
breakfast and kept hoping that she
would get him away without a row.
This she succeeded in doing, but an
hour later he returned from the office
with splitting headache, to be nursed
for the rest of the day. She had tied
a wet cloth around his head and got him
tucked up on the lounge, and in five
minutes more he might have been
asleep, when the door-ben rang.
snow, then. what in the name of Hall
fax is that?" he demanded, as he
opened his eyes
Some one has rung the bell by mis-
take, probably" soothingly replied Mrs.
Bowser.
She had hardly ceased speaking
when the ring was repeated, and it hung
on so long that Mr.. Bowser sat up and
shouted:
IF that person shows his head up
here I'll have his life if have to burn at
the stake
Mrs. Bowser pulled the bolt and then
did her best to get him to lie down. He
was thoroughly aroused, however, and
when the footsteps of a caller were
heard on the stairs he flung open the
door and stepped out into the hall. 1t
was minister from Brooklyn-the
minister whose church Bowser had at
tended for years-and he had called to
ask after that small portion of his flock.
"Ah! My dear Mr.. Bowser," he be-
gan, as he held out his hand and smiled
warmly, ''but you see have"
Eyes. see you have!" shouted Mr..
Bowser, as his pale face flushed scarlet.
81 had just Topped down with a split
Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1898-03-17

cited the facts. annoyed me. He lets
urely assumed coat and waistcoat and
proceeded to put away his tools.
Don't alarm yourself, sir; can fi-d
Mr.. Mark He is around somewhere"
Somewhere! OF course; but where o''
HE ran down to the sands to get
some fresh water for his aquarium
1.-The sandsl Good God. man. and we
are standing here. Follow me-
I ran at top speed to the waters edge.
Yes. he had left his bucket and wan
dered north, searching. probably. for
shells in the masses of seagrass and
kelp which a recent storm had flung
upon the shore. I noted his footprints
in the wet sand. sand close beside them
the large, deeply-indented tracks of
Burlington.
Perdition. What if I arrived too
late?
To the south the sands stretched
widely fat for miles, a superb high
way, fringed with low sand dunes; to
the north were the cliffs, jutting prom
ontories of red sandstone. honey
combed with caves. These caves could
be entered only at the lowest tides,
and were favorite haunts of the beg.
In their dim rscesses were exquisite
medusn, pink, purple and green, star
fish, echinoderms, monstrous abalones
and other marvels. One cavern, to
which the Portuguese had given the
melodramatic title Pirates cave, had a
mighty fascination for Mark. He
listened to the yarns of the ancient
mariners and believed implicitly. with
the glorious faith of youth, that chests
of doubloons, dead mems bones and 9TH
err relics of Spanish buccaneers were
awaiting discovery. Upon the Pacific
slope, especially in springtime, tidal
waves are not infreguent and Mark had
received strict orders from his mother
never to venture alone into the caves.
I make no doubt that he ignored these
commands whenever opportunity
served.
AS ran, vagabond thoughts whirled
like dervishes through my brain. I
recalled the proverbial patience and
cunning of madmen. Burlington. armed
with powerful field glasses, must have
watched and waited possibly for a
full month"; for this very chance. From
my knowledge of the man shuddered
to think what foul use he would make
of it.
When I reached the end of the sand I
paused. A cove was directly in front of
me-in fact, n succession of coves, shell
tered, each one, by frowning headlands.
At high tide these coves were inaccessi-
BILE from the shore; and already the
| waters were tapping idly at the base of
| the cliffs. Seagulls screamed overhead.
The wet sand was blood-red with sun
set reflections. The sun itself was be-
Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1898-03-17
Great waste of words.

There was once a mathematical tutor
in one of the English universities who
was in the habit of boasting that he
neither knew nor cared to know any
thing about poets or poetry and con-
sitlered it all "a. lot of impractical rot
a certain brother tutor, anxious to con-
vert him, gave him the famous Charge
of the Light Brigade" to read The
mathematician took it up and began
to read aloud, thus: Half league
half a league, half a league" Then he
banged the book down, exclaiming, i'm
patiently: well, if the fool meant 4
league and a half, why ON earth didn'i
he say SOP
Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1898-03-17
CHAPTER ".

She fed homeward, seeking sanctu-
airy like some hunted creature. My first
impulse was to follow and console, but
duty and curiosity nailed me to the
spot. From the shadow of the cypress
fence / could see Burlington, myself
unseen. He strobe past. looking
neither to the right nor to the left.
walking as q man walks when he has
his goal in sight. I waited, thinking
hard; then I returned to the house.
Nancy met me as 1 passed the thresh-
old. Her sweet face was puckered and
lined by anxiety. Mother she gasped,
sis so i'll. Please come to her at once. I
am frightened
entered the parlor. Upon the couch
lay Mrs. Gerard. Her eyes were closed ;
her breath came. and went in short
gasps; her pulse was rapid and feeble.
At my suggestion Nancy left the room
to procure some aromatic spirits Of am
monia. Before she returned Mrs. Ge-
rard opened her eyes.
Mark" she murmured, family
"where is he? This faintness will pass;
but my child-Mr. Livingston, find my
child
humored her Instantly, fearing hys-
| terra. The sight OF the lad. I reflected
would still her poor futtering heart
more quickly than all the drugs in
Christendom- Mark, of course, was with
Demetrius. I had left the two at the
back of the house. building small
sloop upon plans furnished by me. The
Greek was no mean mechanic, and MARI
had proved an enthusiastic apprentice
Demetrius found busily at work, bu
the boy was not with him.
The impassivity OF the Greek, as I re
Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1898-03-17

ting headache when you had to ring the
bell and come tramping up here!
Haven't you got the sense of 2 boy
three years old %
81 beg your pardon, but did not
KNOW could not know that-that-"
THAT a man whose head seems as big
as a barrel and as sore as boil wants
show to get over it! It's mighty good
thing for you that you amt selling
charcoal or popcorn! If you were I'd
give you the boot and then throw you
downstairs"
The clergyman had known Mr. Bow
ser for several years. Now that he
looked at him more closely he saw that
he had made q mistake. This wasn't
the Mr.. Bowser of his congregation, but
a man named Jones or Green, and the
good man lost no time in getting down
stairs.
How can we ever return to Brooklyn
or our church % walled Mrs. Bowser. as
she walked up and down and wrung her
hands.
The idea of his hanging around here
the way he did," growled Mr.. Bowser,
as he went back to the lounge. The
next man who rings that bell before I
get over TINS neduacRe VIII WISH ne 0d0
never been born!"
There was peace and quietness for
the next quarter of an hour. Mrs Bow
ser wept softly to herself, and Mr. Bow
ser tried so hard to get to sleep that he
fell into doze- Then the door-bell
rang again. That was one of the things
the landlord had Recommendations
door-bell. He said it was equal to an
engine house gong. and was never out
OF order a steady push on the button
was warranted to lift the chairs IN the
sixth story off their legs
~By the great horn spoon. but that's
probably minister from Staten Island
or Jersey CityI" exclaimed Mr.. Bowser,
as he started up
'If you'll lie down quiet I'll go down
and see who it is and turn him away"
| said Mrs. Bowser.
'%We1l do nothing of the kind Iwake
| mp with a headache. go to the office.
but am obliged TO return am almost
| a dying man. but because We live in a
fat people think they can ring that bell
with impunity. I'll turn that hall into
. slaughter-house'i in about two min
rtesis
Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1898-03-17
The 30 Instinct.

why does a woman always buy her
postage stamps three at a time?"
$50 as to get pennies in change. OF
course"
.sWhat does she want to get pennies
for?''
well, that makes-it seem more like q
bargain Chicago Journal
Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1898-03-17
A PROPOSAL.

Without a word of warning be threw
himself at my feet"
20. well. You know he couldn't miss
them Plain Dealer.
Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1898-03-17
sIfrhtIx Df.ahIea

choliy-H should kiss you would
you scream?
Aaud-of course. but I'm swsuilx
hoarse.-Town Topics,
Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1898-03-17

People looking In windows are not
always looking at the goods. They are
looking to see themsefTes.-Wash
ton (Ia.) Democrat.
Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1898-03-17

-Godmothers never do anything for
their godchiidren except IN story
bools.-Afehison Globe.
Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1898-03-17

low the horizon, the day dying fast
and the short spring twilight stealing
swiftly from landward.