Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1898-02-26

great hills lowered black then. their out
line fierce and strange. IL must mean
something, that line What could 1t ,neanS
After the moon had vanished he got a
little more rest. Yet the nights were
made up of half conscious fear-a fear
that Laurence grew to dread more than
his misery. He was tormented, too, by the
knowledge that the days were creeping ON
to the fuller moon again Then he would
get no rest from them at night, and he
was afraid.
One day his heart gave bound when
he saw in the street a woman walking
ahead of him. IL was Fannie. She was
going to save him. He had found her.
He hurried on, forgetting pain, jealousy,
the rage to avenge A doubt came over
him, but 1t was she-tbe same light brown
hair in loose coils, the figure not tall, but
soft and full. He came near enough to
hear her laugh. It was Fannie's laugh,
and he saw her companion. Laurence
grew blind with wrath. At the same In.
slant the young woman turned her head
and he realized that he had deceived him.
self 1t was not his wife.
That night the moon was beginning to
throw a faint illumination over the wide
space between the city and the hills, but
the outline was not clear Laurence had
been sharply moved by the false sight Of
Fannie He lay on his bed facing the
open window, his mind shocked into sense
Of his grief once more.
He slept and dreamed Of the little drug
store; Of his cottage near-a dream Of
common details. He was not distressed,
and he awoke calmer, but 1t was all to
live over again-the frantic departure, the
wearing journey, the nightmare Of hotels
and heat and strange, hard faces.
He was again at the door Of the noun.
tains asking for her They confron ted
him again, ominous, overbearing He
was afraid Of them, for his eyes could not
leave them, and the queer line meant moth
ing that he could understand, but 1t for.
babe and 1t beckoned at once
What must he dor Laurence knew there
was Chew, an answer He knew that the
question the crazy line was asking Of him
must be answered Why else was the out
line now sharp, In zigzaPs, now oddly
softer9 Never was 1t in the lines Of beauty,
always cratic What did 1t spell in Its
gigantic writingp He could not bear the
uncertainty He must find out
So the idea fixed itself In his mind. He
made his plan with nicely. He wrote O
letter to near relative, assigning the
store to his charge for the time He OBJ
liberated all marks by which he could be
identified and destroyed papers and cloth
ing He dressed himself in the simplest
q straw hat a flannel shirt, light coat
He was careful to leave word he was coins
back to Iowa He even bought ticket.
II was nightfall He was free Fannie
was gone, and he thought of her only AZ
part of the question that the far, shadowy
hills were asking Her real look was moi
In his visual mind The pain was moi
sharp-there was only confused troubl,
left where the pain had been-but he wal
afraid. Oh, that terrible fear Ii had ,
grip on his heart, on his nerve
Laurence wandered about for hour
with his fear The new moonlight cast
vague beauty over the hills and sky Il
which he was looking for a sign As h,
stumbled on toward them by westerl.
road that his feet found by chance the out
line seemed to grow clearer 1t wns no
ominous but promising finally
Toward dawn the first slopes OF the foot
hills took him to themselves The Rrea
line overhung him, fascinated him. com
mandcd him. 1t said:
"You are mine. have asked ques
ton. Yvn are mine. Comet"
Laurence's whole being was In the pow
or of great fear, a great purpose. I'll
went on, on, with raised eyes, toward th
impending promise of the lofty peaks
Was he to find there the peace no hat
missedp Was tho eternal sadness to gail
himP
His mind no longer asked the question
1t was blank.-New York sun