Austin's Hawaiian weekly. [volume] (Honolulu [Hawaii]) 1899-190?, 1899-07-01

Why, how funny! There's circle of them over
your head!
Horrors The last phase of retributive justice
had commenced, it was the fourth plague up to
date. From that fatal night in constant attend
ance upon the fated man was body guard of
flies. While he walked they foated over his head
in cleaning halo, when he sat they settled on a
neghborng place of vantage until he moved
again. A circle of living buzzng insects We
Gods how they buzzed! At the office they came
i'll with him in the morning and left in the after
noon; at church they came down the aisle with
him and lined up on the rail of the pew AT the
baths they deserted him while he was in the
water waiting for him on the railing. 1t was hor-
ribe! horrible Nor were the consequences less
dire. First came request from his landlady.
then a congo from his fiancee, last and worst
blow of all his dismissal from Jackson, Jackson
and Jackson. The Jackson himself sentenced
him severely, unexpectedly "Reay Jerrold we
cannot have you in our-al-um office any long
err These-er-insects that insist on accom-
panying YOU, you must have some reason for it.
You really can't -un-clean you know
Good day
He Jerrold Jackson not clean! He the pink of
perfection in dress and manners to be told he was
not clean.--He went out into the world disgrace
ed.-Unfortunatey his uncle was not the only
one who held this theory. He was paria11. an
outcast, acquaintance Stunned him, new friends
quickly dropped him. Gone can't walk down the
street you know with fellal1 that's got lot of
beastly flies over his head as if he rotten
watermelon, bah jove." Cast out from his situa-
ton he was helpless, he could do nothing. was he
not Jackson? His money dwindled. left him.
Restaurants, even when he was in funds denied
him. it gave the place bad name thew said. Free
lunch counters were barred to him. the lowest of
lodging houses refused him and his constant at
PENDANTS the flies Worn to bones, ragged. starry
ing the Ditless insects never left him for an in
slant. He had long ago given up the idea of kill
ing them. There was only one thing left one end
to his misery. Death by starvation or suicide
Even this was denied Tt was still only August
and winter was long way off with it's prospects
of immunity from hydom when the last act in the
drama closed.
One warm sutry night, when the weary in
habitants tossed restlesslv on their more or less
luxurious beds. in an old deserted shack on the
outskirts of the town Law all that remained in life
of the once gay if not brilliant Terrod Jackson.
Stretched on pile of sacking in one corner Of
the hove he was trying. not unsuccessfulv to
gain some sleep. for miracle of miracles stree
noon the flies had left him The first streaks of
daylight were struggling THROUGH, the chirlss in
the boarded up windows on his s1unberng form
when far down the road hum made itself ap-
parent a hum as of MYRIAD insects, a hmm that
rapidly resolved itself into black cloud of living
atoms. Had it been Fnvnt the mystery would
have readily resolved itself into a plague of To-
Gusts It was plague of flies. of revengeful
blood-thrsty flies, sent not by mighty prophet
to devour the land but urged by their own wrongs
to wreak retribution on one wreched human
being.
In the gray twilight of the morning the shack
stood black against the sky, black with--hies- bv