The county record. [volume] (Kingstree, S.C.) 1885-1975, 1901-09-12
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CHAPTER I.

from Ner QOck at Dan IFduCISCO,
pointed her sharp prov westward, and
headed for the romantic, and now his
toric port of Honolulu. The day was
q fine one in Septemt er, and most OF
the passengers stood on the deck
watching the maneuvers of getting
under way and, later, gazing ut the
receding shores of California.
On board the Monowai, my pretty
sister, Winifred, and myself, Thomas
Warringsord, were bound for Homo
lulu, to make our home with our
paternal uncle. whose name was the
same as my own. Winifred, as have
said, was pretty. She was at this time
eighteen years of age, tall and grace
full. and her name fitted her well. She
was winning. She possessed charm
of manner Of which I heard many
friends speak highly. Twas very fond
aud very proud of my lovely sister.
There was nothing remarkable about
me. I was q few years older than
Winnie, tall enough and strong enough
to take care of myself among ordinary
men, not so ugly in appearance as to
attract attention - nor handsome
enough to attract attention either.
Our father and mother were dead.
Mother had been from US a good many
years, and father had, q short time be-
fore our taking ship, succumbed to an
attack OF fever. He had been a sue
cessful merchant in New York, and
had left us fairly well provided for in
the matter Of fortune. Further, he
had placed US under the care of his
brother, to whose home we were now
going.
We knew but little OF Uncle Thomas
Warringford. He had not been in
America in a good many years. We
knew, however, from what our father
had frequently told US, that Uncle
Tom was a bachelor, very rich, and
lived on a large sugar plantation in
the island of Oahu, upon which the
town of Honolulu is situated.
Upon receiving news Of my fathers
death, with the facts I have already
given, Uncle Tom Immediately wrote
us long and very affectionate letter,
urging US to come at once to his home,
and make it our own.
He portrayed wildly the beauties
of the climate and the luxury OF the
life in Oahu, and under his urgent
invitation it was not difficult matter
for US to decide to accept his invita-
ton and obey our fathers wish.
Therefore, we had hurriedly
arranged our plans, packed what goods
we wished to retain, sold the rest Of
the household belongings, and crossed
the continent to San Francisco, to
embark on our ive days ocean voyage.
We, like the others on board, were
on deck, actively interested in every
thing that was going on. We stood
near the rail. I smoked, Winnie
talked, and chains ratified. Sailogs
shouted, passengers kissed friends
good-bv, and other friends waved
adieus from the dock head.
There was no one to see rs OF, 80
we amused ourselves watching the
the leave-taking of others.
We had not been long on board
when q tall, powerful figure among
the passengers attracted my attention.
"Jove!" said to Winnie. "There's
Arthur Gordon.
"!And who is Arthur Gordon, Tom?"
she asked.
That tall fellow over there, lean
ing against the pipe, looking utterly
disconsolate. "
"But who is he?"
"a good old Harvard chum. Best
fellow you ever knew. Now, I won
der what brings him on board the
Monowai. I am going over to speak to
him"
I crossed to where Gordon stood,
and slapped him on the back before
he knew who it was.
He turned, and with smile greeted
me.
"Whatl You here, Warsingford?
Whittier bound?"
We shook hands heartily, and I told
him why we were there.
And you? What are you driving
az" 1 asked.
mo- blessed thing" replied Cor
don. "Been in the worst kind OF
luck ever since We left Harvard. You
know 1 tried medicine. Well, the
money gave ont and I had to give il
up. Tried the road for wholesale
drug house, but they failed. Don't
know whether caused the failure or
not, but at any rate it threw me out
again. Then I boxed around from
one thing to another, managed to
scrape few hundred dollars togeth.
er, bat could settle on nothing that
held ont future. The2 got fever