The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1901-07-25
ROMANTIC HISTORY
OF MARY MA|H|A|
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tiyes the girls mother and sisters, ac-
companied by her three brothers, i'm
imediately came to Honolulu, her father
having died. There was a great reJolc-
ing and a big luau, which lasted for
several days, and which was attended
by hundreds of natives, who were very
much excited by the strange reappear-
ance of the little Hawaiian girl, now
handsome young woman, and who
never wearied of hearing her relate her
adventures.
Mary had become attached to Mrs.
Bates and her children, and did not
accompany her relatives back to
Kauai, when they departed, but re-
NAMED to serve her foster mother and
the little ones.
Later, she married, her husband dy-
ing after few months. She married
again, and her second husband was a
victim of a disastrous smallpox cpl
demic. The third time she married, her
husband lived only "a year, and a year
after his death she married her fourth
husband, with whom she lived happily
for over twenty years, and whose de-
cease, only five months ago, was an
occasion of great grief to her, follow
ing shortly upon the heels of a great
New Year luau, which had started
with bottle of gin and pailful of
swipes that had been presented to the
old folks as a New Year present.
Such was the story that the old
woman of ninety years related upon
the witness stand in the First Circuit
Court last week, and so promising of
interesting developments was the out
line of it, that the Advertiser sent
forth a reporter to seek behind a high
board fence on Vineyard street, near
Nuuanu, where the residence of Mary
Maihiai was reputed to be.
/ was the reporter, and I was in luck,
for that which I found behind the high
board fence was such a scene as may
not be witnessed often, even in Homo
lulu.
Old Mary Maihiai was seated upon
the doorstep of her hut, barefooted and
clad in an old blue blouse and a faded
fimsy red calico skirt, the struggling
beams of an old lantern on the floor
lighting up her fine old face, with it's
frame of curling white hair
| A little white dog, which is her es-
special pet, leaped up from its place
at her feet and yelped with a lively
semblance of ferocity. The yard In
| front of the door of the hut was paw
| ed with round lava stones, and the
glimmer of the lantern shone out over
| them far enough into the darkness to
show the outlines of a fish baking
| oven, an OlQ POI d Dig GAIA
bash, and a string of drying fish
which was stretched across from the
branches of mango tree to nail in
the side Of the hut.
Mary, who is now known as Mum
N.Y." received me cordially, and retold
the story, now and then lapsing into
| a succession of vowel sounds as her
English became difficult, to clear the
| idea IN her own mind.
| was accorded a seat on a three-leg-
ged stool, from which I changed to an
upturned washtub at the third tipping
and listened with interest, as she went
again over her story.
81 not remember when I born" said
she; ST born when before the mission
ary come. I little girl, so high, wher
missionary come. I go in boat with my
uncle; five other men; we go Molokai
Hook see Big storm come-wind blow
big wave-bpat go out sea. No eat
no drink; ten days, ten nights. I little