Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1902-10-04

bOOhluB upWdTu. Lelly gaze WIS
lost In a waving, gently murmuring
OF green leaves. nearly hid.
ing the trees wealth of large, thick
skinned oranges. Beyond, in flicker
ing rays of light, she could see the
deep clear blue OF Californian skies.
There was no sound in this shelter.
ed corner of the old Court House gar.
den, except the occasional trill of a
bird, and the staccato notes of the in.
sects in the grass. Lefty, a reserved
and sentimental English girl, was ov-
erwhelmed by the glamour of the hour
and place. and the half.serious, half
playful. altogether irresistible charm
of Luigi Duplay.
Duplay Lewis Smith in the little
town in Illinois where his folk "resid.
ed') had met Lefty and her parents
especially Letty-in the best hotel in
Sacramento. They were travelling for
pleasure in Western America. Luigi
was trick cyclist." His portraits
and posters were scattered over the
town. He was short, young and 1.-the,
with a pale, shrewd. clearly cut face,
and smooth, fair hair.
lie held Letty's hand closely in his.
His eyes-bright, tender, flattering-
now rested on her pretty, dropping
lids, and then on her conscious, smil.
ing lips. Lefty forgot his doubtful
grammar. Even his twang was melo.
dious.
'If ! wasn't booked at Frisco. Miss
Lefty. and there weren't hundreds of
mean guys ready to copy my act I'd
follow you to Europe-say, like a
dog" protested Duplay, leaning
against the orange tree.
There was silence for while. Let.
ty played with bunch of violets in
her belt. He watched her idle fingers.
Then they both looked up. There
seemed no necessity to speak Lefty
tossed three of the violets towards
him. He caught one and stopped for
the other, and then. smiling a little.
drew them across his lips and lifted
his eyebrows.
What will you give me for the VIC.
lets?' asked Lefty quickly.
The earth. with barbed wire fence
around 1t and blue jay on the top"
said Duplay. still holding the violets
against his lips. Just you look at
that orange over your head, Miss Let
ty-say! II It amt enormous!
There-see?"
Letty's grave eyes wandered among
the clustering leaves, and his cheek
was very near as he too looked up.
What does boy deserve who
doesn't dare?" whispered Duplay.
81 don't know what you mean" an
swered Lefty.
Reaching up, the trick cyclist pulled
q sprig of leaves, with a few half.open
blossoms, of the tree.
viii you keep this-for my sake
till we meet again in the old country"
he begged.
Orange blossom" exclaimed Let
ty simply.
"Why not? We shall never forget
today-never!"
Never" repeated Lefty softly.
Luigi Duplay was really handsome,
and the perfume of the leaves and
flowers in her hand made her sigh
with its subtle sweetness.
How much he loves me-" That
was her one thought-painful, delight
full, agitating-as she went away with
the sprig of orange blossom.
"Duplay on the Wheel. Juggling
Extraordinary! Americas Unique Cy-
dist"
These words, in the center of the
program of the best variety theater in
London, attracted the attention of MIR.
Francis Vansittart, as he sat in the
stalls with the happiness of having his
fiancee on his right, her mother on his
left and her father in the seat beyond.
Mr.. Vansittart was small, alert and
dapper; 35 years OF age. with kind,
twinkling eyes behind gold eyeglasses
and perfectly unaffected, charming
manner.
At the word "Duplay" Mr.. Vansit.
tarts fiancee bent forward and stretch.
ed out her hand for the program.
Four years had passed since Lefty
parted from the trick cyclist in the
old Court House garden at Sacramen-
to. Leaning back in her seat, with
her rich, eligible fiance beside her, the
mere sound of his name altered her
whole train of thought.
She longed for the glorious warmth
and freshness of California. For a
few dreamy moments-for the first
time since she met him-Vansittart
was forgotten. She seemed to see
Luigi's eager face and to hear again
his passionate farewell.
How much no loved mel" she
thought. and half expected to see a
wretched, prematurely aged Luigi,
with strands of gray in his hair, come
sadly on to the stage.
AS d matter Of fact, Duplay, in his
blue velvet suit, was exactly the Du
play of four years ago.
"Awfully clever!" said Mr.. Vansit'
tart, as Luigi stood on the seat of his
bicycle and juggled with golden balls
They look like large oranges, don't
they? Too long, though, much toe
long!"
His tone exasperated Lefty. She
watched every graceful, daring feat OF
the trick cyclists with a mingled feel