Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1902-10-11


what fateful power it is that sizes two
individuals born at opposite ends of
the earth and hurries them along
through varied scenes and vicissi.
tudes, each ignorant of the others ex.
istence, bringing them together,
sometimes in love and friendship,
sometimes in enmity and deadly hat.
red.
These philosophic thoughts were
suggested a few days ago as we dou.
bled the northwest corner of a street
in the great Kaleidoscope city of Chi.
Cago. On that northwest corner was
a fruit stand. That fruit stand had
withstood many change in Chicago's
governing powers.
Doodle aldermanic bodies had sue.
ceeded each other, police chiefs had
come and gone and were forgotten,
mayor followed mayor; yet there 1t
stood, serene amid the warning ele.
ments of municipal and State cleo.
tons, and other such tempests in tea
kettles. One ear.ringed foreigner aft.
err another. Drawing the sun and storm.
raked in the nickels, doled out the ba.
nanas, and returned to his native land
wealthy and Independent. Truly it
might be said of that apple stand:
ut shall still stand in the undimin.
lshed splendor of its bananas when
some traveller from st. Louis shall
stand on broken arch of Clark street
bridge to sketch the ruins of the coun.
ty building"
BY that stand presiding over its
destinies, was a black.haired, black.
eyed, black.eyebrowed, olive.complex.
Toned daughter of Greece. BY that
stand, and gazing into those danger.
Gus Greek optics, was a stalwart form
with red hair, blue eyes, blue coat and
brass buttons, silver star on breast,
and a tasseled hickory under his arm
He looked good.natured and honest
and wore a well.educated blond mus.
tache. There was one defect in his
physique-he was so round.shouldered
as to be almost humpbacked His
name was Michael OCallaghan. or, as
he himself put it, "officer Michael
O'Callaghan."
There they stand, the one, for
aught we know, lineal descendant of
Leonidas, If that worthy had ventured
into matrimony before he ventured in.
to Thermopylae; and the other-it
goes without saying-a descendant of
somebody equally ancient and illustri.
Gus. Yes, there they stand-from Ire.
land and from Greece-making love
to each other on the curbstUne Of
busy street in Chicago. oh, Love, they
say you rule the court, the camp, the
grove; you do indeed, and ycu rule the
curbstones, the apple stands and the
police force of the city OF Chicago.
How Mr.. Michael O'Callaghan had
ever succeeded in making love to the
fair Zoe-for that was the name of
this Pythoness of the apple stand
the boy Eros himself only can tell; for
Zoe's vocabulary in English was lin.
tied to such trade terms as two TO
fife," three TO- fife," and Micnaers
knowledge of modern Greek was, II
anything, more limited. Love laughs
at locksmiths, but the little rascal in
this case seemed equally to laugh at
languages, and the Tower Of Babel had
no more penal consequence for him
than ii II never raised its defiant head
to an offended heaven.
The officers beat embraced the 10.
cality on which stood the apple stand,
and surely no policeman ever Travelled
his district so rapidly as he did. Ever
and anon his bright star flashing cor.
uscations of light, and his eyes, blue
as his native skies when 1t is not rain
ing there, flashing conurcations of
love, would round the northwest cor
ner and approach the apple stand.
How much?" he would say, holding
an apple which Zoe had FURNISHED
that morning with a greasy rag, while
the Volapuk language OF love would
say more truly than ever Byron said
| it
Zoe nou sas apago,"
and Zoe would answer with a smile
and a not unmusical voice:
Two TO- fife."
Then they would rummage amid the
fruit. their hands would meet, little
surreptitious squeeze of the fingers
would follow, and then this stalwart
suppressor Of anarchists would march
along, twirling his club, lowly whist
ling THE Girl Left Behind Me-" and
dreaming dreams no copper" ever
dared to dream before. These day
dreams generally took the shape of a
fat on the West Side. with Zoe Its
mistress, and little Graeco-lrish
lO'Callaghan growing and kicking up
its heels on the floor
Several times each day that unspok-
en- comedy of love was performed. Day
after day Michael boldly gazed into
those dark Grecian eyes, and Zoe stole
bashful glances into the Irish blue
ones, and the surreptitious finger
squeezing was perpetrated, but never
word was spoken save How much?"
Two TO- FIFE"
The time had now come when Ian
guage was a necessity, and toward this
desideratum our Lothario in blue, as
he marched through the crowded
streets, bent all the energies of his
thinking powres. Many methods rap
idly suggested themselves to his fer
yId imagination and were as rapidly