The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1904-10-09

crack in brain and there fish t thish
dayi Every now'n then 1 go flip -
he appeared to pull light lever situ-
ated in his head n fire it off. See
Always hit something"
Tt was ten o'clock when. the job lot
of kilograms dispatched, Fairfax led
his volcano from the hotel and headed
for the apartment house. He expected
another balk at the entrance, for this
round of gaiety had come now to seem
to him eternal-he could hardly ina
CINE life in which he was not con-
Quoting a tipsy man through a maze
of experiences. So that it was one
of the surprises Of the evening when
Strong entered quietly and with per-
feet department took his place in the
elevator and got out again, eight floors
up, with the mildness of a dove. AT
the door of the apartment came the last
brief but sharp action of the campaign.
.Recky," he said, taking Fairfax's
shoulders in his great grasp, mo moth
er could be t. me what you've BEEN
Il hope not Rex responded prompt
ly, but Strong was not to be side
tracked.
mo mother n the world-not one
no sir!" he went on. His voice broke
with feeling. "Ill new forget it-nev'-
don't ask me to- he insisted. Dear
Recky-blessed old tom-fool-Im go'n'
kiss you goodnight
you bet you're not" said Fairfax
with emphasis. Let go of me, you
idiot" and he tried to loosen the hands
on his shoulders.
But one of the most powerful men in
New York had him in his grip, and
Rex found himself suddenly folded in
Billy's arms, while chasta salute was
planted full on his mouth. As he
emerged a second later, Disguised and
furious, from this tender embrace, the
clang of the elevator twenty feet away
caught his ear and, turning, his eyes
met the astonished gaze of two young
girls and their scornful, frowning
father. At that moment the door of
the Strongs apartment opened. there
was vision of the elder Mr.. Strong's
distracted face. the yellow CLEAN of the
last telegram in his hands, and Rex
fed.
Two weeks later a May breeze, rust
ling through the greenness of the quad
rangle, brushed softly the ivy-clad brick
walls, and stole, like a runaway child
to it's playmate, through an open win
dow OF the Theological Seminary build
ing at Chelsea Square. Entering so, it
tapped suddenly at the white curtains
as if astonished. What was this? Two
muscular b1ack-clad arms were stretch
ed across a table, and between them
lay a brown head, inert. hopeless. It
seemed strange that on such May
day, with such May breeze, life could
look dark to anything young, yet Regi-
maid Fairfax, at the head of the grad
uating class, easily first in more than
one way-in scholarship, in athletics.
in versatility, and, more than all. like
George Washington, first in the hearts
of his countrymen,' the most popular
man of the Seminary-this successful
and we'll beloved young person sat
wretched and restless in his room and
let the breeze blow over his PROSTATE
head and his idle, nerveless hands.
Since the night of the rescue of Billy
Strong he had felt himself another and
a worse man. He sent note to his
cousin the next day.
Dear Carly" it read; For mercy
sake let me alone. know I've lost my
chance at st. Erics and I know you'll
say it was my own fault. don't want
to hear either statement, so don't come
near me till I hunt you UP, which 1
will do when am fit to talk to white
man. I'm grateful, though you may
not believe it. Yours-Rex."
But the lost chance at st. Ericss, al
though it was coming to weigh heavily
on his buoyant spirit. was not the
worst of his troubles. The girl from
Orange-there lay the sting. He had
sent her a note as well, but there was
little he was free to gay without be-