Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1904-06-21

greatest and noblest of human aspira.
tons. on the one hand. one solitary
human life, Of which there were thou.
sands which could be well spared. II
did not occur to him that the first was
perishable, and would count as nothing
in the end of all things, whilst the 9th.
er would live through all eternity-an
immortal human soul. He rose and
looked again at the picture, and with
a sigh of content drew the curtain be.
fore 1t and left the studio for the night.
The next day, Paris was herself
again. The storm had passed, and the
sun shone brilliantly In n cloudless
sky Spring had come. and the birds
were singing gayly in the trees, on
which the gummy buds were almost
bursting. At IL o'clock struck from
the city towers. Emile Blisson was
breakfasting alone. The morning pa.
pers were beside him, neatly folded In
a heap. and as he slipped his coffee he
glanced at their contents. AS rule,
he looked at nothing beyond the great
events which make or mar the history
of nations. but today he scanned with
idle curiosity those columns which he
said existed but for the delcctation of
the bourgeois. The sordid details OF
life among the dissolute and criminal
did not appeal to him. but one para.
graph seemed to fascinate him. and he
read Il carefully. II ran: The body Of
woman, whose name is unknown, was
found floating between the arches of
the Pont Neuf. late last night. The
clothing bore no mark to assist identi-
iication. but upon the left forearm was
a dark purple scar, which had evident.
ly been there for some years" Then
followed particulars as to height, prob.
able age, and other details. He read
the notice over several times, and a
look of growing anxiety spread over
his features. Hastily ringing the bell.
he ordered his carriage. and. pushing
aside his half.fnished breakfast, went
lovingly at the great picture. Ten
minutes later he was driving along the
sunlit boulevards. now filled with car.
riages and throngs OF fashionable folk
The air was warm and balmy. and all
nature seemed to be rejoicing In the
first day of welcome spring. The
crowd recognized him as he passed.
and turned their heads to gaze at the
| man whose fame, though great. had
yet to reach its zenith. In few min.
utes his carriage drew mp before the
low. gray building. through whose por.
tails have been carried the saddest OF
human freights. He paused before en-.
tering blaming himself for fears which
he felt to be groundless. but still urged
by strange curiosity to satisfy him
! self.
! Inside there was the usual scene. A
filc Of men and women, some merely
idle slghtseers, Others distracted by a
I horrible fear, passing before those 81.
lent forms which lie stiff and stark on
the raised slabs. In such place, a
sound of anguish attracts but little no
ticc, but seldom has the gloomy NOR
que resounded to such cry as fell
] from the lips OF Emil Blsson as he real.
lied that the ambition OF his life was
thwarted, and that his masterpiece
would never be finished. For on one
of the cold, gray slabs lay the still
form OF "The Outcast," her wet, cling
ing garments telling their tale of the
plying embrace of the silent river.
| But an outcast no longer for on her
| tnHn fharn n lnnlg nj NIL