Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1904-12-17

The little fishing village lay euwrapt
in u gloomy mist. over the sea ii hung
like a gray curtain, but in the village
it was dark and purpish, giving thick
Yelvety outlines to the hedges and
lending to the houses .unaccustOmed
shapes.
But there was one man in Keston
who did not see the fog or feel its
moisture David Greet swung open
che door of his house and looked out:
but the cloudy street might not have
existed for all the impression II made
upon his brain. After a few seconds
OF that duh stare he pulled the door
roughly to behind him and strobe down
the street
The sound Of his footsteps fell sharp
ly in the silence. The fishers were all
in so were the laboring people. Each
tiny house turned upon the darkness
q little yellow eye OF light. That eye
looked askance at any person foolish
enough to leave a comfortable homo
en- such night; but its glance did
not travel far. The fog covered ii With
an eyelid of dusky gloom.
Keston might have lain in the glare
Of the sunlight for all the difference II
made to David Greet; but the fog was
more in accord with his mood. with q
sure foot he trdyersed streets and turn
ed corners. When he found the house
he wanted he paused just q moment at
the door. That was not the pause Of
hesitation On the mans dark race
no wayering showed itself only du,'
torcboding His lips moygd as If ho
were formulating some speech of Whlrl
he wished tJ make himself wOrd.'er
tain before yuLarus Finally Ho turn
cd the handle OF the door and entered.
The FIRST loat-r"p TOOK him into Oh"
one lighted room iu t.a EoUtc, Tor t.e
front door gave upon IT,
IL was occupied by TWO wOmpu-On
gray. slight auU bent Us q w,'h"rod
Tough. looked up from the fire and the
compound she was stirring To greet
the tall figure in the doorway; the
other did not raise her head from the
work OF which she sawod.
She was quite a young woman, tall
rather than Otherwise, durksl,inncd
and dark.eyed. About her was a rogi
air that seemed 10 iili the small room
and dwarf oil il contained.
The man gaze was upon her. bul
she showed no consciousness Of the
fact. She went on sewing, sewing
pulling the needle out with deliberate
movement that IN some subtle way
spoke OF nerves all awry. Her lips
said, In their settled curves, that the
silence might remain unbrokcn forever
before she would break II. After one
uneasy glance al her face the old wom-
an sat down her porridge.stick and
turned again to her son. It's you, Da.
yid, l. it, she said. stiffly. shut the
door at your back. You're lettin' all
the mist in, and the air Is chill"
The man shut the door. When he
turned again there was an added som.
beTness on his face. I'm not going
TO wait long, mother he said, quietly
Il have come to fetch Margot home"
There was silence.
do you hear. Margot?" said Jane
Greet
The other woman did not reply
But for the moving needle she might
have been carved from stone.
The old woman looked from the cir
10 her son, from one dark face to the
other. They were curiOusly alike, thOst
two faces, both showing the impress OF
strong and stubborn viii; they were
Curiously unlike, too. the varying fires
in the girls eyes leaping out TO meet
sober practically and steadfastnes!
in those of the man.
"Margot, are you ready said David
He waited again, and again th'
needle went in and out. his only re
ply.
After a pause, She says she is no
goin back to you" said Jane Gree
unwillingly.
She has said that to me. too" sal,
David Greet; that Is to say, she ba
written II. She wrote il in a hard