Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1904-02-19

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Then the old servant gathered wall
fruit for us, and she sent some In his
hand to Paul. Through festooned
arch Of the pavilion giving upon the
terraces we saw bird dart down to
the fountain, tilt and drink, tilt and
drink again and fash away. 1mmedi-
ately the multitudinous rejoicing Of a
skylark dropped from upper air. When
men would send thanks to the very
gate Of heaven their envoy should be
skylark.
Eagle was like little girl as she lis
tened.
This is the first day Of September,
sire.
rs It? thought 1t was the first day
Of creation"
Il mention the date that you may
not forget It. Because am going to
give you something today"
My heart leaped like conqueror's.
Then her face went grave, like
childs when It is surprised in wicked
ness.
But our fathers and mothers would
have US forget their suffering In the
festival Of coming home, wouldn't
they, Lazarre?"
Surely, Eagle"
Then why are you looking at me
with reproach?"
I'm not"
Perhaps you don't like my dress?"
told her 1t was the first time had
ever noticed anything she wore, and
. liked 1t.
! Il used to wear my mothers clothes.
Ernestine and ! made them over. But
. this is now, for the new day and the
, new life here
And the day." reminded here, lis
the LIST Of September"
She laughed and opened her left
hand, showing me two squat keys. SO
small that both had lain concealed
under two Of her finger tips.
Il am going to give you key, sire"
will 1t unlock woman's mind?"
1T will open a padlocked book. Last
night found a little blank leaved
book with wooden covers. 1t was fas-
tened by paddock, and these keys
were tied to 1t. You may have one
key; ! will keep the other"
"The key to a padlocked book with
nothing In It,"
Her eyes tantalized me.
II am going to put something In IT,
Sophie Saint-Miohel said had a gift
for putting down my thoughts. II the
gift appeared to Sophie when was
child 1t must grow in me by use.
Every day shall put some of my life
into the book and when l die / will
bequeath 1t to you!"
| Take back the key, madame
have no desire to look into your cof-
fin"
She extended her hand.g
Then our good and kind friend,
Count de Chaumont, shall have It,"
He shall mott"
held to her hand and kept the key.
She slipped away from me. The
laughter Of the child yet rose through
the dignity Of the woman.
When may read this book, Eagle?"
Never. of my free will. sire. How
could j set down all l thought about
you, for instance, II the certainty was
hanging over me that you would read
my candid opinions and punish me for
them?"
Then OF what use is the key?"
You would rather have 1t than give
1t to another, wouldn't you?"
Decidedly"
well, you will have the key to my
! thoughts!"
"And If the book ever falls into my
hands
Il will see that It Doesn't"
Il will say, years from now
"Twenty?"
Twenty? Oh, Eagle!"
Ten"
Months? That's too long!"
mo, ten years, SIRE"
mot ten years, Eagle. Say eight
mo. nine"
Seven. II the book falls into my
hands at the end of seven years may
open it,"
II may safely promise you that" she
laughed "The book will never fall
into your hands"
took from my pocket the gold
snuffbox with the portraits on the lid
and placed my key carefully therein.
Eagle leaned forward to look at them.
She took the box in her hand and pazed