The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1905-02-04

uge in an alias to avert foolishness)
instead Of Higgins, is a mystery which
none of US has ever felt much desire
to stir. 1t is a kind of vague, pretty
romance and we leave it alone. All
the old families do that way.
Arthur Twain was man Of con-
| siderable note-a solicitor on the high
way in William Rufus time. At about
the age of 80 he went to one Of those
fine old English places Of resort called
Newgate to see about something, and
never returned again. While there he
died suddenly.
Augustus Twain seems to have made
| something of a stir about the year 1850
He was as full of fun as he could be,
and used to take his old saber and
sharpen it up and get I'm a convenient
place on a dark night and stick it
through people as they went by to see
them jump. He was a born humOriSt.
But he got to going too far with it,
and the first time he was found strip
ping one of these parties the author
tiles removed one end of him and put
it up on a nice high place on Temple
Bar, where it could contemplate the
people and have a good time. He
never liked any situation so much or
stuck to it so long.
Then for the next 200 years the fam
lily tree shows a succession Of soldiers
noble, high-spirited fellows, who al
ways went into battle singing, right
behind the army, and always went out
a-whooping right ahead Of it.
This is a scathing rebuke to old dead
Froissarts poor wittcism that our
family tree had never had but one limb
to it, and that that one stuck out at
right angles and bore fruit winter and
summer.
Early i'm the fifteenth century we
have Beau Twain, called the scholar.
He wrote a beautiful, beautiful hand.
And he could initiate anybody's hand
so closely that it was enough to make
person laugh his head off to see It.
He had infinite sport with his talent.
But by and by he took a contract to
break stone for a road, and the rough
ness of the work spoiled his hand.
Still, he enjoyed life all the time he
was I'm the stone business, which, with
incOnsideTable intervals, was some
forty-two years. In fact, he died in
harness. During all those long years
he gave such satisfaction that he
never was through with one contract
a week till the government gave him
another. He was a perfect pet. And
he was always a fayorite with his fell
low artists, and was a conspicuous
member of their benevolent secret So
ciety, called the Chain Gang. He al
ways wore his hair short had pref
erence for striped clothes, and died
lamented by the government, He was
sore loss to his country, for he was
so regular.
Some years later we have the Illus
trious John Morgan Twain. He came
over to this country with Columbus I'm
1892 as a passenger. He appears to
have been of a crusty, uncomfortable
disposition. He complained of the
food all the way over, and was always
threatening to go ashore unless there
was a change, He wanted fresh shad.
Hardly a day passed over his head
that he did not go idling about the
ship with his nose in the air, sneering
about the commander and saying he
did not believe Columbus knew where
he was going to or had ever been
there before. The memorable cry of
"'Land ho!" thrilled every heart in the
ship but his. He gazed a while through
a piece of smoked glass at the penciled
line on the distant water and then said
'Land be hanged; it's a raftW
When this questionable passenger