The new enterprise. (Madison, Fla.) 1901-1908, 1905-09-14

tiful creature who had so enraptnfed
him? There was no resemblance save
in her voice, which was low and mel
low, like that of the girl. She sang
native songs, drumming an accompani-
ment on a small instrument, half
guitar, half banjo.
One of these songs, wild, weird
chant, moved the Engllshman so that
he asked for an Interpretation Of 1t.
She told him 1t was the spirit song Of
the Pail.
| Many years ago there were several
tribes on the island. They were con-
| tinually at war with each other. Fin
ally two great chiefs formed all the
people into two armies and went out
to battle for supremacy.
The struggle was long and bloody.
Many thousands were slain. At last
Kamehameha defeated the followers of
Oahua and drove them up the Newauna
Valley to the top of the crater Of Pail.
On this mountain the last battle was
fought and the Oahua and all his fol-
lowers were driven or thrown over the
cliff.
After the great slaughter a mist arose
and began TO fall like tears on the
dead. 1t had never ceased. And in
this mist the spirit of Pail, the protect
Ing spirit Of the natives, has her home.
When any one wrongs a descendant of
chieftain's line the spirit arises out of
the mist and wreaks speedy vengeance.
While she recounted this legend the
woman seemed to be inspired. Her i'm
mense body swayed back and forth in
time to her words, her half-closed eyes
burned with deep fires.
Champion felt his blood chill in his
veins. The story seemed to have some
personal equation, to be in some subtle !
manner linked with hia own future.
Time braided the days into ropes of |
flowers for Champion. The languor of |
the climate stole into his blood and |
lulled him to sweet security. With
Emaline he roamed about the island,
rIptured with its beauty and his
lrSe of her.
The picture Of the blue-eyed Saxon
girl in the back of his watch was for
COTTON. England, with its turgld civil
izatlon, seemed far away. unreal.
1t was as IL lie had always lived this
indolent dream life. They walked and
rode and swan together. She taught
him the liquid love words of her peo-
pie. which was like tie music of shall
low waters ripping ever pebbles.
Sometimes they wandered to the sum-
nit of Pail and watched the misty
tears falling into the depths where
slept the heroes Of an almost forgotten
race. The place had strange attrac-
ton for him. and sometimes he coaxed
the girl into repeating the legend.
But to her light heart the tragic tale
held no charms. She was like fawn
that loves to play in the sunlight. with
out thought Of the past OF future. He
was sufficient for her.
But one day there came q vessel into
the harbor and he awoke. HIS days of
between ancestral home in civilized
country and this half-barbaric exist
ence: take up the duties and burdens
of activity or embrace inactlon. becom-
ing for good and all drone in the
busy hive of the worlds life.
His Saxon blood rebelled at future
so cheap. so unimportant. 1t was Il
struggle, but his decision was made.
1t was late in the afternoon. Cramp-
Ton and Emallne had wandered far
over the island, lingering In the fiowery
hooks that companionship had made
dear to them. They stood now in the
shadow of palm half way up the
crater of Pail.
The sun, chariot of fire. was rolling
down toward the far-stretched lire Of
the blue Pacific. In the harbor lay
the ship that was to sail In the morn
ing; the ship that was to put two
oceans between them.
He told her rs they stood there-told
her with the calm, steel-llkc tones of
the Anglo-Saxon when he has to over.
come himself, his face was drawn and
white, but with 10 tremor in his voice
he told her all, his duty, his pros
poets, even his engagement to the blue
eyed girl. When he had concluded she
stood like a flower over which has
passed the hot breath blown from q
desert.
aloha nue. Ion oei.' she murmured.
1--WE are one. live not but liz you;
you are my life. I love you"
He would have answered her, but no
words came to him. Like two statues
of grief they stool in the soft sunlight.
Then suddenly from above they
heard n kissing sound. Out Of the
great mouth of Pail came breath of
steam that spread over their heads
like q great fan. And in the centre of