The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1905-08-03

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my name is BrickWood. Mr.. Cramp-
ton, my daughter, Emaiine."
A soft musical voice Acknowledged
the introduction, while dark, velvety
eyes looked shyly into his. Then some
one came to claim her for a promised
waltz, and she floated away, leaving
the fragrance Of Jasmine Trailing be-
hind her.
The two men lighted cigars and
talked Champion told enough of his
affairs to win BrickwoOd's confidence.
The elder man was Devonshire born,
and had settled on the island when it
had a few white occupants, and had
married a full FLOODED native woman,
the daughter of chief. He was now
postmaster.
Long after the dancers had departed,
Champion, sat on the veranda, putting
clouds of smoke into the feathery
moonlight and thinking of beautiful
girl with bronze skin, gowned in soft
silk and Grape, her only ornament a
crow of jasmine flowers, the odor of
which still fingered with him.
He had accepted an invitation from
her father to dine at their cottage next
day and he longed for the morrow that
he might see her agin. She seemed a
part of the music and moonlight of this
new delightful world, For the first
time for years he retired that night
without looking at the portrait in the
back of his watch.
INTO q vine-clad arbor of roses
Champion passed, to be welcomed by
the visitor of the previous evening.
Again he drank in the scent Of the jas
mine flowers, again he wandered in
Elysium, entranced by the luster OF
those fawn-like eyes, again he heard
the caressing tone Of 'that flutelike
voice. He was as one dazed by some
strange spell, having its birth in
beauty new to him.
But when her mother came into the
room he felt q sudden shock, as though
he had fallen from height. She was an
enormous woman, dark copper in color,
with irregular features, deep, lumi-
nous eyes, a broad, fiat nose and
straight black hair, She wore but ont
garment, loose robe of bright red silk.
NOulA kA4lS DG lIlG NigtICI VI LliG Dehu-
tiful creature who had so enraptured
him? There was no semblance save in
her voice, which was low and mellow
like that of Of the girl. She sang ma
tive songs, drumming an accompani-
ment on small instrument, half BAN
10.
One of these songs, a wild weird
chant moved the Englishman so that
he asked for an Interpretation for it.
She told him 1t was the spirit of the
Pail,
Many years ago there were several
tribes on the island They were con-
tinually at war with each other. Final
ly two great chiefs formed all the peo-
pie into two armies and went out to
battle for supremacy.
The struggle was long and bloody.
Many thousands We're slain. At last
Kamehamha defeated the followers of
Oahua and drove them up to the Newa-
una valley to the top Of the crater of
Pail. On this mountain the last battle
was fought and the oahua and all his
followers were driven or thrown over
the cliff, A. L.
After the great slaughter mist arose
and began to fall like tears on the dead.
1t had never ceased, And In this mist
the spirit of Pail, the protecting spirit
lof the natives, has her house. When
any one wrongs al 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 fascinated him. 1t
seemed to have some personal equa-
ton, to be in some subtle manner link
ed with his own future.
Time braided the days into ropes Of
flowers for Champion. The languor of
the climate stole into his blood and
lulled his to sweet security. With
Emaline he roamed about the island,
enraptured with its beauty and his love
of her.
The picture of the blue-eyed Saxon
, girl in the back of his watch was for
gotten. England with its turgids civili-
| zatiOn seemed far away. unreal. He
| was intoxicatedwith his own thoughts.
This half-wild, impulse creature, who
chung to him with such simple faith,
| was so In harmony with the surround
| ings, so much a part Of the flowery lit
, tie kingdom in the blue Pacific, that he
could not separate her from it, nor him
self from either
1t was as If he had always lived this
| indolent dream life. They walked and
rode and swan together. She taught
him the liquid love words of her people
which was like music of shallow waters
ripping over pebbles.
Some times they wandered to the
summit of Pail and watched the misty
tears falling into the depths, where
slept the heroes of an almost forgotten
race. The place had a strange attrac-
ton for him, and sometimes he coaxed
| the girl into repeating the legend.
But to her light heart the tragic tale
had no charms She was like fawn
that loves to play in the sunlight, with
out thought of the past or future. He
was sufficient for her.
But one day there came a vessel into
| the harbor and he awoke. His days of
drifting were over. He must choose
| between ancestral home In civilized
country and his half barbaric existence