News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1905-09-06

| "Qh-h, I thought you were O nils
sionary the minute I saw YOU"
"a missionary" was the amazed re
spouse Then, after a speol4ics mo
ment, looking down over hi gyf cos,
tune and TRUSTING out one stout
knickerb0ckered leg, he added: You
destroy MY most cherished Illusions
Do missionaries wear such toggery as
this"
"Oh, that doesn't count. You don't
have to wear a cassock."
But, really, Miss
cyan Allen"
"Mss Van Allen, I'm not mission
airy; far from it. I'm not good enough
! Besides, I'm afraid I'm not very ortho-
dox."
mot good enough was the laugh.
ing response. "Why, that sounds de-
| lightfully missionary. And orthodoxy
oh, that doesn't matter so much.
I We've had men here who believed more
in Milton than in Moses who We're mis-
sonaries all the same"
But how could they be?"
"Why, hasn't your aunt told you!
There are no real missionaries here
now, you know. Yes, there are, too;
there are Catholic missionaries and
| Protestant missionaries among the
| Japs and Chinese. But there are none
| of the missionaries who converted the
natives to Christianity. The American
board withdrew thirty years ago. 1t
thought we were a Christian people and
could take care of ourselves. l say
'we, though l wasn't here then"
Needless to relate" was the smiling
rejeinder.
"The people called missionaries here
now are the children and grandchildren
of the original preachers and their
friends. If mans something of re-
former he's a missionary. If he's a
phianthropist he's a missionary. If
he's both reformer and philanthrOpist
he's missionary Of deepest dye. But
we've another class here, you must
know. l don't mean the old royalsts.
It's what l call the master caste. My
brothers one. He doesn't believe in
coddling the natives. He says they'll
never be men till they have to strike
out for themselves. Mr.. Talmage,
Freds friend, is another. He says So
cial reforms a delusion and philanthro-
py's vice, or perhaps it's social re-
FORMS a vice and philanthropy's a de-
lusion."
And what are you, Miss Van Alen?"
was the amused inquiry.
ooh, nothing, nothing at adjust a
wahine."
"And what is a wahine?"
ooh, don't you know?" replied Miss
Van Allen. "Well, here comes a drove
of them now"
They were on beautiful Nuuanu ave,
nue. by this time, and as she spoke
score of native horsewomen, a merry
rout of bright eyed brown dryads,
swept down upon them and thundered
by, paus streaming back to the horses
tails and leis of flowers and gay hole
kus fluttering in the wind. -
'"That's my CASTE" said the gill,
spreading out her tattered pau with a
humorous look, but my ankle will keep
me out of the fun for a time, I'm
afraid. We don't bother our heads with
the problems of you toiling white men,
but just go in for a good time. The
flowers and the palms ask no work
from us; the sea and the mountains are
ours, and no charge. June may be had
by thu poorest comer,' and it's pretty |
much all June here, you know"
Osborne smiled little, but made no
reply.
"You don't approve of that" she said,
with a quick divination. There, |
knew you were a missionary. Men of |
the master caste laugh when | talk |
that way. You missionaries don't like |
us to have too good a time. Confess |
now, do you"
'Miss Van Allen, l have no sort of |
right to criticse"
"Oh, but tell me what you think! You |
don't approve of that spirit?"
'Why, yes, l do, in children, you
know, and it may be all right in Ha-
waiians. haven't been here long
enough to tell about that, but
Eyes, but It's the but 1 want to
get at"
"Well, arrested developments always
rather disappointing. Don't you think
so?'
'Oh, that wasn't pretty! Yes, yes, I
know. l made you say it. Well" she
continued, looking straight before her
now very seriously, perhaps l won't
be stunted growth when l find out
which are right-the masterful people
or the missionaries. If only Fred
weren't such a sweet grandee and Mon
tague such a capable one"
AT this point they turned in at a
gateway, where the stone posts and
the thick hedge were overrun with pas
sion flowers, and went up a sweeping
drive bordered by straight stemmed,
feather crowned date palms, and then
a handsome residence, half hidden I'M
der riotous creepers and the boughs of
white Powered plumeries and scarlet
poincianas was before them. On either
side were soft lawns and wonderful
flowers, while beyond a mass of gory
blossomed lugenias Osborne caught
sight of a smooth shaven tennis court,
a fine umbrella tree, trained high,
standing by il and reaching out over it