The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1905-02-07
Kuhio is no stand-patter.
FATE-A TRUE STORY.
For The Advertiser.

Now isn't that strange" she sal,
/ dreanily TO herself THAT make:
| three times that dream has come L
me. What can it mean? And he was
good looking. Yes, very handsome
! dark ewes. dark hair, full beard dark
fresh healthy color, tall and broad
shouldered. Yes. very good looking.
| L wonder where he is, and he hel(
out his hands in that beSeeching man
ner. Why don't he come to me?'' sh'
demanded as she jumped out of bee
and stubbed her toe on a chair leg that
brought forth a scream. At the same
, time young girl entered with smok-
ing cup of coffee on a tray.
..Ha. Sara, you are just in time tC
get the news red handed. 1 am going
to emigrate.
ITO WHAT"
ITO emigrate. I am going to Ameri-
ca"
For what
"Oh. 1 don't know, to find something
or somebody that seems to want me-
yet does not come for me; the noun
tain did not go to Mahommed, so
have to go to the mountain, that is
troubling my sleep"
sara STOOD open nlOuIneu.
What is the matter, Sara" asked
her mistress.
1.-The mountain, America, Mahommed,
Emigrate. troubling my sleep, 1 don't
understand, Mansel.'
And who said you need to-" laugh
ed Mansen. You go and open up the
workroom, and see that everything is
in order, my fond girl, and that is all
you need to understand"
ManseH Matilda was 80 years of age.
She had never been in love. No man
had ever proclaimed any other feelings
for her than friendship. She was pref
ty. The natural blue eyes and golden
hair were hers, as well as the clean
fresh complexion besides a we'll shap-
ed, rounded figure. Add to this a sun
ny disposition and a kind heart
When only a child, she was left an
orphan, and from then on she had to
do for herself; first as an errand girl
in a dress making establishment in
Stockholm; there she learned to sew,
and by all her good qualities she rose
until when her last dream took place,
she was mistress of large establish
ment, and all the robe making done
for the Royalty and Nobility outside
of Paris was hers.
That she should emigrate was ridic-
ulous, but FATE" that never rest
ing tyrant, drove her on. On to what?
To whom? she aked herself
I am perfectly happy here with
my work and friends" she told herself
Then again she would break out in
this strain.
What is this longing, past describ-
ing that takes possession of my heart -
She mad never confided her dream to
anyone. Down in the secret corners of
her heart she hid it: only at lonely
hours of the night when free from the
hustle and care of the workroom did
she bring it out, and rehearse it with
herself.
What can it mean, am 1 falling in
owe with a man in a dream And at
lines she would call out:
Why. oh why does he not come to
ne?" Then it seemed as if some one
lad whispered You must go to him, he
,annot come to you
Where must 1 go?'' she would ask
lumbly as a little child.
ITO America" came the answer. as
,lain as though it had been in words. |
And so it was decided. All her |
riends We're shocked, and her patrons |
disappointed for Mansell knew her art |
veil.
Her business sold out and all arrange |
nents made. Matilda found herself one |
ay in :.he office OF the White Star Line |
information.
The agent was somewhat puzzled |
When he asked her destination.
ooh, anywhere" She did not know !
or care. 1t made no difference.
What class?''
Second Cabin" her station lay mid
5ay in life's path
The voyage, though a pleasant one,
eemed long and tedious to Matilda
he WIS sick most OF the way. At last
lew York was reached. What a Babel J
f feeling mingled in the breasts of
hat crowd as with eager glances they
canned everybody and everything
ansell Matilda stood leaning against
rope ladder No thought came to her
hat TO do or where to go. She knew
not and she thought not. She al
'wed herself to drift Her eyes went
ut upon a new and strange world:
erhaps her gaze had a keener look
han usual
At length she gave a start and
up; rubbing her eyes she
)oked again.
Yes, there he stood, his back against
heap of packing boxes, one arm
brown carelessly over the top one.
lille the other hand held an umbrella
lanted in the ground
His gaze wandered over the multi
1de on the boat.
She saw his glance as it moved to-
ards her. Now he looked at her. She
aw him straighten himself up and
)ok again; there was look of recog-
ition and he was at her side.
Taking her hand and pressing it he
poke to her, but "Oh Ye Gods not one
ord did she understand. That made
o difference. She nodded and ssmiled
nd both were satisfied.
He took her papers. and led her down
ne gangway. he saw to her luggage. he
tut her in carriage. and off she went:
o where. she did not know; she did
lot care: she was at rest.