Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1905-12-27

curiosity. Everything here is so beau
tlful," he continued, hurriedly, to hide
his boldness. "You see, 1 am a stran-
ger among you. My name is Cramp-
ton. l am on my way from Australia
to England. We missed the American
ship, and l must await her return"
The other extended his hand.
MY name is Brickwood. Mr.. Cramp-
ton, my daughter, Emaline"
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 fioated away, leaving
the fragrance Of jasmine trailing be-
hind her.
The two men lighted cigars and talk
ed. Champion told enough Of his af-
fairs 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-blooded native woman.
the daughter Of a chief. He was now
postmaster.
Long after the dancers had departed
Champion sat on the veranda, putting
clouds of smoke into the featherv
moonlight and thinking of a beautiful
girl with bronze skin, gowned In soft
silk and Grape, her only ornament a
crown 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 again. She
seemed part Of the music and moon
light Of this new, delightful world
For the first time for years he retired
that night without looking at the por-
trait in the back Of his watch.
Rnto a vine-clad arbor of roses
Champion passed, to be welcomed by
the vision Of the previous evening.
Again he drank in the scent of the las
mine flower, again he wandered in
| Elysium, entranced by the Iuster Of
those fawnltke eyes, again he heard
the caressing tones of that futelike
strange spell, having it's birth in a
beauty new to him.
But when her mother came into the
room he felt a sudden shock, as though
he had fallen from height. She was
an enormous woman, dark copper in
color, with irregular features. deep. lu-
minous eyes, a broad, fat nose and
straight black hair She wore but one
garment, a loose robe Of bright red
silk.
Could this be the mother of the beau
tiful creature who had SO enraptured
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 accom-
paniment on a small instrument. half
guitar, half banjo.
One Of these songs, a wild, weird
chant, moved the Engiishman so that
he asked for an Interpretation Of it.
She told him it 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. FL
nally 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 New
auna 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.
After the great slaughter a mist
arose and began to fall like tears on