Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1907-07-10


"Gusw he begged. "Oh, Gus, do YOU
| love meF
! She did not hesitate nor seem sur
prlsed. yes" she said simply, look
ing up at him.
For an instant he returned the look.
Then the reaction came. He swayed,
sank to his knees and cried like al
child, hiding his face in her apron.
And like child she soothed him.
stroking his wet hair and crying silent
ly in sympathy.
"Oh, my dear" he pleaded over and
over again, 1--WE behaved like fool
ish child. Can you forgive me-"
She smiled, like the sun shining
| through the last drops of summer
shower. ut was my fault more tina
yours" she said. 81 was selfish and
SO silly, but l didn't know-I didn't
know"
But you know now? You're sure?"l
The answer was not in words alone
and was entirely satisfactory.
ed the last drop Of the pepper tea"
provided by Miss Tempy-he was In
mood where nothing short of gallon
would have daunted him--and hasten
ed upstairs to put on dry clothes. When
he came down he went through the
motions of eating breakfast and an
swered as best he could the hundred
and one questions regarding the float
ing of the Freedom that the old maids
and Clara asked. He had been up prac-
tically all night, but was too excited to
think Of sleep, and, remembering how
unceremoniously he had deserted Cap
tain Titcomb, decided to go down to
the postoffice and telephone to the
Point.
The storm was in full blast by this
time. The wind screamed through the
treetops, and the thick ropes of rain
shot downward with savage force. AS
he entered the postoffice the postmas-
ter called to him through the little win
dow in the center Of the frame of mail
boxes.
Hi, Brad!' he hailed. as that you?
l jest sent boy uptown after you.
Cap'n Ez has been keepin' the tele-
phone hot for the last ha'f hour. He
wants to talk to you the worst way
Bradley was alarmed. Had anything
happened to the Freedom? lie entered |
the telephone closet, stood his drcnch |
ed umbrella in a corner and gave the
four rings which made up the Setuckit
Point call.
The wire buzzed and hummed like
an overturned beehive. The receiver
at his ear walled and screeched like
banshee. At length faint "Hellow
answered his call
Hello" he shouted. "That you, Cap'n
Knowles? Yes, this is Brad Nickerson
want to talk with Cap'n Ez. Can you
get him for me?"
The life saver laughed. There were
more buzzing and humming. Then Cap
tain Titcombs voice rose above the
music Of the storm.
Hello, partnerw it called. THAT
you? You don't say! Well, this is Tit
comb. No; the Freedoms all serene.
She'll ride it out as slick as duck in
a bucket. But there's a Teller here
wants to talk with you. Prick up your
ears now!'
Bradley heard his partner laugh.
Then another voice began-a drawing,
high pitched voice.
"Is that you, Bradley" it droned.
''This is me talkin'. Do you hear"
"Me? Who's me"
me, Peleg-Peleg Myrick. Cap'n
Ez wants to know what I'd better do
with the dynamite I've got buried I'M
der my shanty. I'm scarf to death
Of It,"
1.-THE dynamite? What dynamlte?'
1.-THE dynamite I took off the Divin'
Belle the day afore she was burned.
Cap'n Ez ordered me to take it all
out, so l done 1t the next forenoon.
What'll do with it? I've been tryin'
to tell you an the cap'n about it, but
you never give me no chance. Skee-
ticks Is the divil to dig, and If he
scratches that stuff up, Why
stop" Bradley shouted it. wait
minute Pcleg, what are you talkin'
about? Do you mean there was moi
dynamite aboard the Divings Belle
when she burned?"
"Ya-as. I took it all out that morn
in What'lp'-
Again Bradley shouted, "Stop" HeI
wanted to think. If there was mol
dynamite aboard the schooner, WHY
why then the insurance could be coll
lected. If His heart sank again.
"I'm afraid that won't do, Peleg."I
he called "She certainly blew up.
heard her and felt the shock underI
water. Everybody on the hill heard
the explosion and saw it too. No, Pc
leg Much obliged, but l guess you
must have left some Of it."
The wire whirred and sang. Then
the drawing voice went on. 1t said:
"Cap'ns Ez wants to know If the ex-
plosion want pretty small for dyna-
mite one, now that you come to think
Of it. He says what about the gaso-
line tanks?
The gasoline tanks! The gasoline fork
the engine! 1t had been slowed in the
bow of the schooner.
The receiver fell from Bradley'sI
hand. He stared at the calendar onl
the wall of the telephone booth.
THE END.