The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1908-06-17

Cation 5 cottage faced the Ala Moana
road, and backed on to the Pacific In
deed, at high tide the water circEed and
eddied about the supports of the lanai.
For some unaccountable reason Cation
like to imagine himself writer of fc-
ton. In the morning he padded about
in Canadian canoe and mentally
thrashed a reealcitrant brain for its
paucity of ideas. In the afternoon he
wallowed out to the reef, took French
leave of a plunge from the first boat
he encountered, and wallowed back
again to sit, in pair of ducks and
pyiama jacket, and divide his atten-
ton between a cigar, book, and three
delicate shades of green out at sea
that respectively marked the shadows
near shore, the coral reef half mile
out, and the deep water beyond.
In the evening he wandered into the
garden with a writing pad, an indeh-
bic pencil chewed to a stump, and de-
termined expression, to sit beneath
huge mango tree, and-as he thought
write, but in reality to wait for Oyosi.
He had done this daily now for twqa
months, and he told himself it was
good, but even to himself he had
never admitted that the best part of it
all was the appearance of 0yosi.
This evening, however, he felt
strangely restless. More than once he
found himself looking up at the calen-
dar hanging on the wall, until he strug
gled abruptly from the wicker chair,
strobe up to it and stared fxedly at
the square containing the twenty-first
of the month, and above the figures the
words printed in blue, "Mona, San
Francisco. -
Poor little Oyosi, he murmured
quietly to himself, poor little devil
Then he lit fresh cigar and strolled
out into the garden:
The faint. rhythmical click-elock,
cliek-clock of approaching clogs sound
ed on the hard road Over the low
hedge capped with flaming hibiscus
there appeared dainty little head,
with smooth jet black HAIR
glistening with oil and pinned into pre-
else conformity with combs Of strange
shapes and bright colors-but Cation
failed to see it. 1t was not until Oyosi
stood hesitating in the gateway that
his eve caught the bright red of her
obi and he seized the stump of indel-
ible pencil and bent industriously over
the writing pad
"Come in he called. without rails
ing his head, and waving an arm blind
lv in the air, "a good few fell last
night.
Ovosi hesitated no longer, but I'M
rolled the -four sack she carried IN the
folds of her kimono and threw it in the
grass beneath the big kiawe tree.
1t must he explained that 0yosi 5
brother owned the dusty little store on
the corner of Waikiki road, aud incl
dentallv a mule, ana there is nothing
quite like kiawe beans as cheap
though satisfying substitute for oats.
Ovosi knelt in the grass and dill
gently seooped the beans into little
brown heaps. Her back was toward
Cation. so how was he to know that she
saw and noted the frown on his fore
head as he sat watching her every
movement What was he to say to the
GIRL. and how was he to say 1t! These
were the problems that ruffled his usual
" placid brown brow For two solid
she had done precisely what she
was doing now. Presently she would
stand the flour sack full of beans
against the trunk of The tree, smile,
and fetch the guitar from. the lanai
and squat at his feet humming the
weird airs of her native land, confident