The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1909-05-02

some time, come and see usf''
Certainly not Jeremy Sambrooke
answered shortly. stephen Knight is
a hapa haole and you know what that
MEANS
.'Oh, " Dorothy said family, in ac-
qulescence, while she felt a numb de-
SPAR creep into her heart.
Steve was not a hapa haole-she
knew that; but she did know that a
quarter-strain of tropie sunshine
streamed in his veins, and she knew
that that was sufficient to put him out
side the marriage pale. 1t was
strange world There was the Honor
able a. 5. Cleghorn, who had married
dusky princess of the Kamehameha
blood, yet men considered it an honor
to know him, and the most exclusive
women of the ultra exclusive women
OF the ultra exclusive missionary
Crowd - were to be seen at his after
noon teas. And there was Steve. No
one had disapproved of his teaching
her to ride surfboard, nor of his lead
ing her by the hand through the peril
Gus places of the crater of Kilauea, He
could have dinner with her and her
father, dance with her, be a member
of the entertainment committee; but
because there was tropic sunshine in
his veins he could not marry her.
And he didn t show it. One had to
be told to know. And he was SO good
looking. The picture of him hmned
itself on her inner vision. and before
she was aware she was pleasuring in
the memory of the grace of his mag
n MT Of oIay, : J Il.
of the power in him that tossed her
lightly on horse, bore her safely
through the laundering breakers, or
towed her at the end of an alpenstoek
up the stern lava crest of the House
of the Sun. There was something sub
tier and mysterious that she remember
ed, and that she was even then Just
beginning to understandable aura of
the male creature that is man, all man.
masculine man. She came to herself
with shock of shame at the thoughts
she had been thinking. Her cheeks
were dyed with the hot blood which
quickly receded and left them pale at
the thought that she would never see
him again. The stem of the trans
port was already out in the stream,
and the promenade deck was passing
abreast of the end of the wharf.
"There s Steve now,' her father
said. "Wave goodbye to him, Doro-
thy"
Steve was looking up at her with
eager eyes, aad he saw in her face what
he had not see before. BY the rush CT
gladness into his own face she knew
that he knew. The air was throbbing
with the song
My love to you.
Ny love be with you till we meet
again.
There was no need for speech to tell
their story. About her, passengers
were finging their garlands to their
friends on the wharf. Steve held up
his hands and his eyes pleaded. She
slipped her own garland over her head,
but it had become entangled in the
string of Oriental pearls that Mervin,
an elderly sugar king, had placed
around her neck when he drove her and
her father down to the steamer.
She fought with the pearls that chung
to the flowers. The transport was NOV
ing steadily on. Steve was already
beneath her. This was tie moment
The next moment and he would be past.
She sohbed, and Jeremy Sambrooke
glanced at her inquiringly.
'Dorothy!' he cried sharply.
She deliberately snapped the string,
and, amid shower of pearls, the flow
ers fell to the waiting lover. SHE, gaz-
ed at him until the tears blinded her
and she buried her face on the shout
der of Jeremy Sambrooke, who forgot
his beloved statistics in wonderment at
girl babies that insisted on growing up.
The crowd sang on, the song growing
fainter in the distance, but still melt
ing with the sensuous love-languor of
Hawaii, the words biting into her
heart like acid because of their I'M
truth.
Aloha oe, aloha oe,
E Ike onaona noho i ka lipo,
A fond embrace, hoi ae au,
Until we meet again.