Los Angeles herald., 1909-01-24

Maso took part in those seances He retired to
the tara patch the other side Of the kitchen and
studied his catechism. Only once did he condescend
to comment when l ventured, in an dinner inter
view that Ishiwara mighty warrior. Maso pois-
ing the Worcestershire bottle over the soup
Kettle lifted his langud eyelids "He shave soldier"
he said, and went calmly stirring the soup.
But alas for Maso Ta's heart like that of many
another maid, shared in the moose of adventure
She took to wearing her most sumptuous kimono-the
one with the pae-bue crepe lining and silken tasses
when she waited for Ishiwara under the banana
trees and for the kitchen there was naught but con-
tumely.
Cupid, or his Japanese prototype, was reaching for
final shaft when Fate, in the guise of Porto Rcan
interposed.
The Porto Ricans are Hawai's latest chronological
acquisition. Before them had only natives Aeri-
cans, English, Scotch and Frenchmen, Russians,
Japs, Chinamen Portuguese Germans and Jews inter-
spersed with few Ma1ays South Sea islanders
American negroes and Greek The Porto Ricans
imported to work in the cane fields when United
States laws deprived the planters Of their natural re-
sources, the Orient AS yet they have eaten a great
deal, worked very little, and shown tendency
picturesque but inconvenient-to turn highwaymen.
There had been several ho1d-ups on the Oaa road
but none, from Ishiwaras account comparable to his
He acted it all out for Tia in the shadow of the
banana trees; how he driving alone up the Olaa
road when, from the guava bushes, there sprung to
his horses head four villains devils they WERE with
cleaning knives how they had embarrassed and
stolen his steed how they had forced him to descend
and deliver his money Ohe money destined for
new obi for Tia); how he, the hero of a hundred
fights had been poweress, because weaponless against
their whelming numbers, and murderous Blades!
Maso, studying his catechism in the taro patch
muttered word, Baza!" which, being interpreted
is FOOL" but no one heard him a small green
lizard stalking mosquitoes the kitchen wall
lla sitting her little white-stocknged heels with
her arms clasped around her knees drank the tale
with the indrawn kissing breaths that are the Japa
nese expressions of emotion But the next dav she
was pensive and cross-signs of perturbation common
to sex, not
The following day my husband, who owns coffee
ranch on the Olaa road decided to go up on his
monthly tour of inspection and pay off his men, It
such delectable opportunity for junketng in our
small shanty among the tree-ferns that resolved to
take the two servants and make a holiday-camping
out someone to cook and wash dishes not being
what fancy paints it.
So dazzling mid-afternoon we started (Tia gig
Cling beside Maso the back seat), making detour
by Walnkea Bridge to inquire for a patient Along
the seafront went where the low-roofed Oriental
and Portuguese shops knock elbows and two donkeys
laden with sugarcane fill the width of the street, over
the bridge, where highpeaked Japanese fishing boats
are moored and babies of all splash frog-like
in the stream and up the Chinese banana merchants
whose little girl was ILL.,
One of the handsome khaki-cad native policemen,
always guard the bridge, ounged over to us
just started again
Going mauka, Doctor?" he asked (There are but
two directions in Hawaii "mauka" toward the noun
tain, and "mauka," toward the sea- "Not afraid of
ho1d-up, eh?"
mo more than of an eruption" said my husband,
nodding toward the tranquil slope of Mauna Loa
"Ths fear of Porto Ricans is all moonshne Koloha"
Koloha shook his handsome head thoughtfuly
"They bad lot" he said. bad lot Plikia rfroube)
at Nine Miles this morning. We got tip himeby with
patrol wagon. So, if you get hold-up, Doctor" he
called after as we started, well be behind you"
We laughed back at him as we drove away The
breath of the in nostrils the blue height
beyond beckoned, and we were in holiday mood
But, alas! the best laid plans of men-and doctors
gang aglee AT the towns end galloping messen-
ger summoned my husband back to sick woman
and after hasty consultation decided that should
go with the and he would follow later in
the patrol wagon So changed to the rear seat with
Ila and Maso climbed in front, impressed with the
Importance of guarding not only u.s. but the canvas
bag of coin beneath our feet.
Tia pointed to his thin arms tittering "Maso no
good" she said to me. "Ishiwara big man." She pufed
out like pouter pigeon. "Maso leelee man." She
shrunk, voice and body in the of the carriage
then caught the ends of her long sleeves up to her
lips with burst of laughter
Maso gave no sign of having heard He did not
look ones ideal of champion with his brown Fedora
pushed to the nape of his neck and his sopng
shoulders.
But if a passing fear of brigands was upon us, it
c1,aI, A.
ward Flocks of tiny rice BIRDS no bigger than ones
thumb, huttered from the guava bushes and saucy
yellow-legged mynahs, mynahs spreading wing and
tail until every white feather showed in the brown
ran audaciously athwart the horses heels. Wood
doves cooed in the mango trees the fields rstled
their green ribbons; the land began to slope more
steeply; the shadows lay across the road below