The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1910-09-04

He studied this awhile. and then said
very calmly, If III not intruding,
shall go, too. d 'ye suppose
Il do, - | returned "Come on. II
fix it up with Michael
So it happened that, on a fine morn
| ing, the schooner Mariana put out be
yond the mother-o pearl waters OF
! Oahu and took the trades in her big
| brown sails and blew down to the south
with Michael, Flora, John Selden Win
throp, and myself on her soaring quar-
! ter-deck.
| Once or twice Michael, holding his
! thin beard in one hand, sounded him Oh
his opinion Of what should be done to
Jourjon, looter, robber, and pirate. Tt
these appeals Winthrop intimated
strongly that he was come on this voy-
age merely. because it gave promise OF
| atfording material for scientific inves
tigation.
/ To Flora he behaved with great dis
erection, occasionally noticing her at.
| tempts at conversation and, appar emily
| marking them for comparison with
something that Joseph Cook or Emerson
or the Experimental Psychologist had
| said. At meals he would sit quite
straight in his revolving chair and
| pointedly address his calm remarks to
me, giving the impression that Michael
and his girl were exhibits in a cage, ap-
paratus with which he intended to con-
duet an experiment.
Flora was no schoolgirl. She had
been educated abroad, and many men
had paid homage to her beauty and her
wit. For three weeks she glanced quiet
ly at Winthrop, with little smile about
her lips and an odd, calculating express
sion in her splendid eyes. Then she
said to him, "How old are you7N
A simple question. But it was the
first query she had put to him in all
those three weeks, and it took Winthrop
aback, just as if, after all, his aloofness
easily was revolved into a simple sum
If one knew how young he was. He
stammered, and answered with the
plain number: ''Twenty-six.
He expected further questions. l
fancy, chance to impress this girl with
his knowledge and his philosophy. But
she accepted his reply as final, made
him understand that he was no longer
mysterious to her, that his bosom was
emptied Of its profoundest secret, and
paid him no more attention.
1t nightly Disguised my friend. He
came out one night with the assertion
that women are ruled by the purely
obvious. "They take their ideas from
books,' the disciple of Joseph Cook
informed me. "They generalize pitt
fully. There are no exceptions to their
rules. They never recognize the in
dividual. He threw a scornful look
tho thnunb RI
them, too, into the category of the
feminine and Illogical.
1t was dark when we reached the
low shadow of Godfrey Island. The
Mariana breasted a heavy current
that swirled noisily under her forefoot
The captain stared into the darkness
with an intent gaze. Flora leaned back
in her chair with an distracted look
of meditation, as if she did not hear
the hoarse menaces Of old Michael,
who paced the planks handling a shin
ing revolver and cursed the small light
that twinkled on shore to show him
where Jourion was enjoying the en-
forced hospitality of the Tunbridge
, home. Even Winthrop seemed slightly
nervous and asked me constantly what
| thought would be done. | did not
know. | suggested that either Jourjon
or Michael would be killed.
Winthrop demanded again and again,
'EWhat fora What are they fighting
over? Why kill each other7' as if
he blamed me horribly for bringing
him into a compromising position. "Of
course l shan't allow myself to be
mixed up in it, he announced.
The Mariana made the pass and en-
tered the long, curved lagoon at whose
farther end shone the light The head
sails were brailed in, the vessel slipped
along the undulating shore more and
more slowly, the mainsail came down,
the anchor splashed overheard in a
fountain of fiery phosphorescenee and
old Michael trembled at the rail, call
ing for a boat to be lowered away.
When the ladder was over and the
small boat nosed It's lower round, the
old man snarled. "Now lets 90 and
fix that Frenehman. Wen show him
who's who on Godfrey His eyes,
as he east them over us, CLEANED
wickedIv.
Winthrop fatty refused to 60. Flora
smiled at me. and suggested, "Sup-
( pose we lttNt MI. w III tuIp) d )i9ttt-
He may get afraid
That gentleman fell into the snare,
saying solemnly, "Thanks very much.
IN armed. -
"Then don t shoot any of us she
laughed lightly, and swung herself
down into the boat,
Winthrop grabbed me by the arm
As l was about to follow. and demand
! ed that she come back. ITS no place
for a woman he urged.
'Nor for a philosopher, she called
up from the boat.
We pulled to the shore, and as We
neared the shelving sand. Michael
fingered his revolver. GIVE a notion
TO kill him on sight, he said bitterly.
"Give him a chance Flora said.
But he can pot Us open handed, .
Michael insisted
Flora laughed. 81 II talk to him,
she said. Il know Jourion and he 5
very polite. He won t shoot so long
as woman is IN the crowd. Hes not
Ike an American, papa. He's very
respectful.
The old man shut up. and we scraped
up on the beach, getting out stiffly. \
voice greeted rs from the shadow of
the palms. lyon are welcome,'