The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1911-11-11
BY GABRIELLE REUTER-.

The ocean was quiet sheet OF pale
silvery gray. A delicate morning mist
lowered over the water, but as the
sun triumphantly emerged and left
the sky clear and blue the milky fog
changed to a sea of opal Long white
streamers of foam melted upon the
shore. The air was mild and still;
only the murmuring beat of the waves
vibrated softly along the wharf
The promenade on the beach was
still deserted An old fruit vender
was getting ready her stand A wom-
an whose stray black curls nodded
over a face almost bronze Of complex
ion looked on indifferently as the ped
dler spread out her stock of oranges
and st. Johns bread. Like many of
her sisters she seemed to have drifted
to this northern port from the south.
A coal wagon rumbled along the
pavement. Troops of laborers follow
ed and girls tripped along, yawning
and shivering, on their way to the
shops. Then a lady with a child ap
I peared upon the scene.
! To the left spread the harbor, whose
masts and smokestacks rose spectre
like out of the mist. Walking about
with her little daughter, the young wo
man watched the outlines grow more
definite, the white and red stripes
against the black smokestacks and
the tangle of cording on the sailboats
A big schooner left the crowd of other
vessels and slowly and carefully pick
ed it's way through the narrow chan
nels of the harbor until it reached the
open. Like a phantom it proudly and
calmly foated out toward the distnce
"There-there--i Uncle Fred sail
ing away now" The child cheerily
pointed to the high mast on which
the sails shone against the blue back
ground like snowy linen.
will you be quiet!" whispered the
young mother, looking around with d
blush to see whether anybody had
heard the exclamation. She took an
opera glass out of the case suspended
from her shoulder by a strap. Her
fingers trembled as she held it to her
eyes and peered through. She could
recognize nothing, and turned the
screws.
Hush" whispered the mother. =
see him. He is standing against the
starboard, as he said he would. The
mate beside him is turning the wheel.
He has a glass in his hand, He is
looking at us, Kittie.
Hastily she drew forth filmy little
handkerchief and began to wave it. He
held his glass in his hand. Surely he
could see her standing at the edge of
the wharf, slender and delicate, In
her little gray coat and the little toque
upon her head, girlish and yet wom-
anly, beside the little girl, who also
waved her tiny hands.
Again she held the glass to her eyes
that precious glass which permitted
her to see him once more Sharply
and clearly was his athletic figure out
lined, so well proportional and ele-
giant, as if he were about 20 go with
an embassy, instead of having en-
gagged as first mate on a sailing vessel
That had been her impression when
he took leave Of her and she had look
ed into his bronzed face with the
twinkling eyes. If he only for a mo-
ment would remove his glass, for
she could not see his eyes, whose Low,
ing and faithful look cheered her
soul!
He had liked her child so we'll; had
played charmingly with the little girl
That had inspired her with confidence.
He was unlike others who were eager
to court the young widow with embar-
RAISING attentions and fattery. He
had been a real friend to her, and like