Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1912-01-06

Sunuhy, ana 10 I'nul inc hrSt
lay OF the week was always distinctly
oppressive.
Its no use. This day has got on
my nerves. The time when myself
and my dreams were all the company
j needed Is gone. l haven't seen her
for two days. and I can't wait another
day, another hour. another minute"
half hour later Paul was ushercd
into the Sanger drawing room. Flea
nor not appearing at once, he wan
dered through an open door into the
music room. ut one end OF which had
been installed a small pipe organ.
And Paul OF the many talents, with
ont being great musician. knew how
to make the organ respond to his souls
mood. He seated himself and began
TO play. His Idle lingering gradually
took form In passionate. Gorid gust
OF melody that filed the big house.
Then the stormy mood died away. and
the organ sang a weird minor refrain.
Eleanor. entering unobservcd by the
player. stood leaning against a chair
near him. regarding him with an odd
look in which admiration and pity, per
haps shade of contempt. mingled.
At last, without turning or ceasiug
his playing. he spoke, II can't see
you. but know you are there"
Lawyer. politician. orator, musi.
cinn-thc gods have been good to you"
she murmured quizzically.
Yes" he answered, with trace OF
bitterness. Jack OF all trades and mas.
ter OF none. but first and above all
Mrs. Gllbcrt's most sincere devotcc
I'm constant in at least one thing But
you won't let me speak OF that. Today
I'm possessed Of thousand devils
Sing"
lie opened n sheet OF music before
him and struck into the accompani
ment. and Eleanor. standing where she
was, sang.
Eleanor Gilbert could sing. and that
afternoon she sang as she had never
sung before. for In her singing that
day she found expression for what she
had never quite dared to put into
wOrds--thc longing for something high.
or and better than had yet come into
hcr life to ful6ll the ultimate woman's
mission. n longing which Of late had
been growing more and more poignan nj
within her. As she sang her heart
flooded with kindness toward the
handsome. romantic young man before
her.
II WISH" she thought once when at
the end of a verse the organ took up
the refrain-'l wish | were your moth
err | wonder can this be the begin
ming OF lore-and for your
Song followed song until at length
Paul turned from The organ and faced
her.
Thank you" b" std simply.
She rested her rlhuws on the back
OF the chair. folding her hands and
dropping her Ch,n uu them.
How are thus" dnvils nnwT'
Zone. every one Of them. You're
the most eminently satisfactory per-
son In the world. ! came here rest.
less. morbid. filed with dismal fore
bodlngs. You sInE-rhe demons fee"
He folded his arms contentedly
by the way. when are you going to
let me propose
Must ] ever let your"
ut Is inevitable that I shall propose
sooner or later. whether you consent
or not But ! prefer to do II under
the most propItiouS circumstances"
They say you can judge OF love by
the sacrifices It Is willing to make
What would you give up for me2'
what would ! give up? Every
thing"
Everything is big word. my
friend" she answered skeptically.
Lets come down to facts. as Henry
would say. Friends"
He covered his face with his hands.
She pressed him almost fiercely.
Friends? Even your friend Nc.
Adoof"
For Gods sake, DON'T"
what" she said mockingly. "Then
everything doesn't mean everythingT
Slowly his hands feil to his side
His face was very white, his eyes un
utterably weary
mo; everything doesn't mean every
thing. When he asked me to give
you up ! refused, II you should de
mand that give him up must make
the same answer: otherwise mus
be utterly contemplate. | forced my
friendship on him against his will
II It means anything to him now
can't take II away from him."
My dear friend" she said alout
gently, I'm not tempting you. because
have nothing to offer you In exchange
for The sacrifice, I'm only showing yol
what II means to care for an intense
~ selfish woman. And IL should llk'
TO care for you. but | dare not. In
too much like Mr.. McAdoo. ! can new
er let myself love any man with whom
am not first And he hates me- /
dates from day eleven years age
when he saved my life" Paul looked
up, astounded He has hated thu
memory Of me ever since, think II