Bryan daily eagle and pilot. [volume] (Bryan, Tex.) 1909-1918, 1913-07-01

w IT'S clear night on Moiohai' ~
full tropical moon sheds serene
light over landscape dotted VIII
little white cottages from wnose
windows come a CLEAN OF meiio"
radiance. A mild breeze from the
salty stretches of the open sea blows
inland gently rustling the leaves OF
the cocoa palms and eottonwoods anu
tanning the cheeks Of the people Win
n welcome GOODNESS The silyery raul'
ance of the moonlight accentuates
the silence till the hum OF nusneu
voices in quiet conversation Is quite
audible to him who listens, There Is a
great peace-a great quiet in the at
mosphere. something dinerent-hard
to explain, but beautiful. It's presence
fills the heart with wonder that inc
world is SO good. so kind a place 10
live in. and instills into the soul I'M
altering faith that much better much
greater things must surely be in store
for us out there beyond after this great
life has been left behind.
In quiet veranda corner overlook
ing the silver rlpples of the sea are
dozen men and women, lounging IN
comfortable wicker chairs, speaking az
intervals, but mostly silent in attention.
to the voices OF the night. One OF the
party is younger man. He Joined his
friends as late as two years previous.
and he knows much more Of that great
world out there beyond the waves thas
they.
The hillsides have become a check.
efsnard Of silver and Jet and the roofs
of the cottages are plated with won
derful silver There is quiet laughter
from the party on the veranda and
from somewhere out under the trees
come the low notes OF a woman's voice.
which ceases, calling forth deeper
echo. Lovers.
sudden veering OF the wind bears
Up afresh the ceaseless wash OF the
waves upon their countless rocks and
he sound OF eternal roaring as they
'ruitlessly exhaust their force upon
he unflinching faces OF the cliff. The
wind settles. The moon moves on.
from afar off are heard the voices OF
Jaruso and Tettrazini as they join
With others I'm the great sextet from
Lucia played on a monograph. One !
~ one the lights go out, the parties |
freak up and all is quiet. Molokai is
leepng sleeping the sleep OF the |
ust, the pure In heart. the weary OF |
'ody-and you are alone with the |
Moonlight, the breeze and the restless
waves.
Life on the Island.
Peace and quiet and happiness. beau.
y, cleanliness and contentment, work.
lay and study-there Is probably not
ne person in a thousand who asso-
iates these with Molokal, island OF
'pers. How can there be aught but
orror and loneliness and heartbreak,
gu ask, where people are ill--loath.
omely ill-and cut off forever from
lends and home ties? Well, that can
lly be answered by one who has lived
nong these outcasts. studied their
avs and discovered their point OF
ew. Not long ago Albert j. Arroll,
! American passed two weeks--14
iply days he states-as the guest of
e superintendent of the island, and
me OF the facts which most i'm.
'essed Mr.. Arroll are retold in this
'ticle, In the first place he discovered
at Molokai is a beautiful prison, that
the part of the island inhabited by
e lepers--a plain, we'll watered and
Gliding nourishment for every con
ivable form OF plant life. The coast
is well known. is stormy and rock
'und and looking inland from the set.
ement which is situated upon a YER
mt peninsula the island is seen to
Sc higher as the eye recedes, until
e vision is terminated by an impas.
bic wall of mountains which tower
ousands Of feet above the sea. No
an has ever scaled these peaks. no
70 has ever crossed them.
OF the 1000 souls who inhablt the
and 500 have no external mark by
itch 1t could be suspected that they
g other than perfectly healthy. Four
ndred have some mark--a spot,
IL, ulcer, which Is carefully
essed each day. or other minor indi-
ton of the disease. Fifty are ex.
,me cases, people In the last stages
leprosy, but they are confined in a
spital in a secluded nook. where
BY are never seen by any one save
cir nurses and the priests. They
We attendants, physicians, Japanese
rises, books, music and everything
At will help to cheer along the drag.
lg days until death may come, a
leone visitor. to release their SUI.
ing spirits from useless and mu-
ated body. Fifty more are superin-