there? would

certainly not. What put such a thing into your head?'" "What should put it What do you suppose you do if the case was your own?' I inquired indignantly. Haven't you said repeatedly that Kini was more like a white man than any native you ever saw? and what would a white man do?""

"My husband's moustache began to caress his nose in the tormenting, heartless way I so dislike, and he chuckled awhile to himself before he said grimly, 'Kini has met Kou.'

"'Where?' I exclaimed breath

lessly.

"In Honolulu, yesterday, just after we got off the boat.' Still the abominable chuckle.

"Oh, Joseph! And what did they do? What did poor Kini say to the wretch?'

"That tantalizing chuckle, it almost drove me frantic. Then Joseph said gravely:

"'Well, Kini and I were walking up King Street, and we met Kou face to face. Kini stopped a moment, and I really believe if you had been there you would have discovered a blush on the modest husband's face. rather lamely, he held out his hand, which Kou

Then,

shook very

heartily, and Kini asked Kou if he would lend him his saddle for today's ride out here.'

"I sank down on the doorstep,

and was too

overcome to speak one word. The relentless voice of my husband went on:

"I asked Kini, when we got past Kou, what on earth he wanted to treat the rascal SO kindly for. Kini replied, in his hearty, native fashion, that he thought he would ask a favor of Kou, as he rather hated to hurt the poor fellow's feelings.'

"Through the mental collapse which followed, I could just faintly hear my husband's words:

"Oh no, Emily, you must not work yourself up into romance over the natives. They have any amount of virtues, but those of courage and chastity do not flourish in native soil.""

LULIA, THE 1.EPER.

"If

"You think, then, Mrs. Lindsey, that the natives of Hawaii are incapable of true or pure love," said Mr. Podmore, the English traveler, the next night, as we sat on the upper deck. Kinimakelahua could so easily forgive such a gross crime as that committed by the libertine Kou, against his young wife, surely they do not know affection nor constancy as we understand the terms. Eh?"

"I beg your pardon, I did not infer that. In the story I told you I merely wanted to show that these harmless people are not gifted with courage, nor do they understand the least principle of virtue. But they do know how to love, and how to care tenderly for their wives. You heard my husband say that there were two

races of people on the Islands, that is, there were two when they were first discovered, the one a warlike and superior race who were their chiefs, and the other the common people. I know of at least one instance of heroism in married life equal to any that I have read of in our own literature, which will serve to show the depth of affection felt by these people for each other."

"Then they really marry?" inquired the Englishman.

"To be sure they do. But it is impossible for a native to see anything morally wrong in the breaking of marriage vows, by either the man or the woman. Sometimes a more than common affection keeps them comparatively true to each other, and of course the constant teachings of our missionaries have inspired them with a sense of shame whenever they are found out in sin. But attempt to reason with a native, and he will tell you that it is a native's nature to be lax, and it is a white man's nature to be strict. That is all there is about it to them. One peculiar thing about this to me is that the women are not a whit behind the men in the matter of immorality, and yet the men are just as ready to forgive the women for lapse of virtue as the women are to forgive the men. Indeed that cynical husband of mine insists that a native husband thinks a deal more of his wife after she has proved too attractive to another man. Some time I want

any

to illustrate for you something about their other characteristics; but tonight I shall tell you a perfectly true story, and if my words. are sad so always are my thoughts whenever I think of the really noble man who was the hero of the tale.

THE LEPER.

"It was no use! Napela's wife had been discovered by a passing officer from Honolulu, and her case as a dangerous leper had been reported to the government officials, and she must be taken by them at once to Molokai. Napela had sought for months to shield his beloved companion; he had removed from his fine home in Honolulu, for he was a chief, and had obtained much money by the sale of his lands to foreigners. He had built a lovely seaside home at Waikiki, and had besides a large residence in the town itself, where flowers bloomed the year through, and where his two children played in happy freedom. He was a representative in the Legislature, and was a well educated, highly intelligent man. When the dreadful truth became known to him, he persuaded his wife to go with him to a small cottage near Wailuku, a town about twenty miles from Honolulu, around the southern side of Oahu. Here he lived, without the children, alone with his wife, and here he sought to hide her and her disease from public gaze. We might question a love which forgave, and never knew it was forgiving, years of

inconstancy, for had not Napela himself been as other natives are, and could he not remember the distant time, when hospitality was not complete between brother chiefs, until the wife or wives of the host were offered to the visitor in willing consent.?

"What to him were the standards of virtue set up by white man! He had known no traditions of virtue, and when the white man came the few rules of moral conduct which honor demanded, even among those darkskinned islanders, were thrust aside, and far baser practices were introduced to break down the small barriers.

"Napela loved his wife. Why should he not? Lulia was beautiful, with a dark, flashing beauty of eye and skin, her form was molded in perfect lines of Hebelike proportions. Her limbs were full of rounded beauty, and whether she cleft the blue waves with swift, and lissome grace, or twirled and twisted in the dance, the 'hula-hula,' she was always a goddess of love and bewitching native beauty. Her step was proud, her voice was low and low and sweet, and if she could love her noble husband best of all the men she knew for years, and still for years, should he not value that subtle preference?

"The end of it all had come. The native watchers on the hillside proclaimed the approach of the flying government boats from the distant Molobai steamer outside the reef and death and

separation were all that were left. Napela stood on the shore in gloomy silence, listening to the loud and monotonous cries of the friendly women gathered near, their voices now rising, now softening almost into silence with the long drawn, quivering 'uwee-e-e, uwe-e-ee--ee.'

"Lulia sat crouched at his feet, her dumb despair weighing upon his own heart with unendurable agony. What was left for her? The living grave, surrounded by dead and still dying corpses of lepers, all shut out from life and mortality by the precipices of distant Molokai.

"For him the empty couch, the broken heart, and shattered life. Life in death, and death in life for both. The native heart cannot pour out its grief with strained embrace and lingering kiss. No traditions make this possible. Only the long and quivering voices of the mourners, with that awful 'uwe-ee-e' could voice or show the parting woe.

"The boats were very near; they stopped; out sprang the four determined men, one a white man, who sternly bade the soldiers do their duty.

"A long, shivering cry from Lulia, echoed a hundred fold in the shaking throats of the women, and she was dragged away from love, from home and husband, to that living tomb, and what was left?

"'U-ee-e.' Again and still again, no intermission in the piercing, trembling, hovering notes. 'Uwe

e-e-ee--e--e, uwe-e-e-e.' The women crouched upon the beach, watching their loved relative torn from their restraining arms, threw up their hands in helpless misery and out from their throats shivered and shook that dreadful cry of grief 'Uwe-ee-e, uu taitu ahina kaii makamaka, aloha-a ino-o, Uwe-e-ee.'

"Napela! He too was helpless; gold, houses, influence all useless. Too well he knew the power of relentless law, and his intelligence beat down his own impulse of anger. Her destiny!

Death!

Alone, no hand to give nor take the greeting of constant love and longing. No well-known voice to soothe the last, awful moments of that terrible death. Living and yet dead. While he? Could he live and enjoy, live and eat and drink, while she lay dying in a dreadful open tomb? Could he yet live?

"His heart was bursting: he raised his head to see the fast receding boat-they were now nearing the line of white, the outward foam of breakers!

In another

moment they would be at the vessel's side, and she, his wife, would be dragged aboard by reckless, miserable hands, and at once they would away, away for Molokai? And he, could reach them now one moment more and it would be too late, death with her, was it not death without her?

"With one swift spring, he was in the dancing waves, his brawny arm clove a side incoming wave he reaches the boat, has lifted his

hapless wife so tenderly, oh so tenderly, up the vessel's side, and with a long farewell look to home and friends, he goes to Molokai in proud willful content to share his life and love and certain death with her, his wife, the leper."

WHY DO WE CELEBRATE THE
24TH OF JULY?

THE question has been asked me, “ Why we celebrate this day?"

The answer, I will try to give, in this my simple lay:

We celebrate because we love the name of Liberty

Some forty years or more today our people were set free;

They reached the Great Salt Lake that day, foot-sore and travel-worn,

And round the flag of liberty, to float upon the

morn,

Their hearts so loyal, brave and true, for freedom loud did cry,

And sent forth songs of praise, unto the Majesty on High,

Who brought them forth from bondage, where they could His laws obey;

They on that barren desert, in humility did pray

That God would raise a standard up in freedom and in might,

To guarantee to everyone, equality and right. They had been driven from their homes, from boasted freedom's land

Been mobbed and plundered of their all, by a blood-thirsty band;

Their noble Prophet had been slain, their Patriarch as well;

And many faithful Saints besides-the half I cannot tell.

And all because they worshiped God, and did His laws obey,

In showing to a darkened world the straight and narrow way.

Because they did like men of old, unfold the gospel plain,

And bravely stand up for the right, no matter what their pain.

They suffered hardships, pain and death in freedom's boasted land;

But firmly stood up for the right, that brave undaunted band;