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THE MAUI NEWS, SATURDAY, OCTOBER 29, 1910
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-ilJOTIISM'S
MESSENGER.
Brought Him an Answer That
He Appreciated.
By CLARISSA MACKIE.
Copyright, 1910, by American free Asso-
' elation. J
Mr. Jotbatn Heed, bachelor, tiptoed
Into bis lonely bouse a If fearful of
being caught In some nefarious net.
As a mutter of .fact, tbere was tiever
man quite so utterly alone tn the
'world as Jotbatn. so free to go and
come, with no questions asked, for
there was no one to ask qtiestlons.
Jot ham was master and mistress, chief
cook and bottle washer of the snug.
white painted bouse on the bill.
Carefully be trod through the spot
less kitchen into tbe sitting room.
where be placed a mysterious package
on the table and drew a chair close be
side it. Then be unwrapped the pack
age, disclosing a large box kite made
of st IT red paper, pliant reeds and
wire.
"I think." snld Jot ham gleefully.
that kite will do the job. I'll have to
wait a dny or two till the wind comes
"WH 'I YOV COMB FOB, THKN?"
up. ' It 11 need a pretty brisk gaie to
git it into tbe next county. I don't
want any Little I liver folks to get bold
of it First I'll put on the teakettle.
and while I'm waiting for it I can
write the letter."
Be lighted the oil cool: stove, and.
ailing the shining teakettle at the
pump, be placed it to boll and returned
to tbe sitting room. From a narrow
cupboard in tbe chimney be brought
writing materials and spread them
forth on the table, 'ink tinted note
paper, purchased at tbe same city shop
where be bad bought the kite, and a
fredb bottle of purple ink were other
results of that secret expedition.
Jotharu put on bis glasses, thrust bis
pen in the ink and tightly linked one
foot around tbe other. He wrote with
cramped fingers, and bis sun burned
forehead was knotted in an anxious
frown:
To the Lady That Capture! This Kite
Dear Madam The writer of this letter
la an unmarried man who wanta a wife.
I've sot a nice forty acre farm, and a
nine room house all paid for and a thou
sand dollars In the bank, two cows and
a horse that any lady can drive; also two
pigs and no end .of chickens and flowers.
ISO widows neea apply, w nai x wu.ni im
a good, neat looking wife tbat knows bow
to cook and will appreciate a loving; hus
band. For further particulars address F.
O. Box 26, Little Kiver. strictly conmien
tlaL JOTHAM REED.
The teakettle was bobbing erratic
ally about tbe stove when Jot ham fin
ished bis letter. Before preparing bis
supper, however, be reread bis letter,
nodded grave approval and slipped
It Id an envelope, which be addressed
to "Tbe Lady That Finds This Kite,
Slipping, tbe flap of the . envelope
around tbe reed fruine inside the kite.
Jotbam gummed it securely in place
and laid the kite carefully In the closet
As be puttered around tbe rooms.
preparing tbe tueal. eating it and aft
erward washing tbe dishes, -Jotham
mused on the few amatory privileges
that bad been bis. Once when he was
quite young be bad fallen in love with
two girls at tbe -same time, Mary Gray
and Sophie Trenton. Uncertain which
one be really desired, Jotbam bad re
sorted to tbe simple method of bis
childhood be wrote their names ou a
lip of paper and then recited. "My
mother told me to take this one," and
bis finger bad fallen on tbe name of
Sophie Trenton.
He asked Sophie to be bis wife, and
be bad scorned him not simply re
fused him, but laughed in his face.
Then it was tbat be discovered that
Mary Gray was really bis heart's de
sire, and he marveled that be should
have hesitated. But Sophie had con
fided the proposal to Mary Gray, and
when Jotham tried his fortune there
be was coldly sent about his business,
while Mary Gray married somebody
else and moved away from Little Riv
er. Sophie hadn't married anybody.
She was the village milliner and was
especially pleasant to Jotham Reed.
In spite of this unhappy result of
trusting' to tbe god of chance, Jotbam
1b bis middle life once more placed bis
affairs in the hands of the deity. Hp
had thought of the kite the night be
fore, and tbe idea a rivaled to hi in.
romantlc: ttVM
I Two dajl passed by before the wind
arose sufficiently strong to merit send
ing the kite on its delicate mission,
and then it came, a fresh nor'westor.
blowing crisp ami cool over the river
and certain to send the kite flying lu-
Jund fnr a way from Little River.
Jothnin went up ou the highest hill
back of the bouse, the red kite lugtflug
at the short line held lu bis hand. A
brief run nnd the red messenger was
loosened nnd dialled up and up nnd up
am! then nway before the wind, whlrl-
Ind and dipping and tossing, some
queer chinclng dervish of the air.
He winched It until it wns a rod
speck ngulnst the sailing white clouds,
and then he went down the hill
Headed straight for Dexter county,
shouldn't wonder If it landed in
Roseville. Great smoke! Jotham
paused nnd scratched his head. in per
plexity. "1 didn't specify that I only
meant unmarried wlmmen should an
swer! Come to think of It, though. If
married woman found the letter
she'd probably havo a sister or some
body who'd take an Interest."
Jotham kept away from, the post-
offtce for two whole days, and theu he
went down to got his mall. There was
none. '
That night he went to a "box social"
at the church parlors.
Fate decreed that Jotham Reed
should purchase the box that Sophie
Trenton had prepared. Sophie had
changed from the pretty. durk haired.
black eyed girl of twenty years ago to
sallow looking, dried up littlo mor
tal who dressed far too young for her
age. Now she looked soulfully at Jo
tham from under the brim of her im
mense bat and smiled enchantlngly.
"1 don't know myself sometimes,"
she rattled on. "I used to be the most
scatterbrained girl that ever was
didn't know my own mind one day's
end from another. I've done and snld
lots of things tbat I wished I could
take back. I should 'a' been happier
and maybe others-too!"
Jothnm was deaf to her chatter. His
brain was performing wonderful math
ematical calculations anent the veloc
ity of the wind arid the possible speed
traveled by Cupid's messenger. At
this rate, for the wind still blew brisk
ly, the kite must have traveled far out
of the state. Jotbam wondered rather
uneasily, if the wind should not abate
soon, might not the messenger be
wafted down to Mexico or some other
heathen counfy where women were
a drug on the matrimonial market?
The thought of afair senorlta presid
ing as mistress over Hilltop farm and
Incidentally Its owner sent Jothnm to
the door for a breath of fresh air and
a squint at the weather. To Sophie
Trenton's angry surprise, Jotham for
got to come back again.
Two more days passed, with no mall
and no tidings of the kite. Jothnm bad
gingerly opened the weekly paper, half
fearful tbat the kite's wanderings
might have brought it within the ken
of the hungry editor but no; there was
no word.
Then one day Totbam was shelling
peas In the back porch when be heard
the click of tbe front gate latch and
a light, swift tread on tbe path around
tbe house.
The sight he looked upon brought
him to his feet wide eyed, open
mouthed, the pan of peas rattling un
heeded to the ground.
Before ' htm stood a tall, youngish
woman with fair hair parted smoothly
on her white forehead and puffed be
comingly behind her ears, ner skin
was fresh and pink, and her eyes were
dark blue .and steady in their gaze,
and over them tbe straight brows cut
a clear dark line. Jothnm saw' the
laughing eyes, the twitching red Hps
half breaking into mirthful smiles, saw
the crisp blue cotton dress the color of
her eyes, tbe fresh white hat and the
string of coral beads about her throat
and recognized his old sweetheart
Mary Gray that was!
In . her hands dangled tbe. crushed
fragments of tbe box kite.
"Found it banging on the pear tree
by my si ft log room window," she ex
plained as she laid tbe kite en tbe
bench. "That's a great idea of yours
Jotham. Most as big as the other idea
you bad when you asked Sophie to
marry you." .
"I was a fool," said Jotbam Reed
blunfly. "I'm a bigger fool now. be
cause It's Just givin' fute another
chance to laugh In my face. You live
in Roseville now. don't you?" he asked.
She nodded. "Funny, wasn't it, your
kite should land there?" she said.
. "Seems like there was something uu
common in it," admitted Jothum so
berly. "I sent it up four days ago off
this hill. I forgot till afterwards that
some married woman might get bold
of it Looks as if you was meant to
get it"
Mrs. Blake, she who was Mary Gray
smiled innocently. "Of course yon
know Jim passed away three years
ago," she ventured. . .
Jotbam stared round eyed, and then
a great gladness came into his face.
"Then you can keep the letter, Mary
You'll stay?"
"I can't. Jotham."
"Why not?"
"You aaid you didn't want any wld
ows to apply and"
"What 'd you come for. then?" de
manded Jotham. bis arm dangerously
near Mary's slender waist.
"I thought maybe you d make an
exception in my case," whispered
Mary, "seeing as I've waited so long.
I was a proud little hussy. Jothum. I
wanted you badly, but I was mad be
cause you asked Sophie."
"It's come out all right. Mary, dear.
We must have been meant for each
other or that kite d never have romo
tr It'll t tn vou"
"Or I would never have cometra!ght
to you," interrupted Mary happily.
"It's wonderful bow everything always
comes out all rlj-'lit in the end, no mat
ter how it'a tangled."
Heart to Heart
Talks.
Dy EDWIN A.NYE
WIIAT ARE WE HERE FOR.?
Are we here merely to wear clothes
and cut and work and sleep betimes.
merely to be enumerated In the census.
pny our tuxes and vote the pity tick
et, to buy and sell, to suffer and to
laugh, to find and fall, to fume and
flunk, to live and dte?
Is that all?
We go about as If It were a feat to
make a decent living, pay our debts.
give a dollar for charity and keep out
of the penitentiary. But
Is that all?
True, we must live without stealing.
and we must live somewhat as others
do. We must sweat and dicker and
put money in our purse. We must do
and be done. Thet grocer and bnkcr
and candlestick maker must have their
due.
But that is not nil. We are here bo-
cause others are here. We all came In
obedience to the same law. If others
were not here we would not be here.
We are all in tho same boat, galling in
the same direction. Being fellow voy
agers, what happens to one affects us
all.
Now, manifestly the power that put
us here Intended we should live and
die together. Destiny has put the
same towline about us all. And, wheth
er we mutiny or whether we Jo hand
in hand, we go. We must lower our
fellows to the grave, and they in turn
must hold the grave straps for our cof
fins.
What are we here for? There Is but
one answer. Try in Tain to una an
other. We are here to help our fel
lows and to be helped by them. We
all belong by right of birth to one big
mutual Insurance society.
To live to yourself nnd to die to your
self would give no meaning to life.
No. We are here to help and be
helped. Some are crippled in body or
mind or heart. We must give them a
lift Some are hungered and athlrst
We must minister to them. Some full
among robbers on tne jencuo roaa,
and we must bind up their wounds and
take them to an Inn and pay the land
lord's bill.
Some yearn for sympathy. We must
give It. Some weep, nud we must
wipe their tears away. Some laugh.
and we must laugh with them. Some
die, and we must bury them.
And here we find the reward and the
solution of our problem. We discover
In our service for others the signifi
cance of life. Purposes appear. The
sequel is hinted at. And we no longer
need to ask. "Is life worth living?"
To learn this simple lesson of service
and to practice It is to say with the
glad philosopher:
"Eureka!"
Heart toHeart
Talks.
By EDWIN A. NYE.
OWN YOVR HOME.
When you have read the text of this
talk you may say, much as you might
wish, you cannot own a home, be
cause
You are only a wage earner.
Or draw a small salary.
Nevertheless I say to you buy a
home. In almost every city or town It
Is possible to buy a lot or acreage on
payments, with a small cash payment
down, or a bouse and lot on similar
terms.
Having innle tbe purchase, you will
find a way to make the payments as
they come due. You will begin to save
instead of spending your money on
things you do not really need.
Try It!
You cannot more than fall, and you
will be no worse off than now. The
chances are nearly all iu your favor.
If it Is known you are pnying on an
investment your credit will improve.
And on a pinch you will be able to use
the land contract for a modest loan.
Make the plunge!
You will discover a fascination you
nave never known before, lou are
due for entirely new sensations. Pri
vate ownership will get you out of
your present rut of unrighteous con
tentment A grip on your own prop
erty will enable you to see over the
edge of things.
You will be a better citizen.
Because, naturally, you will have an
awakened Interest in local government
You will want to know where and how
your taxes go. Your Interest in public
affairs will take you. to tbe primary
and to the polls with a new test
Quit paying rent.
Of all the ornaments on the mantel
shelf rent, receipts are the poorest ex
Tail -it. Substitute tax receipts. They
tell a different story.
Buy real estate.
If it Is only twenty-five feet front
buy real estate. And get a slice as big
as you can pay for, preferably ucre-
ape located In the line of tbe growth
of population.
Real estate cannot blow away. No
one can steal it from you. And unless
you make a big blunder you cannot
lose. Your purchase will grow in value.
Own your boiue.
mat ownersuip will give you a new
sense of satisfaction lu life. It will
add to your self respect and lndepeud
ence. It will provide a refuge for your
loved ones.
The
Scrap Book
Willing to Help.
"When 1 was a young fellow, Just
beginning the practice of law," said
Magistrate House, "two of the oddest
hnracters about the courts were the
oheu brothers, David and Philip,
bey had a habit of appearing on the
opposite sides of the same case. One
day when Chief Justice Shay called
the calendar In the city court David
Cohen answered 'Ready' for the plaln-
Iff In one case, and Immediately Philip
'olieti answered 'Ready for the de
fendant. On the second call David
nguln answered 'Ready,' but Philip an
swered 'Not ready.' This caused Jus
tice Shaw to say: 'Why, Philip Cohen,
fteen minutes ago you were ready.
Uow is it thiit you are not ready now?"
'May it please your honor,' replied
Philip Cohen, 'I was ready when you
first called tbe calendar, but since then
have learned that my brother David
has fifteen witnesses In court, and 1
have only twelve. I should like an ad-
ournmont so that I may be able to go
out and get three more witnesses.
"Whereupon up spoke Brother David,
saying: 'May it please your honor, if
jtbut Is all tbat Is worrying my brother
Philip the case can go on. I will lend
him three of my witnesses.' "New
York World.
Sorrow.
Count each
affliction, whether light or
grave.
God's messenger sent down to thee.
Do
thou
With courtesy receive him. Rise and
bow ,
And ere his shadow pass thy threshold
crave
Permission first his heavenly feet to lave.
Then lay before blm all thou bast. Al
low No cloud of passion to usurp thy brow
Or mar thy hospitality, no wave
Of mortal tumult to obliterate
The soul's marmoreal calmness. Grief
should be.
Like Joy, majestic, equable, sedate.
Confirming, cleansing, raising, making
free;
Strong to consume small troubles, to com
mend
Great thoughts, grave thoughts, thoughts
lasting to tbe end.
Aubrey de Vere.
A Familiar Warning.
Mrs. Jones' favorite warning to ber
young progeny when they were in
mischief was that she would tend to
them in a minute. "Tending" was ac
complished by applying her open hand
where It would do the most good.
When Harry was four years old he
was sent for tbe first time round the
corner to the grocery. In a few min
utes he came trotting soberly back
with tbe nickel still In bis band, but
no bag of onions.
What's the matter?" asked bis moth
er.
I'm 'frald of tbe man." he aaid
solemnly. ,
"Oh. be won't hurt you," reassured
Mrs. Jones. "Run along and bring
the onions. I'm In a hurry for them."
A second time Harry disappeared
round the corner and a second time
returned without bis purchase.
"I'm 'frald of the grocer man," he
explained as before.
'Well, what makes you afraid of
him?" demanded his mother impa
tiently.
"Why," answered the little fellow.
"bofe times when I goed in be looked
at me an' said. 'I'll tend to you In a
minute! "
A Confession.
The late Father Ducey was once
eagerly Bought while bearing confes
sions, by an enterprising reporter for
a New York uewspaper. ,
There was a long Hue of penitents
in tbe church, and tbe reporter saw
tbat tbe only way to get a speedy bear
ing would be to get a place In tbe line.
At last his turn came. "Father Du
cey," he began, "1 rn a reporter ior tne
Nw York Daily Blank"
"My son," Interrupted the cleric.
"even that might be forgiven."
Admitted His Foolishness.
It. was iu Corse Pay ton's younger
days as a manager, when bis highly In
teresting eccentricities were beginning
to distinguish him. He bad appeared
In a small city with bis company and
was already Indulging his babit of
making speeches before tbe curtain.
The editor of the leading paper in the
town atteuded tbe performance, after
which, in the sapient manner of his
kind, be went forth and wrote a biting
piece for bis paper, which may be
called tbe Herald.
"Corse Payton," wrote the editor, "la
a fool. He looks like a fool and acts
like a fool."
This, thought the editor, will embar
rass Corse Payton, who will be careful
hereafter how he acts.
Yet tbe next day the billboards bore
bills in this wise:
"Corse Payton is a fool. Herald.
"Of course Corse Payton Is a fool for
giving a dollar show for 10, 20 and SO
cents."
Scotch Stories.
It was late In the afternoon when
tbe Scotch minister arrived at the
farmhouse. The housewife suggested
that perhaps be would like a cup of
tea' before engaging In "exercises." "Na,
no." said be. "I aye tak' iny tea better
when my work is done. I'll Just be
gaun ou. Ye can hlng the pan on an'
leave the door ajar, an' I'll draw to a
close In the prayer when I hear tbe
haain fl.rln'."
Another woman of Scotland when
asked if she hud understood tbe ser
mon to which she bad Just been-11
tenljig replied, "Wad I hue the r'
sumption?"
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