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IE 7.7 Tbe Honolultr Times Vol. I. No. 10. As for nic, I am of the order of all the sainls, and all the saints arc are of my order. La Mere Angel-' iquc. v5 i fr In the refectory of San Marco of Floierice there is a very pleasant picture wherein St. Dominic is seated at tahle with his monks, and he is asking a blessing over cups that hai no wine and platters without bread. His companions are amazed, but even while the saint is praying the angels of God are moving unseen through the room, ing that bread of which if any 'man eat he shall never hunger again. For. it cometh to pass in this hospitality that if anyone a chamber for Jesus he shall find he is the guest, and Jesus ' as become the host. '! J vt "Hush, J pray you! What if this friend happen to be God?" TO ABOLISH PROFANITY. "Hi! hi!" shouted Father William, and shook his long stick at me There was no threat in this action ; it is the old man's way of attracting attention, and as his persistence is as great as his age, it is best to give in at once. So I jumped off my bicycle and wailed for him to come down the garden-path from the corner where he had been setting his traps. "How are you this morning, rather Wiliam?" I said. "Werry sadly indeed, thank ye kindly, Sir," he answered. "I'm wunnerful shrunk." He twitched the red-shawl more tightly around his shoulder to show he was not as big as he looked, and seeing that he was disposed to be melancholy, I thought I would rouse him. 'ijljbciitsurss Jk'nllcll; a l)stltoit." HONOLULU, JULY, 1903 "Don't you think those traps of yours are very ciuel things to keep about the place?" I inquired, The question succeeded instantly. "'Tain't likely," he snapped. "They're for varmints, an' I've a right" to catch as many o' they as I can. When th' old Squire were alive, 'e never didn't sav nothin' to me about tn, an' now 'e's gone, nobodv shch. I do my dooty by vou an' everyone; but I've my rights, an' bv them I'll bide, an' no mistake." He paused for a moment leaning hervilv on his 'stick and staring most defiantly. "But there now." he continued', with returning breath, it ain't for that I called ye. T've suthin' 'portant to say to ve, an' I'm an old man in me nineties, an' I'd like ve to take ut down. Come in a minute, won't ve?" He led the wav to his cottage and sat down in his armchair by the fire. He looked round at the white blackbird, the wild cat, and the big ' stoat in their ghss ctsps and remarked angrily, "Caught all o' they in traps, I did ; an' th' Squire, e' said, 'That's werry clever on ye, William,' that's what 'c said; an' I'm not deceivin' ye 'tain't likelv.'' He paused again for wind. "It's like this." he began at kjst : "th' policeman looked in last night,' ail' 'c savs. 'Father 'Willium,' 'e Isavs, 'there's a law in force (this werry year to 'bolish swearin', Ian' punish them what swears.' 'An' a goqd thing, too, John,' I says ; for I don' swear, as all th' world knows, an' 'tain't right that others should. An' then 'e went away, an' I've been thinkin' o' what 'e said, an' I've suthin' for ye to write down." I produced my note-book and "stylo," and waited patiently for what was to come. . i S3 00 n.r Aiuuun" Single OoplcHUt'cntHj "I'm a werry old man," said ' Father William, when he had stirred the fire into a blaz and wrapped the red shawl more closely round him. "I'm in me nineius, an' maybe I'll be took that law comes in. So -I, want to take down som i' tl ' 'names o' them what's hem -- earin' m tins part for sixt oar an' more an' if I'm gone them to th' magistral If so be I can't see un punished mysel', I'll know it'll h. dnne." T made no comment, wait'd -patient 1 for the black list "Thcve's'ojd Jack Mail to." b garf the cteran "but no, V' dead this two yepivrpre's th' pit-v . for 'e,did swear wunnerful VlJ. VJ did. an' ye deny ut nobody can't. But there's1 'is son bov Jack, as I called un to s'p",'"1'" un x'"' ''i fathcian' many'" th' iime 'e's swore ay, sword at me, th' varmint! Put tm down bov Jack, wot lives' agin' th' mill." "Boy Jack," who must be nearer seventy than sixtv b" the wav, and still wprks on the land as a ploughman, went at the head of the list, and I waited. "Put th' shepherd down," whispered the-old man. "'E , went oh' shameful 'cos 'is dog caught one o' th 'traps, th' fool.' I've' been werry good to th' shepherd taught 'im all 'e knows.; but I'll Ha' no more to do wi' un. Tut un down." ' . - ' - "Then -there's th' looker," continued FatherWilliam thoughtfully "an' I don't care for un if 'e dp' be the looker. 'E shan't come tellin' me to take care, there ain't no rabbits caught i' they traps yonder. Put un down ; an' do you tell th' Bench 'c swears shameful, .'and ye won't be tellin' no lie, for I've heerd un, an, many's th' time." .' ' (Continued on page 3) .'