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patronage. Yes, everything is adapted for the comfort and convenience of the dwellers in this little tropical town — even to the spread of the “latest and last” morsel of gossip. If any feel too indolent to drive and bring it home, stopping here and there for the little harmless clack, why then they can sit in an easy-chair in the drawing-room or on the veranda, and imbibe a bowlful. So you will see the telephone has its supreme and undisputed advantages (more particularly if the “lines” are crossed) among modern inventions. For the continuance of domestic life and happiness commend me to doctor and telephone.
“A telephone up the volcano on Hawaii is the latest novelty for dwellers on the Islands. In the old days men rode on horseback ahead of thelava flow to let the settlers know there had been an eruption, but hereafter it will be necessary only to turn the crank and call up 'Central.' E. E. Richards, who built the volcano telephone line, says: 'Honolulu has the most wonderful telephone system in the world. You can get any number you want as soon as you ask for it, and can hear perfectly a very great distance. There is a good system in Hilo, too, and the lines run the whole length of the island and go to the houses of many of the largest planters. The line to the Volcano Hotel runs along the road about half the distance and then cuts through the woods to the top. A forest, deep and almost impenetrable, blocked the way, but men with axes literally cut through it.'”
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For instance, you have a little matter on your hands that requires legal aid, and you decide in the innocence of your heart to call on Mr. Waite, who understands, you understand, his business and have it all cleared at once. And you find him perfectly satisfactory in all that he says. You come away feeling quite happy and mentally at ease that the whole troublesome affair is now well out of your hands and into his. You wait, inclining to be polite and wellbred and unselfish, and give your neighbors a chance with Mr. Waite and their affairs, and not hurry him too much-and time goes on, and it goes on, and you hear of no settlement in your land-claim. You call on the gentleman. “Oh, yes; I will attend to that little affair of yours. Glad you came in. You must pardon me, but I've been so rushed with this and that, and this season being unusually warm, you know, I suppose you're not in any great hurry. I'll seemand send my boy over-hope you'll forgive the oversight, etc.” And you leave him, thinking it's rather strange, but on the whole, trying to be patient and charitable, saying to yourself that you cannot expect to be first always—that the world was not made in a day—and every other consoling fragment you can think of; and that when he does take hold of it, doubtless there won't be much time lost.
You wait a fortnight for “the boy,” and he does not come--and you then decide that if you do not hear in the course of another week you will “dress up in your best” and go and give the gentlemen a bit of your mind. You call at the last of that week, and Mr. W. discovers, possibly by the very quietude of your manner, the inquietude you feel; you are not quite pleased with the progress of law affairs as he conducts them; and he recounts humbly this time that he has been "all broke up” since you saw him and had to take a little run to Waikiki for sea-bathing-his head's been troubling him, and his wife's not been too well, either_his little Melina's been down with the measles
-and Mort's not yet over the whooping-cough-and baby's had the croup-and so, altogether, he's had to let his business go to the dogs—and coming back, finds everything at sixes and sevens. But now all will be well. You go home resigned—nothing more to say — thankful that you are well. And in a few days the boy comes with a line from your attorney, asking you to kindly call (any time after the next Monday, as he's going to take the children for a little picnic up in the Valley over Sunday), as he has lost sight of his record in some way, he is very sorry to say-an important date which you gave him, and which he cannot, without, proceed in the business that he knows you are desirous of having settled without further waiting. He will be sure to be at his office Wednesday morning at ten o'clock sharp.
THE NATIVE WOMAN.
THE word aloha, for instance, must stand for love,
I affection, gratitude, thanks, kindness, and many more things—for the native tongue is a very poor one.
Every word ends with a vowel, and the language is very musical to the ear—not unlike the Italian.
There are but four notes to their music, and so weird, strange and pleasing it is, that on first hearing it one would wish to listen to it for hours ! A piece of board, with a few strings across it (taro-patch fiddle), or a guitar, a gay holoku of red or green, a lei of flowers on hat of her own plaiting, and another around the neck, a grass hut on the beach, or in the valley, the taro patch at hand, poi in the calabash, fish drying on the roof, a horse in the little paddock, and her majesty—the native woman-need take no thought for the morrow-nor will she! When Sunday comes she will go to church, or meeting, unless any of her friends or relatives (and “cousins” among the natives are legion) are going to have a feast, or luau, in honor of a birthday, wedding-day, the visit of a friend from one of the other Islands, or out of respect to the departed; then she will most certainly not attend church, nor meeting, but will go miles padding over