Hawaii Holomua, Volume II, Number 16, 19 Ianuali 1894 — A STAR STORY. [ARTICLE]

A STAR STORY.

J Suggested for Consider- : ation by the Star Stockholders. Lizzv —Huve yoa not Iieanl of Hanoah s pretty <loing' M-rgaret—Iv’e- l>een but Iitfle out. L’zzv—Kate ioM it me to*ilny — there’s not a tloubt Of its troth. This comes of airs and impmlenee* 1 always sai«l her ]>ride wouhl be her niiu. Margaret —What niean yoo? 1 f { Lizzy—What I mean all know bnt you- t\ hy, whep she eat> aml tlrinks she’s feeding two. ( * \ Margaret—Poor thing! Lizzy —Poor thing. indeed! ( : great pity for her: M hy, she j was alwavs nnding some ]irotense To bo in company withthisadorer 0f hers: —nt every party-everv walk — I ' How she made ont a time for private talk! Wouhl hang upon his nrm, and still bo seen For evermore with him, at booth 1 : or greeu. 8he thought herself so fine. uone eouhl eome near her: ; And then their fesatings —cakes aud wine must cheer her After their rambles: theu her j vanity About her beautv almost like insunity— Aud Ihen her meanuess —ihink of her insisting r Upon his making handsome presents to her — , Tlien eame soft words, when there were none to listen, . Then all a girl ean give she g »ve her wooer! i 1 Margaret— The poor, poor j tbiug! > | 1 Lizzy—And do you pity her? When ue wero kopt close to our , wheels, and when Our mothers wouhl not sufter iis r; to stir ! Abroad at night, or Ioiter with i o the men, Then were they on the seat [ i before the door, p 0r in the dark walk lingeriug , ( evermore; Now for the stool aud white sheet of repentance; For one, I feel no s rrow at her ! sentence. , Margaret—Poor creature! but, ■ no doubt, he’ll marry her. Lizzy —He! —he’ll be no sueh | , fool —the de’il maycarry her, [ For wbat he cares—they say that , | he is oft’; , i He’ll find another market soon enough. > i Margaret—That is not fuir. = I 1 Lizzy—Twill be almost nsbad, i * ' ; We will so plague her—if she get the lad;— The wedding garlund, should she 1 tbink to wear it, I; From the moek virgin shall tbe children tear it; And, at her door, what fun we shall have, spreading Chopped straw, to greet the pro- ! mise of their wedding. Margaret—How I wonld rail ; when some poor girl went wrong! i t How, when it was another’s sin and shame. M ords of reproach would rise up to my tongue! 1 It wns, it was so hhu’k—oh how so bluck, and I * Blackened it more and more—no wordsofblame f his virtuous scorn of mine could 1 satisfy— Others rnight f*ll, but I more proud beca:ae— I I blessed myself, and held my- ; » i self 80 high, t And I who thus eonkl fee!—am 1! I the same? ! 1 But cou W I-who could—huve t resisted here? I .\11 waa so gootl? all was »o verv : ileai! * ; 1 i