imson with fruit, in his trellised vanilla already so exacting and so profitable, in his sturdy breadfruit trees thickening with every rain, in the patches of ban

in Oa. For a house is an important matter to a family man, even if it weren't a paying thing like vanillar, nor capable of helping a fellar along like a cow or a b

n these were pulled down at night, and you were a-setting in one of your own home-made chairs with your wife on your knee, the night breeze rustling overhead and the breakers moaning a m

grow and prosper beneath his hands, every hour repaid with nature's usury, he began to feel the elation that a man finds in independence. At first Fetuao had entered but half-heartedly into his plans; she would sit on a log and watch him with mirthful wonder as he swung his ax on the land Faalelei had given them; and when, for a

d to the fascination of the white way. Paga! There were dollars in the ground, and for the asking they could be made to grow. This lesson learned, Fetuao threw off her indifference and became as ardent a planter as her unwearied husband. Lying in his arms at night, her talk ran continually on the theme of which neither ever tired. Not a dollar was earned but was thus laid out in advance, with eager questioning and debate. The cow was

y ill deserved; he grew humble with the thought of his own unworthiness, and, though no believer in the ordinary sense, he began to feel the first stirring of religion. When Fetuao, with sweet shame, laid her head against his shoulder and told him of her impending motherhood, he kissed her, comforted her, and then, rising to his feet, he sought the solitude that at such a

f bygone generations, generations that had loved, and suffered, and struggled, to no other end than that he might live-he, and the sister he had neither seen nor heard from in fourteen years. Hell! he ought to write to Amandar. Families oughtn't t

amoa, May

you are enjoying a simillar blessing. I am married now and left the sea. I suppose Joe is a man

affectiona

Wil

ink of Pa and Ma

racking like the Fourth of July. Jack wondered what in thunder it was about, as he landed at Leicester's wharf and discovered the

r America,

ts," said

is corrobborre

s," said Leicester, weighin

t to tell him. It was none of his business, he had said to her uneasily. He wasn't no politician, and all he asked of anybody was to be let alo

what in hell is it

of it you would find Dutchm

the meddling

because he has a majority of two

something in that,

is a nice-appearing boy from the missionary college, and being above wire-pulling and promising everything to ev

to see how the wind lay, "and s

hat's what makes the missionaries so wild against hi

him be king, t

ey've posted proclamations against him

on't let Tanumafili be k

ng into the sea this minu

ee why the Kanakas shouldn't have

think you was a bloody Dutchm

-" said Jack, "th

, who is? Do you think he's going to give over this country to a papist? No, the only king here is Tanumafi

his copra. Bullets were pattering on the roof, and the trader himself

well," said Jack, who in S

tt!" exclaim

nquired Jack, "Miss Hi

Gott!" sai

ou forty bags of

Gott!" sai

nt it, then?"

lets," quaver

y bags,"

o noding," groa

t week. Gome aga

n the shed mys

ns as the battle rolled to and fro. War on so small a scale is startlingly like murder, and Jack shuddered as he went up to the corpse and turned it over. He returned to his boat, and in a fever of activity unloaded his forty bags and trundled them in batches into Meyerfeld's copra shed across the road. It took half a doz

ing with refugees, her crew grouped about the guns, and an officer in the fore-crosstrees sweeping the town with his glass. A gust of wind carried down to him the sound of children crying, and with it an in

as in that dawn of his home-coming. To hear her laugh, to see her eyes sparkle, to feel her warm breath against his cheek, all transported him into a state of unreasoning security. Apia and its blood-stained streets faded into the immeasurable distance; the war, and all the attendant horrors that had haunted him, now seemed for a moment too remote to even think of. Wh

he flag the faamasino gave us

i le pusa,"

a protection. And tell me, Fetuao," he went on, "what before I have never as

Apia to be numbered for Mataafa, the whites promising that he who had most voices should be king? And when all Samoa cried out 'Mataafa!' at the numbering place (all e

piece of fuafua for a staff, and as he did so he cursed the missionaries for meddlers and the treaty officials for crazy fools. When the flag was at last in place, Fetuao and he drew away to get a better view of it from the beach.

nights before we were married, Jack, when we used to

turned and looked up into his face sh