“Send for him now; don’t keep the poor fellow in suspense.”
A messager was dispatched and Andrews came looking haggard and wan.
“Your answer?” he asked.
“Mr. Andrews, I sent for you to tell you that I can not marry you. I love another man. Can’t we just be friends?”
Andrews sank into a chair. “He was right,” Andrews muttered, “Harris was right. No beautiful woman is good.” Then springing up he shouted, “‘Let’s be friends,’ did you say? Never! Henceforth my greatest enemy shall be a beautiful woman.”
A FATAL EXCURSION
A FATAL EXCURSION
hree is a large school in Honolulu, called the Royal School. It is so named because at one time only children of royal blood were allowed to attend it. But that is another story.
Business with the principal took me up there one day, and, while waiting for him, I sat and talked with the janitor.