Ranch that he had performed his share of the entertaining.
She had not cared for the interminable statistics and eternal speechmaking of the other
members of the committee. Neither had Steve. And it was with Steve that she had stolen
away from the open-air feast at Hamakua, and from Abe Louisson, the coffee planter, who
had talked coffee, coffee, nothing but coffee, for two mortal hours. It was then, as they rode
among the tree ferns, that Steve had taught her the words of "Aloha Oe," the song that had
been sung to the visiting Senators at every village, ranch, and plantation departure.
Steve and she had been much together from the first. He had been her playfellow. She had
taken possession of him while her father had been occupied in taking possession of the
statistics of the island territory. She was too gentle to tyrannize over her playfellow, yet she
had ruled him abjectly, except when in canoe, or on horse or surf-board, at which times he
had taken charge and she had rendered obedience. And now, with this last singing of the
song, as the lines were cast off and the big transport began backing slowly out from the
dock, she knew that Steve was something more to her than playfellow.
Five thousand voices were singing "Aloha Oe,"--"MY LOVE BE WITH YOU TILL WE
MEET AGAIN,"--and in that first moment of known love she realized that she and Steve
were being torn apart. When would they ever meet again? He had taught her those words
himself. She remembered listening as he sang them over and over under the hau tree at
Waikiki. Had it been prophecy? And she had admired his singing, had told him that he sang
with such expression. She laughed aloud, hysterically, at the recollection. With such
expression!--when he had been pouring his heart out in his voice. She knew now, and it was
too late. Why had he not spoken? Then she realized that girls of her age did not marry. But
girls of her age did marry--in Hawaii--was her instant thought. Hawaii had ripened her--
Hawaii, where flesh is golden and where all women are ripe and sun-kissed.
Vainly she scanned the packed multitude on the dock. What had become of him? She felt
she could pay any price for one more glimpse of him, and she almost hoped that some
mortal sickness would strike the lonely captain on the bridge and delay departure. For the
first time in her life she looked at her father with a calculating eye, and as she did she noted
with newborn fear the lines of will and determination. It would be terrible to oppose him.
And what chance would she have in such a struggle? But why had Steve not spoken? Now
it was too late. Why had he not spoken under the hau tree at Waikiki?
And then, with a great sinking of the heart, it came to her that she knew why. What was it
she had heard one day? Oh, yes, it was at Mrs. Stanton's tea, that afternoon when the ladies
of the "Missionary Crowd" had entertained the ladies of the Senatorial party. It was Mrs.
Hodgkins, the tall blonde woman, who had asked the question. The scene came back to her
vividly--the broad lanai, the tropic flowers, the noiseless Asiatic attendants, the hum of the
voices of the many women and the question Mrs. Hodgkins had asked in the group next to
her. Mrs. Hodgkins had been away on the mainland for years, and was evidently inquiring
after old island friends of her maiden days. "What has become of Susie Maydwell?" was the
question she had asked. "Oh, we never see her any more; she married Willie Kupele,"
another island woman answered. And Senator Behrend's wife laughed and wanted to know
why matrimony had affected Susie Maydwell's friendships.
"Hapa-haole," was the answer; "he was a half-caste, you know, and we of the Islands have