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Updated: June 29, 2025
But Keawe ran to Kokua light as the wind; and great was their joy that night; and great, since then, has been the peace of all their days in the Bright House. Whites. Keola was married with Lehua, daughter of Kalamake, the wise man of Molokai, and he kept his dwelling with the father of his wife.
Then Keawe, because he felt the truth of what she said, grew the more angry. "Heighty-teighty!" cried he. "You may be filled with melancholy if you please. It is not the mind of a good wife. If you thought at all of me you would sit shamed." Thereupon he went out, and Kokua was alone. What chance had she to sell that bottle at two centimes? None, she perceived.
And here was the strange thing: he had no sooner seen this miracle, than his mind was changed within him, and he cared naught for the Chinese Evil, and little enough for Kokua; and had but the one thought, that here he was bound to the bottle imp for time and for eternity, and had no better hope but to be a cinder for ever in the flames of hell.
There was Kokua on the floor, the lamp at her side; before her was a milk-white bottle, with a round belly and a long neck; and as she viewed it, Kokua wrung her hands. A long time Keawe stood and looked in the doorway.
“Will you do me a service?” said Kokua. “As one stranger to another, and as an old man to a young woman, will you help a daughter of Hawaii?” “Ah,” said the old man. “So you are the witch from the eight islands, and even my old soul you seek to entangle. But I have heard of you, and defy your wickedness.”
“You have done this for me?” she cried “Ah, well, then what do I care!”—and she clasped and wept upon him. “Ah, child!” said Keawe, “and yet, when I consider of the fire of hell, I care a good deal!” “Never tell me,” said she; “no man can be lost because he loved Kokua, and no other fault. I tell you, Keawe, I shall save you with these hands, or perish in your company.
He laughed at the old man that was fool enough to buy that bottle. "A worthy old man he seemed," Keawe said. "But no one can judge by appearances. For why did the old reprobate require the bottle?" "My husband," said Kokua humbly, "his purpose may have been good." Keawe laughed like an angry man. "Fiddle-de-dee!" cried Keawe. "An old rogue, I tell you, and an old ass to boot.
The town slept, and she knew not whither to turn till she heard one coughing in the shadow of the trees. “Old man,” said Kokua, “what do you here abroad in the cold night?” The old man could scarce express himself for coughing, but she made out that he was old and poor, and a stranger in the island.
All that evening they were very merry together; and the girl was as bold as brass under the eyes of her parents, and made a mock of Keawe, for she had a quick wit. The next day he had a word with Kiano, and found the girl alone. “Kokua,” said he, “you made a mock of me all the evening; and it is still time to bid me go.
And then he came to himself a little and rose up; but the sweat streamed on his face as thick as the rain and as cold as the well-water. "Kokua," said he, "I said to you to-day what ill became me. Now I return to carouse with my jolly companions," and at that he laughed a little quietly. "I will take more pleasure in the cup if you forgive me."
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