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EXPLANATORY
KAMEHAMEHA FIRST, of the Hawaiian Islands, conquered his foes in a great
battle, driving them over the high mountain peak known as Pali-one of the
famous scenic views of the world, and the goal of all visitors in
Honolulu.
The Hula (pronounced _hoola_) was the national muscle and abdominal dance
of Hawaii, and the late King Kalakua was its enthusiastic patron. The
costume of the dancers was composed chiefly of skirts of grass. The Hula
(so attired) is now forbidden by law. The Hula Kui is a modification of
the dance and exceedingly graceful.
Many charming young self-supporting woman in Honolulu trace their
ancestry back to Kamehameha with great pride. The chant is a weird
sing-song which relates the conquests of the race.
It is the custom in Honolulu to present guests at feasts and festivals,
or departing visitors, with long wreaths of natural flowers, and which
are worn by men, as well as women, about the head, hat, and neck. These
wreaths, called lais (pronounced lays), sometimes reach below the waist.
The flower-sellers are one of the national features of Honolulu.
_Scene made to represent grounds at Hawaiian hotel_. _Sort of open café
or pavilion with palms_, _vines_, _and tropic flowers_. RALPH _sitting
alone with a dreamy air_.
_Enter_ ETHEL-_in short travelling suit_-_typical American girl_-_blonde
and petite_.
ETHEL
Oh, here you are. Your sister and your mother
Commissioned me detective, sleuth, and spy,
To find the disappearing son and brother;
And tell him that the time is slipping by.
Our boat will sail in just two hours, you know.
Dear Honolulu, how I hate to go.
RALPH
Don't mention it; I shun the very thought.
ETHEL
You see this is the sort of thing one hears
And don't believe, until one sees the spot.
We left New York in snow up to its ears;
And now a Paradise! the palm, the rose,
The Boaganvillia, and the breath of summer.
RALPH
I tell you, Honolulu is a hummer.
It pays for six long days upon the ocean-
And those sad memories of a ship's queer motion
ETHEL
There's one thing, though, that's disappointed me,-
The much exploited Honolulu maid.
I haven't seen a beauty in the town.
RALPH
They're thick as ripe bananas on a tree.
You have not been observing, I'm afraid.
ETHEL (_shrugging her shoulders_)
Oh well, tastes differ; I don't care for brown,
At least for this pronounced Hawaiian shade;
I really can't imagine how a man
Could love a girl dyed to a chronic tan.
RALPH
Some one has said, ‘Love goes where it is sent.'
ETHEL (_sadly_)
I think that true; one can not guide its bent.
But I must go; and will you come along?
Your mother said to bring you.
RALPH
Not quite yet;
I'll wait until that bird completes its song;
The last I'll hear, till many a sun has set.
Just tell the folks I'll meet them on the pier.
[_Exit_ ETHEL, _looking disappointed_.
RALPH (_sitting down in a reverie_)
A nice girl, Ethel; but, by Jove, it's queer
The way a fellow's stubborn mind will turn
To something that he should forget. That face-
I saw once on a San Francisco street,
How well I do recall the time and place.
‘A girl from Honolulu,' some one said.
I wonder where she is now! Married? Dead?
[_A silent reverie for a moment_. _Then speaks again_.]
I planned this trip with just one crazy thought-
To look upon that strange girl's face once more.
That is the luny project which has brought
The four of us to this idyllic shore.
[_Laughs and lights a cigar_.]
My scheme was worked with such consummate care
That mother thinks _she_ planned the whole affair.
Then she invited Ethel as her guest.
[_Silence for a moment_.]
Well, sometimes mothers know just what is best
For wayward sons.
And yet, and yet, and yet,
Why is it one girl's face I can't forget?
Why is it that I feel despondent hearted
In missing that fool hope for which I started?
Four thousand miles is something of a chase
To run to cover one elusive face
And then to _fail_.
[_Reverie_. _A chant is heard outside_. _The man listens_. _The chant
ceases and then a maiden slowly approaches calling out her flower wares_,
_which she carries in a basket_; _she wears several lais herself_, _on
hat and neck_. _She does not observe the man at first_.]
FLOWER GIRL (_calls in a musical voice_)
Lais, lais, royal lais, beautiful flowers in bloom;
Colours of splendour, fragrance so tender,
Blossoms to brighten your room;
Lais, lais, royal lais, who buys-
RALPH (_leans forward and says aside_)
(Eve and the serpent meet in Paradise.)
[_He moves forward as the maid enters the doorway_. _Recognition shows
in both faces_. _Then the maiden recovers her self-possession and starts
to go_.]
RALPH (_with sudden boldness and excitement_)
I'll buy you out, in case you then are free
To stay awhile, beneath this banyan tree,
And tell me all about your lovely land.
FLOWER GIRL (_with dignity_)
Your pardon, sir, I do not understand.
RALPH (_who seems drunk with exhilaration_)
Oh well, 'tis plain enough; from realms of snow
I landed here, some little time ago,
A lonely orphan, without kith or kin.
I need a friend.
[FLOWER GIRL _gives him an indignant_, _surprised glance_. _Then speaks
with quiet sarcasm_.]
Sir, they will take you in
On Hotel Street. The Y. M. C. A. there
Shelters all homeless youths within its pale.
RALPH (_shaking his head sadly_)
They wouldn't take _me_ in. I am from Yale.
GIRL (_with mock sympathy_)
Oh, that _is_ sad. Because no skill or tact
You might employ could ever hide the fact
From all the world, wherever you might be.
Now Harvard, Princeton, Stanford men, we see
And never know, until they speak the name;
But Yale,-it bears its brand.
RALPH (_reproachfully_)
You're making game
Of me, and of my College, cruel girl.
[_Approaches her excitedly_.]
Come, drop those flowers, and let us have a whirl.
I'll give you both the Yale Yell and the Boola,
If you will dance for me your famous Hula.
GIRL (_drawing back haughtily_)
_I_ dance the Hula? You mistake, my friend;
You heard my chant, but did not comprehend
The meaning of it. Hark, while I repeat it.
[_Repeats the chant_.]
RALPH (_puzzled_)
I'm sure there's nothing in the world can beat it;
But-er-the language is a little queer;
I did not quite catch all the words, I fear;
Besides, I'm so distracted by your face.
GIRL (_proudly_)
That chant relates the conquests of my race;
Though I am poor, and hawk about these lais
To earn my bread, yet in the olden days
There was no prouder family on earth
Than mine. But Polynesian pride of birth
Is quite beyond the white man's scope of brain,
And so perchance I speak to you in vain.
[_Takes her flowers and starts to go_.]
RALPH (_intercepts her_)
Great Scott! but you are splendid when you're mad
Now, please, don't go; I'm really not so bad:
I don't mean half I say.
GIRL (_turns blazing eyes upon him_)
Oh, all you men
Of pallid blood, again, and yet again
Have offered insults to our island races.
I own we once were savage; and the traces
Of those wild days remain; but, sir, go back
A little way, on _your_ ancestral track,
And see what you will find. A horde of bold
And lawless cut-throats, started many an old
And purse-proud race; and brutal strength became
The bloody groundwork for pretentious fame
When Might was Right. If every royal tree
Were dug up by the roots, the world would see
That common mud first mothered the poor sprout.
Your race is higher than my own, no doubt;
Then shame upon you, for the poor display
Of noble manhood that you make to-day,
Thinking each brown-faced girl your lawful prey.
[_Turns her back upon him and starts to go_.]
RALPH (_pleadingly_)
Oh, say now, let a fellow have a show.
I never meant to rouse your anger so;
I only meant-I-well, you see the change
Of climate was so sudden; and the strange
And gorgeous scenery, and your glorious eyes
Upset my brain. But you have put me wise.
I own that I had heard-
[_Hesitates_, _and_ GIRL _breaks forth again_.]
Oh, yes, I know you heard
Wild tales of Honolulu; and were stirred
With high ambitions to return to Yale,
The envied hero of a wilder tale;
You thought each maiden on this Isle, perchance
Wore skirts of grass, and danced the Hula dance;
And gave her lips to any man for gold.
RALPH (_interrupting_)
Oh, 'pon my honour, I was not so bold-
GIRL (_ignoring_, _and with vehemence_)
You thought the old time licence still prevailed;
You did not know across the heavens had sailed
A beautiful star in brilliancy arrayed,
The _Self Respecting New Hawaiian Maid_-
Who prides herself upon her blood and birth
And holds her virtue at its priceless worth;
And stands undaunted in her rightful place
Snow white of soul, however brown of face,
Warmer in blood than your white women are
And yet more moral in her life by far
Than many a leader in your halls of fashion.
RALPH (_gazing at her with admiration_)
I vow I like to see you in a passion;
Such royal rage! Your forbear was, I know
Kame-a-lili-like-kalico,
Or some such name; who got in that great tiff
And tumbled all his foes down off the cliff.
I feel I'm lying with them in the valley
While you stand all triumphant, on the Pali.
GIRL (_smiling and softened_)
You mean Kamehameha First, I'm sure.
Yes, I am of his line.
RALPH
May it endure
Until the end of time; for you are _great_;
The world needs women like you.
[GIRL _turns to go_.
RALPH