Ka Leo o ka Lahui, Volume II, Number 194, 15 May 1891 — A ROMANCE. [ARTICLE]

A ROMANCE.

j (CONTINUKD.) When Nyama and liis wife arrivt'd at the hotel thcy eaw aman etanding by the door. It waa a tall man with a <lark; brcwn complexion. Ile wore a hiaeHuit adorned \vith row« of poli.slied braps buttone, and a felt helmoi on his head, he carried a eluh in his belt, lie was apolieeman. j Nyama looked at the giant with interest; the giant returned the gaze. A* ■ our hero wae passing the door he Btretched out.his great hand and seized him by I the coat collar. | "You eome \vith me, I arrest you,'" he eaid in a manner whieh showed that he was ready t,o take liis prisoner bodi lv, willynilly. Faza gave a cry and clung to her husband'H neek, " What does he say ? what does the creature want ? oh, my dear !" "What d« you mean," demandedNv--ama, ,k you are nueiaken. Whatdo you arrest me for ?" u You run awav; you stop work. Pretty soon you find out wasamatta." >iyama put both hie arms around Faza and tried to reassure her. "Don't be alarmed, my dear; is all a mistake. It will soon b.e all right. Dwn't cry ! 1 have not done anything to be arrested for. lil soon be back. I must go with this polieeman, but I will be back in an hour. Go up staira and wait for me. Be a brave girl now," and he kiesed her tenderally and pulled away her arms from his neek, snd pushed hergentlv away. '*All right," he said to the polieeman. and they went. Faza ran wildly up the stairs, and j bursting into their room, threw j face ilown,- upon the bed and sobbed aloud. It seemed to her that the sun J had gone out and all was darkness and | dispair. I Nyama went with the polieeman to a dingy little office down by the wharves | among the forest of masts. A dusty looking iron-grey man sat behind a battered desk. When Nvama stood before him he did not look up, but continued his writing. After a minute Nyama became impatient and asked r Do you know why this iellow haa brought me here ? I ean soon clear myself of any charge against rae, and 1 will make somebody pay for this." , The man behind the desk paid not the slightest heed but wrote serenely 011. The polieeman stood in the door. Nyama looked out of the dusty cobwebbed window for a few minutes, he was getting angry. "Now, look here !" he cried, '"ihieis a damned outrage. I ; willhave satisfaction for this. It don't become a gentleman to be kept waiting by a little, scribbling vice, deputy, as--Bistant clerk." Even this produced no effect on the man. So Nyama gnashed his teeth and dropped into a chair and waited. At the expiration of half an liour the official arose, put away his books and papers shut and loekeil his desk and put on hiß coat aud hat, tlien* he epoke: "Are you No. 3751 ? Name Nyama ? " he aeked "My name is Nyama, but I am not a convict. nor a package of merchandise that I have a number," replied the youngnian. "You eame witli the last lot of Japanese didn't you ?" u Yes, but " l>egan Nyama. "Take him to Sand lsland," broke in the oSic\al, speaking to the polieeman, and walked out of tiie door and away. The polieeman motioned to his prisoner to follow, aud led the way to the wharf. The eun wae low and shoue in their faces aa they lookeil towarvl the eea. \Seaandsky wereon fire with the reflected light of the «»ttiug sun. The polieeman motioiuxl to a row l>oat lving the \vharf with the stalwart oarsman gleeping in the bottom. <To beContioued},