. Carolina magazine [serial] . n of tears,or some visible signs of grief. But I was numb, for the confusion ofdeparture served as a sort of neednt pinch yourself, for it reallyis all a dream. No tears come; tears ac-knowledge a reality, and all that wasreal to me were flashes of remembrancesred flowers and yellow flowers; surf andsea; coral and coconut; Chinese andJapanese; sugar cane plumes, and thefire by night that consumed their greenstalks; all one vast panorama of colorand sound. But slowly the jammed aislesand decks were cleared. The last strag-glers had finally rushed do
. Carolina magazine [serial] . n of tears,or some visible signs of grief. But I was numb, for the confusion ofdeparture served as a sort of neednt pinch yourself, for it reallyis all a dream. No tears come; tears ac-knowledge a reality, and all that wasreal to me were flashes of remembrancesred flowers and yellow flowers; surf andsea; coral and coconut; Chinese andJapanese; sugar cane plumes, and thefire by night that consumed their greenstalks; all one vast panorama of colorand sound. But slowly the jammed aislesand decks were cleared. The last strag-glers had finally rushed down the gang-plank which was taken away five min-utes later. Our last contact with landhad been severed. And here I was leaning on the rail,listening to the inevitable sobs as thelast strains of Aloha reached us. Iwithdrew to the stern in order to be ina better place to catch a last glimpse ofmy family and friends, but the facesseemed to blur and mingle, as if in adream which glides swiftly past and is (See MY ISLANDS, page 27). Night Owl By BEN McKINNON John Jones had not meant to playpoker until midnight. As he turnedto go up his walkway, for the firsttime in the evening he thoughtabout his wife. Suddenly he was stricken by. con-science. He should not leave hiswife alone, at night. Any numberof things could happen. It was pos-sible that she might be lying un-conscious right now from a nastyfall. Just yesterday, he had readthat a majority of the dangerousinjuries occur in the home. Andthen, on the other hand, even nowhis wife might be menaced at thepoint of a gun. His house was notabsolutely burglar proof. He quick-ened his step and almost ran inthe front door. As he entered the darkened liv-ing room, he knew instantly, in-stinctively that his fears had beenrealized. He heard a drunk-soddenvoice shout, Come on Joe; welltake this moll for a ride. Ill teachher not to give us the double you, baby. I know that youvegot money hidden somewhere inthis house and we intend to
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