Rosannah stood there, in her filmy white raiment, fanning her flushed and heated face, waiting.  A Kanaka boy, clothed in a damaged blue necktie and part of a silk hat, thrust his head in at the door, and announced, “’Frisco haole!”

“Show him in,” said the girl, straightening herself up and assuming a meaning dignity.  Mr. Sidney Algernon Burley entered, clad from head to heel in dazzling snow—­that is to say, in the lightest and whitest of Irish linen.  He moved eagerly forward, but the girl made a gesture and gave him a look which checked him suddenly.  She said, coldly, “I am here, as I promised.  I believed your assertions, I yielded to your importune lies, and said I would name the day.  I name the 1st of April —­eight in the morning.  Now go!”

“Oh, my dearest, if the gratitude of a lifetime—­”

“Not a word.  Spare me all sight of you, all communication with you, until that hour.  No—­no supplications; I will have it so.”

When he was gone, she sank exhausted in a chair, for the long siege of troubles she had undergone had wasted her strength.  Presently she said, “What a narrow escape!  If the hour appointed had been an hour earlier —­Oh, horror, what an escape I have made!  And to think I had come to imagine I was loving this beguiling, this truthless, this treacherous monster!  Oh, he shall repent his villainy!”

Let us now draw this history to a close, for little more needs to be told.  On the 2d of the ensuing April, the Honolulu Advertiser contained this notice: 

Married.—­In this city, by telephone, yesterday morning,—­at eight o’clock, by Rev. Nathan Hays, assisted by Rev. Nathaniel Davis, of New York, Mr. Alonzo Fitz Clarence, of Eastport, Maine, U. S., and Miss Rosannah Ethelton, of Portland, Oregon, U. S. Mrs. Susan Howland, of San Francisco, a friend of the bride, was present, she being the guest of the Rev. Mr. Hays and wife, uncle and aunt of the bride.  Mr. Sidney Algernon Burley, of San Francisco, was also present but did not remain till the conclusion of the marriage service.  Captain Hawthorne’s beautiful yacht, tastefully decorated, was in waiting, and the happy bride and her friends immediately departed on a bridal trip to Lahaina and Haleakala.

The New York papers of the same date contained this notice: 

Married.—­In this city, yesterday, by telephone, at half-past two in the morning, by Rev. Nathaniel Davis, assisted by Rev. Nathan Hays, of Honolulu, Mr. Alonzo Fitz Clarence, of Eastport, Maine, and Miss Rosannah Ethelton, of Portland, Oregon.  The parents and several friends of the bridegroom were present, and enjoyed a sumptuous breakfast and much festivity until nearly sunrise, and then departed on a bridal trip to the Aquarium, the bridegroom’s state of health not admitting of a more extended journey.

Toward the close of that memorable day Mr. and Mrs. Alonzo Fitz Clarence were buried in sweet converse concerning the pleasures of their several bridal tours, when suddenly the young wife exclaimed:  “Oh, Lonny, I forgot!  I did what I said I would.”