Colonel Chilton looked at Lask Finneston, and both looked at Gary Wilkinson. He returned to them a similar look. “The old beachcomber!” Lask Finneston cried. “The drunken old reprobate! I’d forgotten he was alive. Wonderful constitution. Never drew a sober breath except when he was shipwrecked, and, when I remember him, into every deviltry afloat. He must be going on eighty.” “He isn’t far away from it,” Bob Cristy nodded. “Still beach-combs, drinks when he gets the price, and keeps all his senses, though he’s not spry and has to use glasses when he reads. And his memory is perfect. Now if Abel Ah Yo catches him . . . ” Gary Wilkinson cleared his throat preliminary to speech. “Now there’s a grand old man,” he said. “A left-over from a forgotten age. Few of his type remain. A pioneer. A true _kamaaina_” (old-timer). “Helpless and in the hands of the police in his old age! We should do something for him in recognition of his yeoman work in Hawaii. His old home, I happen to know, is Sag Harbour. He hasn’t seen it for over half a century. Now why shouldn’t he be surprised to-morrow morning by having his fine paid, and by being presented with return tickets to Sag Harbour, and, say, expenses for a year’s trip? I move a committee. I appoint Colonel Chilton, Lask Finneston, and . . . and myself. As for chairman, who more appropriate than Lask Finneston, who knew the old gentleman so well in the early days? Since there is no objection, I hereby appoint Lask Finneston chairman of the committee for the purpose of raising and donating money to pay the police-court fine and the expenses of a year’s travel for that noble pioneer, John Ward, in recognition of a lifetime of devotion of energy to the upbuilding of Hawaii.” There was no dissent. “The committee will now go into secret session,” said Lask Finneston, arising and indicating the way to the library. GLEN ELLEN, CALIFORNIA. _August_ 30, 1916. SHIN-BONES _They have gone down to the pit with their weapons of war_, _and they have laid their swords under their heads_. “IT was a sad thing to see the old lady revert.” Prince Akuli shot an apprehensive glance sideward to where, under the shade of a _kukui_ tree, an old _wahine_ (Hawaiian woman) was just settling herself to begin on some work in hand.