. A love for a love, and let mine be equalled
with Keawe's! A soul for a soul, and be it mine to perish!"

She was a deft woman with her hands, and was soon apparelled. She took
in her hands the change--the precious centimes they kept ever at their
side; for this coin is little used, and they had made provision at a
government office. When she was forth in the avenue clouds came on the
wind, and the moon was blackened. The town slept, and she knew not
whither to turn till she heard one coughing in the shadow of the trees.

"Old man," said Kokua, "what do you here abroad in the cold night?"

The old man could scarce express himself for coughing, but she made out
that he was old and poor, and a stranger in the island.

"Will you do me a service?" said Kokua. "As one stranger to another, and
as an old man to a young woman, will you help a daughter of Hawaii?"

"Ah," said the old man. "So you are the witch from the Eight Islands,
and even my old soul you seek to entangle. But I have heard of you, and
defy your wickedness."

"Sit down here," said Kokua, "and let me tell you a tale." And she told
him the story of Keawe from the beginning to the end.

"And now," said she, "I am his wife, whom he bought with his soul's
welfare. And what should I do? If I went to him myself and offered to
buy it, he would refuse. But if you go, he will sell it eagerly; I will
await you here; you will buy it for four centimes, and I will buy it
again for three. And the Lord strengthen a poor girl!"

"If you meant falsely," said the old man, "I think God would strike you
dead."

"He would!" cried Kokua. "Be sure He would. I could not be so
treacherous--God would not suffer it."

"Give me the four centimes and await me here," said the old man.

Now, when Kokua stood alone in the street her spirit died. The wind
roared in the trees, and it seemed to her the rushing of the flames of
hell; the shadows tossed in the light of the street lamp, and they
seemed to her the snatching hands of the evil ones. If she had had the
strength, she must have run away, and if she had had the breath she must
have screamed aloud; but in truth she could do neither, and stood and
trembled in the avenue, like an affrighted child.

Then she saw the old man returning, and he had the bottle in his hand.

"I have done your bidding," said he. "I left your husband weeping like a
child; to-night he will sleep easy." And he held the bottle forth.

"Before you give i