The wide doors of the portico opened into a square court, a
cool and shady retreat.
The place was a bower of beauty.
In the center there grew a little jungle of green palms and
graceful tree-ferns, sheltering a fountain where the water
dripped and fell with a pleasant splash and tinkle.
There were tasteful stands of flowers and ferns all around
the margin of the brick pavement.
The cream-colored walls were half covered with a green
trellis and broken by arches. In the apex of each arch was a
picture wrought in stained glass - typical Hawaiian
landscapes, the colors flaming as beneath a blazing tropic
A group of bronze statuary stood at the far end of the room
- three surf-board riders racing through the surf.
The young men threw their arms wide as they stood erect,
balancing on the boards.
A fourth swam between them.
With parted lips and eager eyes and tense muscles, they
depicted the very spirit of the sport.
But the party did not linger in the court, enchanting though
They passed through one of the archways, where a door gave
entrance to a hall leading to the verandah -or "lanai" as
the Hawaiians call it.
On the verandahs they are dancing to the swing of a native
orchestra which blends its music with the splash of the
rolling surf. Far out on the reef the boys are riding their
With whoop and halloo they come racing toward the shore.
Hawaii! land of sugar-cane, coral and waving groves of
Such is the land where to-day the hero of our island-drama
dwells, - where he loves to entertain his friends from the
mainland when they see fit to voyage across the ocean.
He takes them to his Tantalus home -The Flamingo's Nest.
He leads them into the cool courtyard, where they may rest
in huge wicker chairs by the side of the fern-shaded
He stretches himself in another wide wicker-chair, between
the tree-ferns and the bronze pedestal where stands the
statue of the surf-board riders.
And there he chants the charms of island-life in the
Paradise of the Pacific.