Ralph Stock

“ Garnet shrank from the ordeal with the repugnance of a deeply sympathetic nature.
What a deal of unnecessary suffering there was in the world, he mused. We trampled through life, crushing the hope and happiness of others like insects under foot. It was all an accident, of course, but the result was the same. We passed on our way unconscious murderers. Yet there were some in this whirlwind of a world who took time to notice and to think, and suffered in consequence. Garnet told himself that he was one of these. He sighed.
Whereupon Felisi, who had finished the mango harvest, looked up. ”

“ And what was more, a white man of an entirely new pattern—sparse as to hair at the temples, almost blind to judge by the size of tortoise-shell rimmed sun-glasses that he wore, thoughtful of countenance, and content to sit in a cane chair under a mango tree for longer than Felisi had ever seen a white man sit in any one place. ”

“ It was its mother, though, that attracted Garnet's attention. Her head, though he could only see the back of it, was vaguely familiar. He looked again, and saw Felisi of Luana.
Before the gangway was out her husband, a bronze giant with a grin that threatened to interfere with his ears, had bounded onto the wharf and taken possession. He examined his wife, and she smiled radiantly; he examined her precious bundle, and she laughed ecstatically.
This, then, was the nature of Felisi's "trouble." Garnet smiled as he turned to meet his own. ”