ZAKALIA KAPULE, MY BELOVED HUSBAND, HAS GONE.
MR. ZAKARIA KAPULE
My dear Solomon Hanohano, Editor of the Nupepa Kuokoa; Aloha oe:–Please allow me some space in your pride for my parcel of tears placed above, and it will be for you to make it known to the four corners of our beloved land, so that the many friends and companions of my of my beloved living from Hawaii until Niihau will see that Mr. Zakalia Kapule has gone to the other side of life; auwe my dear husband!
Without any forwarning that the angel of destruction would appear at our door, at 10:00 o’clock p. m., of Thursday, Mar. 22, last week, Mr. Z. Kapule departed, and my dear one, my husband, the ohana, and many friends are grieving for him with a heavy and sad heart. Auwe for me!
My dear man, Mr. Z. Kapule, was born in Kailua, North Kona, Hawaii, the land of Keawe, in the month of February, 1853; and when he left me and our family and friends, he had spent some 70 years breathing the cool air of this world of hardships.
In his youth, he was educated at the Hawaiian school where he was born, and when he grew older, he moved here to Honolulu and was educated at the Catholic school of Ahuimanu, over there at Koolau. He returned to Honolulu nei after graduating.
While in Honolulu, he joined the Royal Hawaiian Band [Bana Hawaii], during the reign of King Kalakaua, and it was in that occupation he remained until he was released for serving in the Band for a long time, and received a pension from the government of the City and County of Honolulu.
He was a husband who loved his wife and cared for her without complaint. He was full of kindness and was welcoming to his friends and the many who visited our home, and at his passing, he has left a heavy burden for me, his wife, to carry after him, that is grief and aloha. He is my husband and I his wife in the covenant of marriage.
And like the words of the Great Book, a man’s life is like vapour that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away; and for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return, but more than those previous words of our loving Heavenly Father, I hold close the words of Rev. Samuel K. Kamaiopili, the one who joined us in marriage, “You two take each other in holy matrimony, and what the Almighty God joins together, only death will separate you. All that was foretold was carried out.
From me and the family, we send our boundless thanks to the leaders and members of the Hui Poe Imi Pomaikai, for their loving assistance given to me for my beloved husband; and their standing in vigil by the side of companion who has gone away. So too I extend my thanks to the friends of my husband in the band and the many friends who helped to carry my burden. To all of you goes my sincere appreciation from my heart for your floral gifts for my beloved and for joining his last journey to the Catholic cemetery at Koula.
Me, with heavy heart,
MRS. KANE Z. KAPULE,
Kawaiahao & Cummins Street, Kewalo, Honolulu. Mar. 26, 1923.
(Kuokoa, 3/29/1923, p. 4)