The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1905-06-01

sole the property twice over
rambling ruin, surrounded by para
disc in the Italian style. with terraced
gardens and fight of stone steps,
the bowers over which the roses threw
their long caressing arms; place
sun-ffooded by day. but at night dim
shadowland inhabited by spirits that
few about in the guise of strange, mis-
shapeu birds-a garden full of incon-
gruities, for right in the heart of 1t
was planted an orchard.
Fate must have looked on. smiling
grimIy al the jest, when both proprie-
tors arrived simu Itaneously at the vii
lage inn. full of the intention of restor-
ing their newly-aequired property.
He had caught glimpse of the lady
1.-THE widow of rich landowner the
morning after his arrival. and from
the first moment his artist soul had
fallen worshiping before the flame of
her red hair.
But her first glimpse of him had been
in the garden when he came across her
standing beneath the apple tree, one
arm outstretched to pluck the rosy
fruit which from time in1memo rial
had held an attraction for her sex
The glorious head, devoid of cover
ing was thrown back; one long, rich
strand of hair had flown like thin
fame across the dim purple of her
cotton gown. 1t was a picture to In
toxicate and calcula ted to turn. a
steadier head than the one upon his
youthful shoulders. He came towards
her. greeting in every gesture of his
he I'd
that described the stiffness of the gar
den was Eve" It came thrilling
through space. it arrested her atten-
ton and held her captive to him in
establishment. How did this stranger
know her name?
In her surprise she half responded
to it, but convention raised its head,
serpent-Iike. and her shadow-gray eyes
flashed green with wonder and indig-
nation that a stranger should dare to
intrude upon her privacy and address
her in this familiar way.
He saw the look and grasped the
situation. Quickly the explanation
came:
"A garden-and a woman-the APP
pies helped to heighten the picture
hence the exclamation"
A smile quivered on her lips He
could have sworn he caught lurking
merrimept in those eyes: but again
the serpent asserted itself.
81 prefer my Eden Adamless," she
said, sweeping past him, with never
so much as a backward glance.
He merely repeated the final syllable
of his new-found name, maybe by way
of not forgetting it.
On the morrow they met again.
This time by the old white wall that
faced the south, covered, vine-like,
with tomato foliage.
Apples again. Apples of love- he
said by way of greeting, as he pointed
to. the half-ripe fruit that nestled hid
ing in its wall of leaves.
She cast 8 curious glance at them,
smiling at his use of the homely name.
Green as yet was the somewhat
chilly comment as she gathered up her
purple gown.
"Ah, but they will ripen. All they
want is time" he called after her.
On the third day she discovered him
with earth-stained hands busy in the
garden She stood a while unperceived,
a critical spectator Youth sat lightly
upon him. strength manifested itself
in every movement; the whole was
pleasing even TO her fastidious soul
She forgot TO resent the easy assur-
anee that even while it piqued her at
tracted her.
Curiosity struggled with convention
alitv. The woman in her encouraged
the former, so that it's victory was an
easy one.
The serpent hid its bruised head and
sIumbered. Then:
Are you the gardener she inter
rogated.
He scarcely noticed the insolence of
the query: all he was conscious of was
Eve had come, the garden suddenly
was gIorifed.
Adam delving amongst the soil" he
quoted, finging his tool aside and
sinking on the grass at her feet.
The aptness OF the quotation pleased
her; his audacity disarmed her; she
felt as if she were standing on the
brink of the precipiee called Excite
ment. The serpent slept.
LET it sleep on" said Eve. with
youth racing through her veins. After
all NlIdt IL tIIt EOOsL VI oCAiiS III I-ttCAA
If one does not taste the sweetness of
forbidden fruit?
The bank was a tempting resting
place; hunting in the orchard and by
the south wall had been firing work.
She sank with all the gracefulness OF
a tall woman on the grass and let her
gaze wander lazily across the garden;
his view was not nearly so far-reaeh-
ing. The oval of her colnrless face,
with its flaming halo against the
background of autumn-kissed leares,
was a picture enough for any man.
You love the garden" she hazard
ed. bringing her wandering gaze back
to him.
And everything in it, was his sup
plemented answer. as he made a men
tai note that creamy skins blush near
err perfection than any other COM
plexion can
II love its privacy" she commented,
pointedly-
And its trespassers-'