Bisbee daily review., 1908-05-02
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 Surely the world has grown young again with the rising sun"
 "The world is more fortunate than we. for it grows young each day, while we become older"
 He smiled, such fascinating smile as she. country girl that she was, had never seen before, motioning to seat on great rock.
 There is a dawn which comes to some that makes the old young again. It washes clean the slate of life, brings those who understand into paradise, of perhaps but a day, but that day is worth a lifetime"
 The blood surged in her veins. but she asked wonderingly:
 What is that dawn?"
 "The dawn of love-" he replied promptly, his eyes seeking hers.
 Once more the blood throbbed in the girls veins, and ran madly to the roots of her hair, while he asked, half mock ingly:
 Has that dawn come to you?"
 She shook her head, whispering:
 T want to see it"
 Do you? It is a lovely sight and experience. I would like to see your face soften and grow beautiful under it's magic light" he continued, laying his white hand upon the brown one of the girl. 'T will tell you of one. Imagine a lovely face, crowned with golden hair"
 She was delighted that her hair was golden.
 "A broad, low brow, beneath which are set like twin stars eyes of violet hue, heavily fringed with black lashes. Imagine me gazing into those eyes" here his arm stole about her waist, until can see the soul hiding there"
 The black lashes dropped over the violet eyes until they were hidden.
 Imagine" went on the deep, fascin- ating voice of the speaker, my glance calling into being glorious blush like the suns Illuminating rays, and my drawing to my shoulder the little head of gold until the moments shyness passed. Then. just as felt that the rays my heart had sent out were pene- trating the cold mists of maiden inno- cence and ignorance of the magical noontide of love, I would lift the dim pied chin and press my lips upon the dewy ones, so close to my own, then, darling, do you think you could ina zine dawn of love?"
 His ardent kisses left but little to the imagination. Her heart beat mad ly, her eyes flashed, for she under stood, this girl of sixteen, the mystery of love.
 T could keep Oh kissing you for ever" the man whispered.
 T am willing" was her half-laugh- ing reply, and like two children, hand in hand, they wandered away into the adjoining woods and, sitting on the soft grass. they joined with the birds and wild flowers in perfect enjoyment of the wonderful day.
 Above them the birds sung; the water of brook rippled and the sun smiled down upon them. Their love
 
 natural. They, the one man and the one woman in all the world. The lives they had lived prior to this day seemed dreams, already forgotten. Again and again she whispered:
 T want to know another life, will never go back" and he held her closer in his arms and would not think ahead, but stilled the scarlet lips with mad kisses.
 It was a day she felt was worth @ lifetime of suffering. To have once reached the apex of happiness, though it last but for the day, was worth an eternity of sober living. Yet, when the twilight came, the birds ceased sing ing, the waters no longer rippled, but surged angrily towards the falls, for he left her.
 The mans farewell was so like him and his sex. She knew it, with the knowledge which had come of this day of love.
 My precious one, good-by. I'm cruel, but I must leave you. I can never come back. so tell me if have made you happy"
 More so than ever thought possi- ble, and you?"
 You have given me a day in para disc" he returned, kissing her again.
 Some might marry you, but will not Out of all the days of my life I have had one perfect one, and I will not destroy 1t by marriage"
 You need not,'s she whispered in return. q am willing to pay the price. You have compressed within this day all that life can ever give" and she smiled an unearthly smile, so sweet, so tender was it.
 For long time after he was gone she lay upon the ground until she had absorbed all she knew and felt, then, with that same strangely sweet look in her eyes, she slowly mounted the bridge. Her day had been short, but so happy that she dared not lose one second of it by living another. With | all of her wonderful memories. she must leave the past behind her. Smii ing, looking like some silver goddess in the moonlight, she folded her hands upon her breast and, with his name upon her lips, she fell forward and was borne away by the rushing va terra
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