Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1909-07-02
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Paradise
BY katherin Jarvoe.

Il was a case of love at first sight
She was slender and delicate, with al
exquisite, appealing beauty. He was
big and strong and lusty.
They met at the seasnore, and, in
the privacy created by a crowd, their
intimacy grew apace She knew be
fore she had spoken to him at all
that she loved him. AS soon as he
touched her hand he knew that she
was the only girl he ever could love.
The gossips smiled and nodded,
whispering behind open fans as Cos
sips will The first interview lasted
only an hour, but it ended down be-
hind the overturned boat that lies at
the foot of the cliff and the boat
screened his first kiss.
All through the evening, far into the
night, that kiss hung as veil between
him and the rest of the world
As for her, she remembered him in
her prayers that night. Please. dear
God, bless Jacki For he was Jack to
her, Jack and only Jack. and it seemed
to her that in asking God to bless him.
she was asking for a blessing for her
entire world.
The next morning they met as old
acquaintances meet-no, as lovers
meet-and straightway they entered
into Paradise. They were the first
two. They were the only two. The
day heightened, the shadows grew and
with the shadows came the angel
with the flaming sword.
To the two there appeared a stran-
ger. a stranger who attracted his at
tention from that first love of his She
stood aloof from them for moment,
then begged some trifing aid from
him, then led him far away, down the
beach, long, long distance from the
overturned boat
When he returned there was no radi-
ant Eve awaiting him in the garden
Had he dallied too long? Had she
grown tired of waiting? Had she
thought him faithless? The sands
about the boat were empty, desolatei
The gates of Paradise were closed. A
gray sea-fog held all the world.
He waited while the night closed in
about him, but he saw no glimpse of
her, he heard no sound of her In the !
early morning, he sought her, first by
the overturned boat where the Garden |
of Eden had so lately flourished. then !
up and down all the long length of the
beach. But his search was vain.
AT last he found her, though, sitting |
on the sand sheltered by a circle of |
those silly, whispering gossips There
could be no speech with her under
heir watching eeys, near their listen
ng ears. She would not raise her
eyes to his, although he felt in every
luivering nerve that she knew that he
was near
One by one the gossips drifted away.
We're they being kind to him or only
lind to love?
With downcast eyes and fingers alb
orbed in her work, she sat alone, too
'roud to fly from MIN.
His heart at his finger-tips, ready to
ay at her feet, he approached her
oftly.
"Dosia," he whispered, but she did ..
ot even raise her eyes.
'Dosia, Dosia, pleased" he implored, {
nd still her eyelids did not culver.
''Dosia, Dosia, won't you speak to :
lie? Don't you know me?"
He was PROSTATE at her feet, and 3
ow she raised her eyes, her eyes that
ad been blue and soft as the sky at 4
Don, but now were cold as steel, from 4
lem shot the CLEANS that the de- 4
ION of jealousy had stolen from the 4
ngel's flaming sword. 4
4? l know you? Yes. | know just .
no and what you are Her voice .
as ironical.
They were the only words she (
,oke. Again with downcast eyes she
ent on with her work But he knew
lat the end of ali things had come =
Id he strobe away to face future as
ng and as empty and as cold as j
ernity. b
After a long time, though, he, too, a
und consolation in work, in kind of c
0rk that enabled him to forget even n
We. He built high sand fort with
wer that might reach even TO the /,
ars. And her work? 1t was deep, =
ep tunnel under the sand. For he a
was only five years old and she was Ie
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