The Washington herald., 1915-09-26

ragged round the bleak, rock
bound coast. 1t tossed the sea-
weed into wild festoons of DESC
late dampness and the waves ran every
one larger than its predecessor. How
large the predecessor measured nobody
knew. Nobody was around with a tape
line when it came over the bar.
Anyway a fair young thing who smiled
ingenuously above her haf-yard Of waist
cloth and lotus-wreaths was skipping up
and down the rocks, and wishing her skin
we're white instead Of stale lemon color
when the hero came riding in on twenty
foot tidal wave. From the moment he
gazed into her eyes like chocolate gum
drops he knew his fate. So he gave her a
book Though God knows where he got it,
seeing that he was washed onto the rocks
with no dunnage but his clothes), and let
her drag him under her thatched paternal
roof.
"Sevar, Sevar!" he called her instantly,
though nobody'd introduced him. And
then followed a week Of happiness like
Q dream. He decided he would marry
began to propose a cannon doomed and
he saw U. S. warship Just a mile off
shore All. twas the call of destiny. He
left her, weeping. He watched her tears
through a field glass as he steamed away
on the warship.
This, gentle reader, is a sample of new
type Of literature-"A Tropical 1dyl" type.
It's from the pen of Mrs. Jeanie Eaton.
Mrs Eaton will be remembered as princi-
pal figure in the Eaton murder trial of
two years ago-a defendant to be exact,
she having been indicted on six counts
and charged with administering white
arsenic to her husband, Rear Admiral Jo-
seph Giles Eaton, U. S. n, retired. After
q sensational trial in which her youngest
daughter. Dorothy Ainsworth Eaton, step
daughter of the admiral, materially assist
ed the prosecution by her testimony, the
accused was acquitted, and retired to the
Eaton farm at Assinippi. near Rockland.
Mass. first remarrying her former hus-
band. D. Henry Ainsworth. She dropped
from sight for a while, though during the
trial of Mrs. Florence Carman. charged
with murder at Mneola. L. l., she broke
forth in a long. doleful wall against the
governments manner of handling murder
cases. especially against women.
Now she is going to write. Her first,
entitled, The Love of Maid and the
Love of a Man" is introduced by
sanguine eastern editor, who candidly ex-
plains that while the story may be criti-
cized for lack Of literary finish. it is
possessed of striking underlying theme
and naturally picturesque quality Of
wording; also, says he, it expresses per
fectly Mrs Eaton's love of romance.
THE Love of a Maid and the Love Of a.
Man" starts out as has been indicated.
with a storm in the tropics. Desolate
dampness drips all around: abandoned
grace, dark and dead wastes, and mad.
whirling waters abound. How there's
light enough to see in detail the green CEN
tered blue of each wave isn't made very
clear. But one takes that on faith; the
waves are probably that color when
they're seen.
Appears Sevar. daughter Of the water
laughing at the stranger. whose hand she
holds tight and firm Tight and firm" by
the way, may or may not be an example of
said picturesque wording
Fear not" says her sweet, musical
voice, Il will guide you safely. This way"
and she leads him along the wild, danger
GUS cliff Her eyes dance in mirth at the
Americans evident fright at the mighty
waves. 1t is his first witness of the full
fury of a tropical storm.
Sevar is young and lovely. Also en-
phatically decollete, top and bottom. Her
beautiful sylph-like body springs with
the grace Of fawn from rock to rock.
And the young civil engineer, following
close behind wonders what manner Of
woman or girl this can be who so modest
ly. even in her slight attire, leads him
frankly by the hand out Of the vast and
whirling waters which threaten every In
slant to ingulf them"
Sevar conducts him to her home, where
soft. heavy perfume sleeps the dew-laden
air. Baskets and silks, couches and fire
arms are more or less jumbled together.
Tiny and large tables Of greatest rarity
adorned this great rsDm. Of highly polished
palm with wondrous design and sldll.'' ex-
plains Mrs. Eaton.
Wilson forgot the storm. forgot that he
had been caught In a tidal wave twenty
feet IN height . solid wan of water. that