Idaho County free press., 1924-07-31
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When They Found
Love
By JUSTIN WENTWoop
q. Isas. Western N.w.p,D,r r,n,0,

4 n
'hE Man heard the party laugt
ing through the palmetto trees an,
s~ore. In the nine months that h
nau resided on the quay he had been /,
he was no misanthrope, only
writer He was writing a wohderfu
pook, a book which contained all IN,
Deauty IN all the world. In a year
when 1t was finished, he was goIns
pacK 10 the world of men.
|. 10 write this book he needad on,,
TWO thlngs-love and solitude. As
yer the love had not come to him. and
80 the book was incomplete; but he
hao the solitude of the waves and
starry nights. In the palmetto-w wood
caDin that he had built. He w.s
very happy there, two miles across
'he waters from the Gulf settlement.
:, linen the party came to camp ON
ehe island and picnic there. 1t was a
company OF stroIling players, whose
'ent was set up on the sands near the
motel opposite. They were very hapnv
merry, rather intoxicated by the warm
sunlight and perhaps something
stronger.
Oeiia, the ingenue, wandered away
from them. She had suddenly lost her
happiness. She remembered DAYS
When her ambitions had scared high
days. too, when she had dreamed Of
home and wifehood. Now this ex-
oic,' rowing life had suddenly begun
to pail on her. af
= Then. face to face among the nal.
mettos, she saw the Man.
The Man and she looked at each
other. -a faaa
Are you faunr asked Della.
no, a poor writer"
Writing a bookf Tell me- about tn
He told her. and all the beauty Of
the beck was In his voice and face as
he spoke of 1t.
a"And you live here aloneY.
TIN the beck Is completed. I must
have solitude and-n et{
t'And7. .
Love" he said, with laugh. But
that hasn't come yet" si-
= WIN 1t come, ManT
Does 1t ever comeT
Sometimes think 1t doesn't, that
It's mirage, wonderful vision Of
something that exists only In heaven"
but heaven sometimes comes to
earth,' said the man.
He was looking into her eyes, and |
Della knew that love had come for
them. But how long would 1t lasts |,
No matter-it was love. and this was
their Eden In which they strolled to
and fro, forgetful of time, of every
thing except that vision.
Tell me about yourself"
Della told him. And all the long
lngs of her heart, never revealed even
to herself. were In her voice, In thar
Hours must have passed
before she started at the sound of her
friends calling her. 81
"Good-by, Man." she said. II shall
always remember our talk here. II
vas good to have tarried with friend,
sven though we never meet again. 1t
will send me into the world again bet
er equipped 10 Hgnr-
'sIt has given me what I needed"
laid the Man. Nov I shall finish
ny book" H
She turned from him.
"Stay!" said the Man, bending over
Ter. .aD @lt
But Della was gone, running down
o the shore, where her friends were
earching. calling for her.
They rallied her on the way home.
Where had she been! Why did she
ook like that1 Della was silent.
'ut In the tent that night she acted
3 never before. Some inhibition had
roken In her, something that had held
er down through all those years of
truggle. TE
She knew now that the most price
,ss gift of life had been vouchsafed
, her, and that never again would
ne know doubt or loneliness.
Frantic applause followed the fall
lg of the curtain. Della, standing
one outside the tent, heard her name
illed unanimously.
Over her were the tropic stars, on IL
Ie shingle boat was drawn up. And
the boat sat the Man.
Gomez said the Man.
He stood in the moonbeams, hold
g out his arms toward her. "Come!"
e heard him whisper.
Within the tent the shouting was in
easing. And suddenly it all seemed
symbol to heron the one side that
ccess which she knew now was hers
last; on the other the gift of love.
"Come! !" said the man.
The boat dwindled to distant speck
ON the water. In it sat two persons.
contented. They had