Watsonville High School - Manzanita Yearbook (Watsonville, CA)

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ffiaarw ULA, daughter of Omm, high priestess of the lsle of Sumba. give ,to thee as a token of my undying affection this flower. The speaker was a woman. Tall and straight she stood under the canopy of a large palm. The beams of a tropical moon sifted through the branches of the tree and touched her unbound hair which fell in loose wavelets to her waist, until it seemed as though her face were surrounded with a mass of living gold. From her shoulders fell a simple white gown, that reached almost to her feet, which were shod in plain white sandals. Catching the garment on either shoulder were two large golden clasps set with immense blood-red stones. On her ankles and arms she wore circlets of beaten silver. Her tapering white fingers were heavy with precious metals and gems carved in queer figures and shapes. In one slender out- stretched hand she held a single flower of four heart-shaped petals, crimson- red and of an exotic brilliance. Her voice was low and sweet, like the murmur of waters, or the tinkle of temple bells. Standing in front of her. his back against the bole of the tree, was a man. He was almost a head taller than the girl. From a broad forehead his hair swept back in crisp brown waves: only at the temples were tiny touches of grey. He was clad in tan riding breeches. leather boots, and a thin silk shirt. His clean-shaven skin was tanned. Around his eyes were tiny wrinkles which exposure to wind and storm had left there. His eyes were bent upon the woman with an expression akin to worship: yet in their steady greyness lingered an emotion of infinite sorrow and sadness. Slowly and in silence he clasped the small white hand in his large brown one. They stood thus for a moment: then, with a sigh that was nearly a sob she turned and fled like a pale wraith down the silvery beach. The man stood staring after her as though he saw in her going the fall of some inevitable tragedy upon the happiness of his life. Tragedy it was, which had changed Kay Thornston from a happy-go-lucky adventurer into a man who knew to the last bitter dregs the sorrow held in the cup of life. Twenty days before. Kay had come to the island in a swift slender yacht. sailed by men who knew the sea as the wild beasts know their native haunts. In this ship Kay had sailed the earth around. met many queer situ- ations and ridden anchor in many strange parts. At last he had come to this island of the South Seas, a paradise on earth. It was covered with a heavy tropical growth, which was brilliant green, and bright with plumage of gaudy birds and the bloom of flowers. There was one village of natives who inhabited the island. ln coloring these people were very differ- ent from any natives Kay had ever before seen. They were blond, with blue eyes and fair complexions. Some scientists, who at one time had visited the island, had it that years before a lovely ship had dashed upon the island in a great storm. and cast upon it a cargo of pilgrims who were seeking homes in those new lands, the Americas. In the simple tenets of their religion, their belief in a single God. and their laws and customs. Kay found much to remind him of the simple faith of the first white men who came to the new world. From the first day on the island Kay had been charmed by the be- witching beauty of everything about him. The natives had been friendly and hospitable from the beginning. Page Twentu -eight