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The South Sea Romance of the Rev, Winthrop Stark, the Beautiful Zara, Daughter of King Majah of Kolpee, — and the Black Typhoon.
Zara was modeled in Amazonian fashion, with limbs as free as the air she breathed exultantly, skin deeper than wild olives, eyes like great jewels, hair a thick halo of shameless bronze . . . a magnificent creature
NTHKOP Stark was sent to in the South Seas to convey to the natives there the word of God. He embarked for the atmospheric journey with the fire of tlie true and zealous missionary burning in his heart a
lambent light. He felt only a vast pity for the dark bodies and the darker souls of the blindfolded creatures he had been enjoined to help. He hoped for converts, nothing more.
When he came back at last he realized a great many things apart entirely from the Word of God that he had never realized before, having been born and bred in New England with all and quite a little bit more than that implies, and having, chronologically and in due sequence, fallen in love with a New England girl. Ele learnt, for example, that while the Word of God may differ from land to land and from sea to sea, a woman’s heart is a woman’s heart, be it bared and barbed on the shores of remotest Lapland or among the tropics, where there is no light save only the light of the sun. He learnt that the stuffs of tragedy are mixed with the same ingredients there as in the stark, prim New England village wherein he had had his early training. Blood and love and death . . . death and blood and love . . . the woof and warp of the minor chord of the crucified human heart. He learnt that a woman’s love is a woman’s love . . . but we run ahead . . .
He landed in Kolpee after a journey upon a sea as sweeping as the wings of a mammoth bird, and as blue, or still bluer, than the eyes of the New England lass he had left with his modest diamond upon her symbolistical finger. He arrived at night, just after the moon, tremendous and richer than honey, was riding a low, thick sky. There were queer murmurs about, strange scents and sounds, impending things. Now and again the gleaming dark body of a native would slide from some underbrush. A javelin would gleam whiter than the gleams of the javelin moon. Laughter would sound, uncouthly. Love would sound, also uncouthly. There seemed to Winthrop Stark to be a mighty lack of reticence, even in the blackness. Grown-up children, he mused, who had forgot to hide their brazenry of childhood. Men and women ... in the dark . . .
The next morning Winthrop Stark walked slowly along the coast-line. Afar down he could see the naked pearl divers preparing for their work. The women back in the village were hammering at their meal. Children shouted and ran crazily into the sea. Now and then there would be a cry of “Shark !’’ Winthrop Stark moved slowly. His bishop had told him to take his time with these people.
“Come upon them slowly, my son,’’ he had said.
“Dawn upon them, as it were. Live among them simply and unostentatiously that
“A WOMAN THERE
WAS”
Narrated by permission from the
scenario of Adrian
Johnson, based on Neje Hopkins’
story. Produced by
William Eox, starring Theda Bara.
Directed by J. Gor
don Edwards : The cast :
Zara
Rev. Winthrop Stark
William B. Davidson
Pulke
High Priest
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