“Kealoha,” he said, “couldn’t you learn to love me?”
She shook her head.
“Do you love Kea?”
“Yes,” she said softly.
“Then, Kealoha, I am not the man to cross the love path of another man.” He was silent for a moment then he continued: “I love you as I have never loved before. You say you love your father. For your sake, dear heart, I’ll not betray him. Go, tell your father that I have given my permission for you to marry Kea tonight. Go.”
Kealoha threw her head upon his shoulder and sobbed out her thanks. Then raising her pretty face to his, she pressed a kiss on his lips and left him to himself.
A MODERN
EVANGELINE
A MODERN EVANGELINE
he sun was sinking behind the purple hills in a little village in Madeira as a tall, swarthy Portuguese hurried to his little home.