“No,” he whispered. Was he selfish, wicked, that so great a glow of joy pervaded his whole being? “But, dearest, to be blind all your life, when you might see!”
She lifted her lips and kissed him—kissed the scarred cheek, the beautiful eyes.
“I don’t mind,” she answered. “Why should I, John, when the most beautiful thing in the world is blind?”
“The most beautiful thing?”
A BRAVE WOMAN’S DEVOTION
A WEIRD STORY FULL OF PATHOS SETTING
FORTH THE DEVOTION OF A NATIVE HEROINE
BY A NATIVE HAWAIIAN
Written for Alexander’s Magazine