Hopeless and forlorn, Scarlett stowed away on a schooner out for Hong Kong. But she was discovered, cursed for a Jonah, and set ashore on a cannibal isle in the South Seas.
It was a blessing in disguise. The natives mistook her for a goddess. They were used to bad weather, and did not attribute the altered climate to Scarlett.
So they garlanded her with leis and made her their queen.
And she rained happily ever after.
by J. HARVEY HAGGARD
Would you stroll with me, my loved one
'Neath the pale Venusian Moon,
Where its misty orb goes drifting,
Waning, darling, all too soon?
Would you gaze into the rainbow
Where the lunar moonbeams play,
Could it be you'd softly answer
"Yes, for all those things I pray?"
If it's so, my darling, kick me,
For I'd surely be a ninny,
Making love by Venus moonlight—
When—you see—there isn't any!