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"The curtain was rung down temporarily on that romance.  Word was passed that the Turks would search the homes of all the people in Palestine.  So on a dark night, Sohrab gathered together his precious papers, among them the letters of Miss Storch, and buried them in an old trunk at the foot of Mount Carmel.
 
"The curtain was rung down temporarily on that romance.  Word was passed that the Turks would search the homes of all the people in Palestine.  So on a dark night, Sohrab gathered together his precious papers, among them the letters of Miss Storch, and buried them in an old trunk at the foot of Mount Carmel.
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"And then after this long silence, the sun shone again in Sohrab's life with the arrival of General Allenby and his tropps in the Holy City.  'I shall never forget it,' said Sohrab.  'This meant my freedom to travel to my beloved Juanita.'
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"After some parley with the British officials, permission was obtained for Sohrab to travel to the United States.  He wired her when he reached New York that he would travel West to see her.  His letters had paved the way for a happy reunion.
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"'He is the only man I would marry; the only man I could be happy with, for his letters breathe love, not dictation and a superior sense of ownership which spirited women dislike so much in a certain type of man,' said she.
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"They became engaged before Sohrab left Oakland.  Every day following until their marriage in New York, April 28, Sohrab wrote to his bride-to-be.  All his letters, numbering upward of 500, have been treasured by the young woman, who calls them her rosary.
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"And any young woman would want to treasure love letters in which she was addressed as 'My Isle of the Golden Dreams' or 'My Ever Wakeful Blue Sky' and 'My Divine Mystery of Love.'
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"Even such expressive terms as 'Dearest' and 'Darling' and 'Baby' and 'Snookums' sound prosaic and colorless when compared with 'Beautiful Mermaid of the Ocean of Beauty.'
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The Ideal Lover's Christmas Salutation
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"I walk by the shoreless sea of time (so reads one of the love letters received by Miss Storch last Christmas) and wait for argosies of magic sail, when lo in the far distant horizon a light appears and the angels of Heaven sing out: 'She comes, she comes, comes.'
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"I gather courage and enter the labyrinthic caves of the Eternal and from all parts I hear the echoes reverberating through my mind — 'she comes, she comes, comes.'
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"Thus many a road I walked, many a song have I sung with many a company did I mingle and many a garland of thought did I weave, but every one of them proclaimed, 'she comes, she comes, comes.'  With the Lord of my heart I spoke, with the angels of Heaven I conversed, with the saints of God I walked, with the messengers of the Most High I sat and they all gave me the glad tidings — 'she comes, she comes, comes.'
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"In a letter signed 'Thy faithful pilgrim at the shrine of love' and dated a few weeks before the wedding day Ahmad wrote thus to his 'Beautiful Mermaid'
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The Pilgrim's Song of Acceptance
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"The sea of my love for thee has been waving tumultuously at all times, casting on the shore of existence pearls and jewels of priceless value.

Revision as of 21:21, 11 January 2008

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