THE GARDEN The Heaven of the Orient! It was a week since Stella had penned those words, and still the charm held her, the wonder grew.

Never in her life had she dreamed of a land so perfect, so subtly alluring, so overwhelmingly full of enchantment.

Day after day slipped by in what seemed an endless succession.

Night followed magic night, and the spell wound closer and ever closer about her.

She sometimes felt as if her very individuality were being absorbed into the marvellous beauty about her, as if she had been crystallized by it and must soon cease to be in any sense a being apart from it.
The siren-music of the torrent that dashed below their camping-ground filled her brain day and night.