...It was the tallest palm on the shore, its trunk rising ninety feet above the ground... and with the swaying of the tangled fronds there rang out the notes of a bell, even in its strokes, never ceasing except when the wind was still.
...And the young woman who lived in the house next to the palm would grow very anxious whenever the wind fell still and the ringing of the bell in the palm was cut off, at times when her husband was far away...
Her husband, "Dick Kennedy," was fishing from a boat two miles out over the shallow water... on his head a threadbare hat, its color faded... his legs bare, and clothes on his back the like of which no white man had ever worn...
The strokes of the bell would reach his ear, and his face would light up and gladness spread across his brow; contented satisfaction and happiness would show, rippling with the sun's rays over his strong face.
He pulls in the line, and there on it is a valuable fish...
"Dick" runs his fingers over it to learn what kind it is... for "Dick Kennedy" was blind...
...The sound of the bell still ripples in the distance... and there passes through his mind what his beloved wife "Ella" said to him the day she hung this bell in the palm:
"So that we never lose our way, Richard."
Ella... she was always waiting for him... he would always find her there, waiting for him under the bell while he followed its ringing, and he would throw himself into her arms.
"Dick" believed that "Ella"