Adam's Wife 



MAN is like a forest lake. He reflects the 

 sky above him, the clouds that pass over 

 him, the trees which grow along his 

 shores. He dimples in the rain, ripples in the 

 wind, is somber in the darkness, sparkling in the 

 light, placid in the calm, and angry in the storm. 

 While woman is also a reflector, often the man 

 both bounds and fills her horizon, so that she is 

 but a re-reflection; a re-echo, diminished and soft- 

 ened. Adam's wife was not made for herself, but 

 for the solace of Adam — so runs the Hebrew 

 legend. Eve never was a little girl; had no 

 mother, brother, sister, or father — was simply made 

 and married out of hand. As a child, though of 

 woman's stature, she was trustful, as a woman she 

 was confiding and easily influenced by a stronger 

 nature. She did not know much, not even so much 

 as a knowledge of the difference between good and 

 evil. This newly made child-woman was placed in 

 the near vicinity of a very beautiful fruit tree, the 

 tree of wisdom and of knowledge, the fruit of which 

 the author of the Proverbs extols in endless repe- 

 titions and variations. As most temptingly dis- 

 played before the eyes of the child-wife, it was 

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