Johnston, weary, hungry, and thirsty from the endless hike, crawled up the summit of Mount Pulag—all for the young love awaiting his return.
She’d come into his life so late. In his mid-fifties, he suffered from frequent asthma and heart attacks. Drinking water from a magical well at the summit, they said, could bring back his vigorous youth.
There, the exhausted Johnston downed a mouthful of water from the fabled well. Sure enough, magic worked: his face and limbs glowed.
But then he dropped to the ground, gripping his chest, gasping for breath.
Johnston died an irresistibly handsome young man.