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John Beatty realised that as, attired In a stiff shirt, which khv? hlra a sensation of im pending asphyxia, and a suit of eve ning clothes, which made him feel like a waiter, he stood moodily he side the door and watched his fiancee moving among her guests. He had returned from the west af ter % three years' absence. He had gone to make his fortune In the mines, and Molly had said she would he true to him. He had made the for tune and Molly had been true, but Well, this was not the simple, pretty country girl whom he had left three years before. There was Incense In the air, and Beatty liked the Incense of whole some oxygen. There were three poets present John did not mind poets, but these had long, greaay hair and dltry finger-nails. And he positively loathed the black man In the turban, j who was holding forth a rapt and* ; ence ? Molly Included ? upon the mysteries of Yoga, "To attain the Infinite?" be Was say ing with a supercilious smile. "It' la easy, ladles. Concentrate! Concen trate, and repeat without cessation^ the maglo syllable 'Om.' Then breathe in lightly through the left nostril, con centrate all feelings in the center of the spine, and exhale through the al ternate nostril, meanwhile repeating the magic syllable 'Om.' " After that came a lecture upon Eso teric Buddhism, as set forth by the great seer and sage Patanjali. several hundred centuries before Molly had opened her pretty eyes in Binghamp ton, N. Y. After the guesta had gone John Beatty stood facing Molly alone. Ha "Night artid Day, Forever, I Dream of You." * was sick at heart and angry words rose to his lips. "Don't you see, Molly, this isn't real?" he was saying. "It isn't whole' some. That black man ? " "You mean Mr. Ramsammy Chun dra Ghee?" inquired Molly, with omin ous calm. "I do" said Beatty. "I don't like to see you mixed up with a crowd of fakers like those, dear. If he want* to concentrate on the infinite let him do his breathing exercises in some good gymnasium. Why, Molly, there isn't a real man or woman among all that crowd. You seem to ? have changed ? " "Yes, I have changed, John," an swered Molly. "I have found myself. And you haven't changed. You have loBt yourself in the whirl of worldly interests. It isn't any use, John. We could never be happy together, I want to live in the soul, to have my spiritual freedom. We could hover be happy together." " "You want to break our engage ment?" asked Beatty coldly. She looked at him, half in terror. In the Btrong lineaments of his face she remembered the man who had won her love, of whom . she had , dreamed during the first of those three years that had elapsed , since their passionate farewell ? before she., had fallen into the ways and habits of her new friends. She put out her hands. "John ? " she breathed. John clasped her in his arms. "God bless you, Molly," he said "But it isn't any use. Only if you grow tired ? if you want me at any time, anywhere, you'll let me know, won't you?" Then he was gone, and Molly was alone in the incense-scented room with the Idol of Buddha in one corner and the Japanese screen in the other, and the barbaric, Oriental couch cover and Turkish pillows find #11 tho other paraphernalia of the mlse-eivscjBne. Her thoughts went back to those first days when she had come to New York. She had met John in a com monplace boarding house, where there wmh no ltamsaramy Ghee and nobody lm?1 heard of Buddha, and they ato st't-ak smothered In onions and h.-.athod through both nostrilH Hanebusly and never thought of i." spines. And yet .those had been ? * v?f perfect happiness. Now? A Tin* at VJie ball arouaed hsr from her reverie. She glanced at the clock. It was nearly midnight. Who oould want bar at auoh an bourT Perhapa It waa John! Her face hardened. Her waveripg mood impelled her thought* to bltterneaa. She would ?epdshim about his business; She opened the door. The ludlan waa standing upon tha threehold. At the eight of him her tape aoftened. "You left something, Mr. Kam lammy Ghee?" she aaked. Hamuuinrny entered after her and eloaed the door behind him. He turned toward her and held out his arma. "Yea," he whispered hoarsely. "1 left you, my moonllower, my perfect pearl. I could not go home until I had told you that I love you. Night and day, forever 1 dream of you. With you beside tue I would seat myself up* on my peacbck throne' in my own land and dream away blissful hours, lm-4 mersed In the creative principle of the sixth sphere, my bride, my seraph." Molly recoiled in horror. She had always associated Kamsammy with unearthly detachment and philosophic serenity, with the mystio Om and all that it denoted. And here he waa talking' like ? a lover? No, like a drunkard. There was a quite unmls takablo smell upon his breath, and all at once she understood why Ramsammy waa so very partial to In cense. "Will you come with me and be my bride, lotos-flower?" inquired the black man eagerly. And without waiting for the lotos-flower to answer ha clasped her in hie arms. And Molly, over come with aversion, screamed aa vul garly as any ordinary maiden, "Oh, I hate you! Go away!" ahe cried. "John! John!" The answer was immediate. With a crash the door came off its hinges, and Mr. John Beatty stood in the en- J trance. His stocky figure, in evening dress, the total absence of anything esthetic or esoteric, had never seemed more welcome. With a leap he was upon the black man, and before he quite knew what had occurred Ramsammy was recelv- 1 ing a long deferred and long needed trouncing. John Beatty did not strike too hard. He propelled the black man toward the door with a series of well-directed kicks, got him Into the passage, thrust him into the street, and, with a parting hoist, de posited him upon the sidewalk. Then he turned back into the apartment. Molly was weeping pitifully as sh& crouched on the Turkish lounge. "I ? I saw that black skunk turn back, Molly, and I suspected some thing," John explained. "So I waited outside to make sure that It was all right. You aren't angry with me, dear?" ? , ~ - "Angry, John?" she answered, look ing up. "Oh, John, can you ever for give me?" John sat down beside her and took her hand in his. "Mo#y, dear," he said, "I guess you didn't understand ? that's all. When a man's knocked about the world ho somehow feelB things. I knew that fel low was a cur, nnd yet I couldn't put It into words. Molly, if you'll marry me, you shall have a different poet every night to supper, as long as his hands are clean. But'I guess we'll let Ramsammy do his breathing stunts elsewhere. What do you say?" ? "All right, John," answered Molly. (Copyright. 1913, by W. G. Chapman.) Dowdy and Unsympathetic. -Broadly speaking," declares a ptomlnent English woman, "New York wumen are, dowdy. Limply hanging skirts and badly fitting coats are as common as blackberries among the poorer sections, while the taste of the wealthier women often ie excrable. Freak fashions from which a French woman would recoil In horror are ac cepted with complacency by the moneyed matrons of New York. Here <tnd there In the mad medley of color one sees an example of exquisite taste; and It is these rare exceptions, no douot, which have given the American wouian the reputation she possesses for smartnese and chic. ? "'When a New York woman Is beau* tlfnl she Is very beautiful, but she lacks poetry and sympathy. She has not suffered enough. There is no sug gestion of softness or subtlety about her. Her lips are too thin and her eyee too hard." Convivial Clerk. Rev. H. P. Ditch field tells in -the June Treasury some more stories about parish clerks. His' own little church at Barkham was many years ago the scene of a deplorable episode. It was not unknown that the clerk on occasions used to patronize the village Inn, which was kept by a parish wor thy, Mrs. Collyer. One Sunday; after noon, when the weather was warm, and the sermon long, the clerk slept and dreamed. He Imagined himself the center of an admiring company at tho village Inn. Hence, when the ser mon was ended and the ascription said, and he was expected to utter a loud and sonorous "Amen," he startled the congregation by shouting "Fill 'em again, Mrs. Collyer; flU 'em again." Tho congregation naturally was Bomo what scandalized. ? Westminster Ga zette. An Afterthought. "I have JUst been reading another list of rules for living a hundred years." "Stuff and nonsense!" "Maybe you are rignt. 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