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"Yes," whispered hoarsely. "I
left you, my moonflower, my perfect
pearl. I could not go home until I
had told you that I love you. Night
and day, forever I dream of you.
With you beside me I would seat my
self upon my peacock throne in my
own land and dream away blissful
hours, immersed in the creative prin
ciple of the sixth sphere, my bride,
Molly recoiled in horror. She had
always associated Ramsammy with
unearthly detachment and philosoph
ic serenity, with the mystic Om and
all thatit denoted. And here he was
talking like a lover? No, like a
drunkard. There was a quite unmis
takable smell upon his breath, and
all at once she understood why Ram
sammy was so very partial to incense.
"Will you come with me and be my
bride, lotus-flower?" inquired the
black man eagerly. Arid, without
waiting for the lotus-flower to answer
he clasped her in his arms. And
Molly, overcome with' aversion,
screamed as vulgarly as any ordinary
"Oh, I hate you! Go away!" she
cried. "John! John!"
The answer was immediate. With
a crash the door came off its hinges,
and Mr. John Beattystood in the en
trance. His stock figure, in evening
dress, the total absence of anything
esthetic or esoteric, had never seem
ed more welcome.
With a leap he was upon the black
man and before he quite knew what
had occurred Ramsammy was receiv
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 she
crouched on the Turkish lounge.
I I saw that black skunk turn
back, Molly, and I suspected sorue-
She looked at him. half in terror.
In the strong lineaments of his face
fehe remeihbered 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
' "John " she breathed.
John clasped her in his arms.
-."God bless you, Molly," she 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,
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 and all the
other paraphernalia of the mise-en-
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 was no Ramsammy Ghee and
nobody had heard of Buddha and
they ate' steak smothered in onions
and breathed through both nostrils
simultaneously and never thought of
their spines. And yet those had been
days of perfect happiness. Now
A ring at the bell aroused her from
her reverie. She glanced at the clock.
It was nearly midnight. Who could
want her at such an hour? Perhaps
it was John! Her face hardened.
Her wavering mood impelled her
thoughts to bitterness. She would
send him about his business. She
opened the door.
The Indian was standing upon the
threshold. At the sight of him her
"You left something, Mr. Ram
sammy Ghee?" she asked.
Ramsammy entered after her and
Oldsed the door behind him. He turn
fed" toward her and held out his arms.