The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1905-02-05

Inc New York RJrl Is occult, winch u
very different from being analytical OF
poetical and Is moro interesting, because
lotus flowers are artistic and II you can
control your destiny IL dmplifes life
To read about tho zodiac by candle II
y bronze lotus stiolf Ia much simpler thar
talking Henry James or quoting Shaw
Shaw may only require good memory
but James ls a nerve strain.
And besides lotus pink Ia tho rage. anc
very becoming, and eIpensivei so, FOR q
variety OF reasons, astrology Is having 0
vogue.
A destiny that couldn't be expressed In
a new color scheme would soon lose pres tige
with the New York girl, but to be occult In
lotus gown, in Nile green room, with
troop Of sage bronze elephants on
bookcase. and the insorutable smile OF a
stone Buddha resting upon her fairness
Ii really TO enjoy the old esoterio science
OF the East, at least for a season.
She does not go to just one famous as
trologer, discover the stars that master
her destiny, study their ways, and be wise
She has collection OF horoscopes and
compares notes and Yields together for
her guidance the prophecies which best
please her.
She has her palms read by gypsles In
Brooklyn, and her future revealed by a
negro woman In basement OF narrow
side street. and her horoscope written
by a woman in a mystical green chamber
In fashionable quarter.
The New York girl did not really originate
this fad It was started by the Duchess
OF Marlborough over in London. Then
followed the fad for afternoon tea and a
reading a. q souvenir. or palmist luncheon,
or an evening with the stars, until now not
10 know your horoscope is to argue your
self unknown
There II one almost fatal drawback TO
the enj oyment ofastrology. In the centre OF
the wheel Of destiny must be revealed the
New York girls age-not the age she looks,
or that her lovers see her. or her lamplight
ago, but the cold, unfeellng date Of her
birth.
1t isn't that she minds the astrologer's
knowing. but who knows who will come in
neIt?-and some girls would DO just mean
enough to read il on the table. She her
self couldn't help seeing Marguerite's ago
when she called at the astrologer's she had
always known Marguerite was more than
70 anyway. 30 that didn't matter, except
that she does hate deception. But some
one mi ght In the same way discover hers
That date Is one fly In the ointment. but
a fad Ia greater than mere personal consd-
eratons, and the New York girl prides
herself on her courage In emergency
She first tested fate with the famous
astrologer. with whom, while the fad lasts
appointments must be made weeke in adj
vance. and kept, too, or you may not be
received again. While she waited in the
beautiful cutter room, softly lighted, mystic
rious in color and decoration, fitting ante
chamber for the room Of destiny, with
shrouqing OF delicate green. like the tone
OF deep forest, with wide open spaces
about the ground. she recognized the great
beauty Of the subdued ooloring and the
marvellous decorative quality OF the lotus
bud, flower, leaf and stem.
As she stuC led the room delightedly she
discovered this one design repeated again
and again in wood, bronze, painting and
draperiss And with the lotus were herds
Of elephants and the smiling Buddfa in
stone. wood, bronze. Ivory and crystal.
Truly room for q seer, for a slender yelled
prophetees
The girl studied the room carefully. II
was 70 suggest color schemes for several
days 70 come.
The woodwork was all dull black. or brown
ish black and carved beautifully. 1t was
OF teakwood, ebony and kari wood The
nm of the table was q deep Jungle Of wild
elephants. the back OF the strni ght-back
chair a whirl OF lotus flowers as though
carved from flower in a swift current
The curtains were madras gauze in green
with a conventional design of lotus pads
and long looped stems.
The flower Itself IN half open buds formed
the pattern Of the rug. also In green tones
with a shading Of olive brown. The lights
were hidden in lotus blossoms, tho only