The San Francisco call., 1910-12-04

She steeled herself against the ad
miration his eyes paid TO her regal
figure, her face. her sensuous woman
hood. And yet he had defeated her;
she could not find way against his
irony.
We'll" she turned at the door. II lost
your money-TT recover it or repay you
every cent"
why bother? / imagine you're a
scientist, or a theosophist, or something
extremely superior. Anyhow, you just
said nothing mattered, nothing is real
Well my money was a mere human
hallucination-why worry about IT.?
the eternal verities?'
She hesitated to control the anger on
her tongue. The Jester broke the hol-
low sphere Of her serenity; he went on
undaunted.
II remember deal OF your talk. I
wonder how you come to be doing that
sort Of thing. You're a creature far
different" - he, also, hesitated = 'ft
doesn't ft you. Who sent your
She recovered her control ''The
saintliest man I ever knew-a clergy
man. worker IN the worst Of London's
east end"
She stopped. and the man went on
with shrewd mercilessness. HE asked
you to-a dying request-and he loved
you"
She started at his guess. Yes" she
answered simply. but In wonder. He
asked me to give men his message on
the streets of every city in the world
He had worked among them-the very
worst. He left me money for this and
could not refuse. And I've taught as
I saw-Christ. symbolic promise for
the race, one of the spiritually devel-
oped figures, prophet"
81 thought he was a man who fought
through a hard game-and lost. But
you have It that there's nothing to lose
or suffer. Let's apply this to my case.
I wasn't drunk, and money-nothingi
STUFF of dreams
She bit her lip. you don't believe
me!' And to her swift anger his
admiration again paid tribute It IS
insufferable to rest under this i'm
putationp'
"Do you imagine for moment that
I believe you have that moneyg
She was silent and he went on
gravely: Now, please don't. I have
an awful headache-one of the worst
headaches that an earth man with his
feet in the clay could have. I take
1t you're a prophet of the new spiritns
ality-Pm reading a bit about it in the
magazines. Well, I'm back with the
cavemen. 1 get down one day and
bump my head on the ground to God,
and the next crack the bones OF my
enemies and offer them to the devil
Real bones-real devil"
At the door she turned again, calmly
disregarding him. '1 shall advertise
And then, If 1t isn't found, I'll have to
accept your word and repay you. One
hundred and sixty-five dollars?
Yes, thank you; 1t will keep me in
cigarettes MONTREAL cigarettes, the
kind man with his feet in clay
smokes
Her face showed nothing; he was
Don't mind me. They'll tell you around
this town I was never serious IN my
life"
But you believe that lost that
money? You believe meT'
Absolutely. And you me?'
Not in the least"
Thank you. You are person OF ex-
cellent judgment"
She extended a card with her gloved
hand My name is Grace Wayne My
address is 26 Weston road, Melbourne"
Australia, eh? I thought you were
an American straight through"
she continued coldly: Il am touring
the world on a mission-sent, told
you, by dying mans request that I
could not evade"
TO tell men Of the new scientific
Cod l don't believe that's what he
meant you to do. I had curious idea
the other night that you had failed,
somehow-you were an actress rectting
lines Of some magnificent vanity or
otner God knows what But no man
cared
She watched him steadily; he went
on with sudden new interest.
Right up the line from you there's
crowd beating out sinners with a
afuIn-the Salvation Army. What do
you think of them?"
She smiled with a tride of supercil-
lous amusement. They are very good
people-they are attempting much;
then added, ION their level, In their
way. very good people"
No, they're bad peopIe-most of
tnem have been. That's why l can
dow IN on Adjutant Hogjaw Frem-
sleut today and ask him to take charge
OF girl from daroa hall that TIN