The San Francisco call., 1910-12-18

Newbure" or zen casserole" dishes
which she would order with an air %
familiar indifference. with the cham
pagne-wOuld be vastly hattered oy
the occasion. Bernice Murasky "had
all the swell Yits along Pacific avenue
beaten a block" to his way OF think
ing: all she needed was money to make
a front in any class"
At times the slot machine man
thought he would like to marry Ber-
nice if she wasn't so terribly sarcastic.
Miss Murasky made a petulant moue
when she saw Hammy Arnold looking
at her What kind of woman has he
got now?' she whispered to Ferreri.
who was rubbing his tigers head dia-
mond, debating whether he shouldn't
exchange it for the forget me not.
ArnoId's urbanity was now not dis
turbed at the stir his entrance had cre-
ated He'd give O'Farreu street some
thing else to buzz about with his name,
besides graft talk and spectacular
sprees and plunging on the races-the
Belvedere had certainly never enter
tanned a woman such as he had brought
therei
Grace Wayne's gloved hand attracted
his attention across the table Why,
this isn't so bad" she said demurely.
Not as I thought"
"It'u liven up after midnight These
show girls will sell drinks downstairs
and therell be a run for your money
if you care to have it,"
1--WE seen much worse-the dance
halls of Cape Colony and the East End
music halls This Is well dressed-a
glass of beer and some silly music. IL
seems"
You're rather a student OF the world"
he answered, and looked at her in
some new light. A sort OF dainty hui
manness had grown out OF her usual
imperSonality OF utterance; he gath
cred that she was not all the mystic.
L supposed you would ind all this
beyond the pale"
when one has made sure of ones
own serenity one can see best-one can
move untouched through any expert
ences of the lower plane"
How does that help?"
'Help?" she asked at his abruptness.
Il was thinking OF the rest-down
here. Your way is goOd-for YOU But
we're hammerinS out something else
than spiritual consciousness He
smiled cOOlly. Il told YOU once you'd
failed in your new thought-you have.
I have not" she retOrted steadily,
graveIy I've taught the newer inter
probation. Old faiths, old forms are
passing, and out Of the spiritual unrest
there is coming the recognition OF the
power in each SOul-tt can accept, 1t
canNmove untouched, and IN the end
reioin the eternal and ever flowing
spirit of God"
He studied her long In the measure
of the dance music. smiled, and she saw
a trace of pity. To him she was the
apotheosis OF the rant OF the city Of
takers. Beyond that-nothfng.
My soul?" he muttered- Give me a
sign that I have one" But throusl his
ironical aloofness came a feeling that
she was weaving invisible cords. check
ing him. and that he was too conscious
of her physical ma gnetism. and he did
not wish TO be held or attracted.
You're changed" she said. intently
watching him. you've gone back since
1 saw you A soul struggling, but you
refuse to awaken"
His lips had a sIur OF contempt which
she could not guess. L am" he ans
wered. just what I wish to be-a thief.
a liar
Go on" she answered; "lis to your
self-whip yourself" Her eyes grew
wide. he was restless beneath their
mystery
And you" he added "a hummer. z
talker of words that mean nothing r
I wanted a God it would be the old God
and not a cloud OF light into which I
am to be returned. mere aura of con-
sciousness floating through existences
L would want 70 go back to the old God
and cry out that I was beaten and down
and say, Help mer"
CTO Be Continued Next sunday