Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1911-02-10

slept on the shavings One week / sold
coral for a Neapolitan peddler. oh, i
learned my civilization WE'LL The very
memory now of walking down those
roaring canons Of streets-all cut gran
lite and iron fury, and hideous houses
200 feet hfgh-moos at me in the night!
1t is frightful, night marish, devilishl
And when one can be here under vio-
let sky, in sight of blue peaks and an
eternally lilac, luke-warm sea!'
His hand swept across the hewn vista
to the wild, bold background of indigo
hills, with its slender phantom above
them, swimming in the half tropical
blue 'Tt is better" he said, ito live in
Japan in sack cloth and ashes than to
own the half of any orner country.
am as old as the three-Iegged crow that
inhabits the sun. 1 can't read the comic
papers or a French novel. shouldn't
go to the Paris opera If it were next
door. / shouldn't like to visit the most
beautiful lady and be received in even
ing dress. 1 shall pass my life in san
dals and kimono, and when it's over 1
shall be under the big trees in the old
Buddhist cemetery there, beside the nun
merry, among the fire flies and grasshop-
pers, with six laths above me, inscribed
with prayers in an unknown tongue and
a queerly carved monument typifying
the five elements into which we melt
away"
Returning, Barbara led the way. Once
she stopped over a single, strange bios
som on a long stalk. whose golden cen
ter shone cloudily through silky fila
ments like the leaves Of immortelles.
What is that?" she asked.
1T is a wild flower L found on one Of
my inland rambles," he said Perhaps
1t has no name. call it Yuune-no-hana
tho Flower of Dream 1t will open
almost any day now"
Have you quite forgiven me for
breaking in?" she asked, as they walked
along the stepping stones.
For the first time she surprised him
in smile. 1t lit his face with a sud
den irradiation. ''Will you do it again p?
May I-some timer"
Then you are not afraid? Remember
am a renegade, a follower OF Buddha.
and most atrocious and damnable ia
boot"
Afraid For a moment they looked
at each other. and she saw a little CULVER
touch his lips 81 shall come again to-
morrow-to see the flower"
Just one thing" he said. II am
solitary. If you would not mention-to
any one"
81 understand. she answered.
He walked by her side 10 the bamDc
gate. II am glad" she said, that l re-
mind you of some one you liked"
Perhaps ii was some one l knew in
a dream" he answered.
YES" she said Perhaps it was"
AS she spoke she saw him start, She
looked up. Across the temple yard,
through the entrane tori. she saw the
bishop coming up the lane. He was
walking absorbed in thought His eyes
on the ground, his hands claspel be-
hind him.
"Good-by." she said. and stepped
through the gate.
But Thorn did not answer. At sight
of the approaching figure he had drawn
back abruptly. Now he turned sharply
away into q path which led toward the
temple She saw him once glance
swiftly back over his shoulder before ne
disappeared behind the hedges.
The man with whom Barbara had
been talking went slowly up the temple
steps. His face was haggard and drawn.
There he paused and looked back across
the pard.
"Credo in reurrectionem mortuorum,"
he muttered-"'Yes. believe In the res
direction Of the dead!'
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