Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-05-16
THE TYPHOON

Tokoramo relieved him of the empty
glass.
True, my friend" he said. but with
that. cognac in the house a man would
have no need of a sweetheart. After all,
drink is all that man should love. a
glass is a never failing aid and inspira-
ton. 1t cheers his gloom and gilds his
joy 1t is never harsh or cold He may
have a dozen and not one is jealous of
another. And above all. nothing can take
i away from him. No, no more Just now,
my friend. This one is warming me so
that I would be ashamed to give 1t a
rival so soon"
Tokoramo sighed as he resumed his seat
at the desk.
"a believe that those who need stlmu-
liant find good brandy best" he said alb
sent mindedly.
land don't you need stlmulant?" de-
manded Lindener with more energy than
he had seemed capable of when he en-
tered. "You-here! In this house where
Illona was kiIled-kllled by your frend"
Lindener's haggard face was distorted
by a fresh spasm of grief at the mention
of the woman's name. Tokoramo WINGED
ever so slightly and held up his hanti
Don't, my friendl" he begged. I'VE
bOIn neeu Sympdtny-DuI you can UNDER
stand what a horror the subject is to me
AS for stimulant-the best and greatest
in the world might die in the same hour
and the work of the world would CON
tinue without a pause or ripple. And l
have my work. And ne picked up writ
ing brush and bowed his head over the
manuscript
Your work." echoed Lindener, between
wonder and disgust. Can you do any
real work, my friend. so soon after
murder has been committed in your house
by one of your friends-and he in prison?'
Tokoramo raised his head
"a man, my friend" he said quietly,
"aoes through with his appointed task
even If the wrecksoe of his very life Is
falling about his ears as he works."
Lfndener sighed heavily
TT may be so, Tokoramo, he said, "but
there are id few men in the world
II that is true"
You are wrong, Herr Lindener." said
the Japanese, quietly. You do not be-
lieve, because you told me once that your
God, your country, your people meant
nothing to you. This spirit in man IL the
only proof of his divinty-that he is kin
to the Power that projected the universe.
His brain may be fire, his hand ice, his
sinews straw, but there is something in
him stronger than physical weaknesses
that forces this poor tool-the body-to
work on when it is worn out-demol-
ished."
Lindener sighed YEARLY, rose and made
for the liquor stand.
The Difference.
1T may be the divine spirit in you. my
friend he said, but in me 1t is-cog-
nae"
Tokoramo with an apology bent over
his work and the steady fingers ran back
and forth across the page in silence while
minute after minute slipped eaway Lin
dener poured himself drink and took
il slowly In little sips He came over to
the desk. helped himself to a cigarette, lit
it and stood looking down at the Japan
ese for several moments,
MY staying here does not anoy you?"
he asked.
up
1T is always a pleasure to see you,
my friend, if you will do me the honor
to make yourself free of my poor house
and pardon my discourtesy in forcing a
guest to entertain himself
"Entertain" echoed Lindener, with a
CHASTITY SMILE as he turned away. This
house is now the shrine of divinity,
and l am making a pilgrimage-tha
all"
He filed his glass again and returned
with it to the divan, where he sat and