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

Tokoramo relieved him of the empty
glass.
True, nv 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~a man should love A
glass is never-f ailng 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
it away from him. No no more Just now
my friend. This one is warming me so
that I would be ashamed TO give it 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.
"And 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
IIIona was klled-kilIed by your friend!"
Lindeners haggard face was distorted
by a fresh spasm of grief at the mention
OF the womans name. Tokoramo WINGED
| ever so slightly and held up his hand
Don't my friendt" he begged. We
both need sympathy-but you can under
stand what 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 I
have my work." And he picked mp writ
ing brush and bowed his head over the
manuscript
Your work. echoed Ljndener between
wonder and disgust. Can you do any
real work, my friend. so soon after a
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,
"qoes through with his appointed task
even If the wreckage OF his very life is
falling about his ears as he works"
Lindener sighed heavily
ut may be so Tokoramo" he said, but
there are ID few men in the world
If that is true
You are wrong Herr Lindener." said
the Japanese quietly. You do not be-
| lieve, because you told me once that youl
God. your country your people meant
nothing to you. This spirit in nan IS the
only proof of his divinity tina ae 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 it 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 away. Lin
dener poured himself a drink and took
1t 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 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
''EntertainrN echoed Lindener, with a
CHASTITY SMILE as he turned away. This
house is now the shrine of a divinity,
and l am making a pilgrimage that's
all"
He filed his glass again and returned
with it TO the divan, where he sat and