The Birmingham age-herald., 1921-09-24

Listen to the Love Lyrics of far away India, its colors are elemental, silver, gold and red; it Is heavy with the breath of eitron groves; cool with the tinkling of temple bells, and the mystic air of the night wind, and the cries of wild peacocks and parrots Sahibs. Maharajahs, yelled black eyed crimson Tipped women: urban ed, bedecked potentates of high de- degree, and the graceful. Towering, insinuating, sensuous, "Sinjib tree:" sway to the flute, like notes of the lute.
 Listen to Laurence Hope. singing the song of the voluptuary-the song of "The Sinjib Tree;" beckoning us to far-away India.
 q am the Flowery Sinjig Tree The sweetest thing in the world, With silvery leaves on rugged
 stem
 And golden bugs incurled; Oh traveller turn thy face to me Ere ever thy tent be furled Bring here the maiden of thy desire. In my scented shade to rest; And be she cold as, bitterest snow On Takht-i-Suliman's crest Yet she shall open her arms to thee And entreat to be caressed. And she shall crave for thy love
 and thee
 Who was erst so coldly calm; For the subtle scents of my honeyed
 flowers
 Shall soothe her like charm Till she shall long for child of
 thine
 To nestle within her arm! For I am the Flower of Khorassan, The silvery Sinjib Tree;
 And he who pitches his camp beneath Shall dream of love and of me; As my scented breath steals thro'
 the tent
 To enhance his ecstacy"
 Bringing the atmosphere of far-off India with her in her radiant person. ality--Madame Gupta Bharingha, who is a visitor to Birmingham at present-reveals much of the mysti- cism and charm of the exotic climes of the east in her art of palmis- try. magic" mind reading, theosophy astrology, and the many tributaries of orientalism which permeate that
  been a visitor since her marriage to a scion of East Indian royalty.
 Madame Bharingha though not a native East Indian-in fact she is of decided Irish predilection as well as ancestry-found her romance sn Washington a few years ago, when in her capacity of entertaining through her knowledge of magic . and crystal gazing" ''palmistry,' and psychic phenomena, she met a charming French officer who in turn introduced her to her future husband whom she describes as "one of the handsomest men" she has ever known,
 Jet black hair, eyes that reveal psychic visions, hands with tapering, capable, fingers, crimson cheeks and more crimson lips; Madame Bharing- ha wearing the huge black hoop ear rings" which gives her a most Oriental air, looks "to the manor born" of India--rather than Ireland or America.
 For two years" Madame Bharing- ha told me yesterday when she chat ted with me--reading my palm, tell ing me of this line, there, and what it meant, and another line here with still further revelations of fate and destiny being declared. q lived in Shrinaghr in the Vale of Kashimir-- the City of Allah It is in the north ern part of India-where mysticism and adventure-secrecy and supersti- ton run rampant-where life is more restricted and more subtle than Tn Delhi, or Durham, or down in Bom- bay or Calcutta"
 ''The reason?" she repeated my question after me. "Tradition and caste! Why caste in India is religion itself; a man whose father is sol dier is always a soldier himself; a