The weekly times-record. (Valley City, N.D.) 1912-1922, 1921-12-22
The Mysteries
of Yoga
BY DOROTHY WHITCOMB.

She was not his Molly. John Beatty
realized that as, attired in a stiff shirt,
which gave him sensation of i'm
pending asphyxia, and suit Of eve
ming clothes, which made him feel
like a waiter, he stood moodily be-
side the door and watched his tiancee
moving among her guests.
He had returned from the West af-
ter three-years' absence. He had
gone to make his fortune in the
mines, and Molly had said she would
be true to him. He had made the for
tune and Molly had been true but
Well, this was not the simple,
pretty country girl whom he had left
three years before.
There was incense in the air, and
Beatty liked the incense of whole
some oxygen. There were three poets
present. John did not mind poets,
but these had long, greasy hair and
dirty finger nails. And he positively
loathed the black man in the turban,
who was holding forth a rapt audi
ence-Molly included-upon the mys-
teries Of Yoga.
ITO attain the Infinitely" he was say
Ing with supercilious smile. 1T is
easy, ladies'. Concentrate! Concen-
trate, and repeat without cessation
the magic syllable ON Then breathe
in lightly through the left nostril, con-
centrate all feelings in the center Of
the spine, and exhale through the al
ternate nostril, meanwhile repeating
the magic syllable 'Om.'"
After that came lecture upon ESQ
teric Buddhism, as set forth by the
great seer and sage Patanjali, several
hundred centuries before Molly had
opened her pretty eyes in Bingham
ton, N. Y.
After the guests had gone John
Beatty stood facing Molly alone. He
was sick at heart and angry words
rose TO his lips.
"Don't you see, Molly, this isn't
real!" he was saying. 1T isn't whole
some. That black man"
"lou mean Mr.. Ramsammy Chun-
dra Ghee?" inquired Molly, with omin-
GUS calm.
II do" said Beatty. X don't like to
see you mixed up with a crowd Of
takers like those, dear"
81 have changed, john" answered
Molly. II have found myself. And
you haven't changed. You have lost
yourself in the whirl Of worldly inter-
ests. 1t isn't any use, John. We
could never be happy together.
want to live In the soul to have my
spiritual freedom. We could never be
happy together"
"You want to break our engage
ment?" asked Beatty coldly.
She put out her hands.
John grasped her in his arms.
"God bless you, Molly" he said.
"But it isn't any USE Only If you
grow tired-if you want me at any
time, anywhere, you'll let me know,
won't your"
Then he was gone.
Her thoughts went back to those
first days when she had come to New
York. She had met John in COM
monplace boarding house. And yet
those had been days Of perfect happi-
ness. Now
A ring at the bell aroused her from
her reverle. She opened the door.
The Indian was standing upon the
threshold. At the sight of him her
face softened.
"You left something, Mr.. RAM
sammy Ghee?" she asked.
Ramsammy entered after her and
closed the door behind him. Hey
turned toward her and held out his
arms.
eyes," he whispered hoarsely. II
left you, my moonflower, my perfect
pearl. could not go home until l
had told you that love you"
Molly recoiled in horror.
"Wfll you come with me and be my
bride, my HORSEPOWER" inquired the
black man eagerly.
''Oh. hate you! Go away!" she
cried. "JOhn john
The answer was immediate. With
a crash John Beatty stood in the en-
trance
With a leap he was upon the black
man, and with parting kick, depos-
tied him upon the sidewalk. Then
he turned back into the apartment.
Molly was weeping pitifully as she
crOuched on the Turkish rug.
IL saw that black skunk turn
back, Molly, and suspected some
thing" John exclaimed. $50 waited
outside to make sure that it was all
right. You aren't angry with me,
dear?"
"Angry, John?" she answered, look
ing up. "Oh, John, can you ever for
give meY'
John sat down beside her and took
her hands In his.
"Molly, dear" he said, II guess you
didn't Observation-Disclosures all. Molly, II
you'll marry me, you shall have diff
ferent poet every night to supper. as
long as his hands are clean. But