The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1922-02-09
The Mysteries
of Yoga
By DOROTHY wHITcoMB.

which gave him q sensation OF Inn
pending asphyxia, and a suit Of eve
ming clothes which made him feel
Ike 8 walter, he stood moodily be
side the door and watched his nancee
moving among her guests.
he had returned from the West az
ter q three-years' absence. He had
gone 20 make his fortune In the
mines, and Molly had said she would
be true to him. He bad 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 1.-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 I'm the turban,
who was holding forth rapt audi
Molly included-upon the mys-
teries OF Yoga.
''ro attain the iEfniteT" he was say
ing with a supercilious smile. ut is
easy. ladies' Concentrated Concen-
/ trate, and repeat without cessation
the magic syllable ON Then breathe
in lightly through the left nostril. con
centrate all feelings I'm the center OF
the spine, and exhsle through the al
ternate nostril, meanwhile repeating
the magic syllable On"
i After that came a lecture upon ESQ
teric Buddhism, as set forth by the
great seer and sage Patanjall, 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
reali" he was saying at isn't whole
some. That black man"
"You mean Mr.. Ramsammy Chun-
dra Cheer" inquired Molly, with omin-
Gus calm.
81 do" said Beatty. 81 don't like to
see you mixed up with crowd Of
takers like those, dear"
II have changed, John" answered
Molly. 81 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 10 have my
| spiritual freedom. We could never be
happy together"
"You want to break our engage
ment7" asked Beatty coldly.
She put out her hands.
John grasped her in his arms.
"God bless you, Molly" he said
But II isn't any use. Only II you
grow tired-if you want me at any
time, anywhere you'll let me know
won't you"
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 reverie. 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 Cheer she asked.
Ramsammy entered after her and
closed the door behind him. Hei
turned toward her and held out his
arms.
"Yes." he whispered hoarsely. Il
left you, my moonfower, my perfect
pearl. could not go home until
had told you that love you"
Molly recoiled in horror.
"Wnl you come with me and be my
bride. my lotus-fower7" inquired ths
black man eagerly.
"Oh. / hate you Go away" she
cried. "Johnl Johni'
The answer was immediate With
a crash John Beatty stood In the en-.
/ trance.
| I'm reap Dt WIS uppn lnt uldth
man and with a parting kick. depos-
I tied him upon the sidewalk Then
| he turned back into the apartment.
Molly was weeping pitlfully as she
crouched on the Turkish rug.
IL saw that black skunk turn
back. Molly, and suspected some
thing" John exclaimed $50 I waited
I outside TO make sure that # was all
right You aren't angry with me,
I dearT"
Angry. Johnf" she answered. look
ing up "Oh John. can you ever for
\ give meT
John sat down beside her and took
her hands IN his
Molly dear" be said. q guess you
! didn't Observation-Disclosures all Molly. n
yuuW marry me- you shall have 8 diff
ferent poet every might 10 supper. as
long ss his hands are clean. But
guess well let Ramsammy 10 his