Rockingham post-dispatch. [volume] (Rockingham, N.C.) 1917-1965, 1922-02-02
The Mysteries
of Yoga
Bx poRoTHY WHITcoMR.

She was not his Molly. John Beatty
realized that as, attired in a stiff shirt,
which gave him a sensation Of Inn.
pending asphyxia, and suit Of, eve
ming clothes, which made him feel
like waiter, he stood moodily be-
side the door and watched his fiancee
moving among her guests.
He had returned from the West af-
ter a 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
40. Well, this was not the simple,
pretty country girl whom he had left
three years before.
y5ere was incense in the air, and
Besfty- 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 rapt audi
ence-Molly included-upon the mys-
teries of Yoga.
ITO attain the infinite?" he was say
Ing with supercilious smile. at Is
easy, ladies'. Concentrated Concen-
trate, and repeat without cessation
the magic syllable 'Om.' 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 Putanjali, 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.
'sDon't you see, Molly, this isn't
real?" he was saying. 1T isn't whole
some. That black man"
"You mean Mr.. Ramsammy Chun-
dra Cheer inquired Molly, with omin-
Gus calm.
10 salo .i'eatty' a don't IKE 70
see you mixed up with crowd OF
ianeis me tiiose' uear'
Il have changed, john" answered
Moiv. nave round myseif. ana
you haven't changed. You have lost
FoufseiI IN the whirl OF worldly inter-
ests. ISM any use John. we
could never Pc happy together. /
wa',s 70 liNe IN 'i'e SOU 10 nave my
spiti'uai ireeoon' we couiu never DC
happs tose'her.
1ou want 10 break our engage
meat' ASKED beatty cody
Sle put out ner lh'nas'
aoiiii sraspea hef an ms arms.
veg o'ess you Molly" ne said:I
! but IL isn't any use. Only If you
grow tireu--ir you want me at any
'inle' anywhere, your Jet me Know,
"oh you
Ihen ne was gone.
her thoughts went back to those !
ilrst DAYS when she had come to New
iork' She rad met john in com-
monplace boarding house. And yet
nose nad peen days OF perfect happi-
ness NOW
i A ring at the bell aroused her from
her reyerie- She opened the door.
/ The Indian was standing upon the
threshold. At the sight of him her
4 r. IA \ u
race softened,
| you LETT something, Mr.. Ram
sammy Gheey' she asked,
/ Ramsammy entered after her and
closed the door behind him. Hel
| turned toward her and held out his
arms.
/ Yes" he whispered hoarsely II
| left you, my moontower, my perfect
pearl. could not go home until +
had told youathat / love you.p
Molly reeoiied IN horror.
Wlii Toll come with me and be my
bride, my lotus-fower?' inquired the
oiacE man eagerly.
Ol, nate YOU! 10 away!H she