The Key West citizen. [volume] (Key West, Fla.) 1879-current, 1940-10-26

Iney WOuIQ 60 from tent 70 tent
Displaying little collection of
bowls and flutes and rosaries. One
OF each had belonged to their
saint, and was a treasured pos
session. When they found a boy
child who could pick OUT the
proper articles from the collection
by memory, they believed they
would have found their leader
again. -
7'Mightn't his parents obiect?"
Lynn asked wohderingly.
''The parents WIN give him up
gladly and feel honored that he
was chosen. " h
She remarked specifically, Then,
If it's such an homer. aren't GER
tain children sometimes assisted
in the selectionNof the right aFti-
cle?"; - -s --.-
Temu grinned. These people
are human. But sometimes beggar
children seem to prove their
rights to the positions and get
them.1 could ten you Of some re-
markable incidents" :
He turned TO the leader Of the
monks again. Lynn looked about.
The gFavelIy bench on which they
sat merged into a seat of dunes
stretching to the rim of the in.
verted bowl of the sky, a yellow.
ish-lavender Eight at the horizon
and a fathomleSs blue at the
zenith. Disappearing on the sky!
line into the Cobb solitudes, the
caravan wendell its way like q
string of ants across a mighty
furrowed field.
In Lynn's immediate presence,
the two camels belonging to Temu
and herself, and the six ponies
belonging to the priestly caval-
cade drowsed in the February
sunlight. A monk brewed tea over
a tiny argol fire, the smoke Of
which rose Straight into the clear.
heady atmosphere.
Strange Dream
+ YNN'S thoughts raced. What
l. is this, dream, a memory, or
is it a fact? Here am |, Lynn
Britton B. A.. San Francisco, CALI
fornia, u. S. A, sitting on a stony
desert road. beside fcosmopoli-
tan-spirited, sear-faeed youn e
Mongol waiting for tea to- be
served by a group of simple, more
or less devout monks In search OF
an incarnste saint. - !
who Is the saint they seek"
Lynn asked Temt DARN.
''Maitreya, the laughing god"
Her eyes began Z to twinkle.
You're sure they're not looking
for Tara?"f
Does one of these bowls or
flutes or rosaries strike a cord in
your memofy2" ---R
mo, but the idea Of a white
monastery on red hillside in the
Tiger Mountains fits into my
dreams. Are m mories and
dreams so different"
Sometimes they're the same
thing. And in the tinelessneSs Of
the dream state, we frequently re-
member the future which has all
ways existed along with the past.
White monasterieS may be sta
tons on your Journey, TARA Lynn,
but a monastery Is not thesend OF
your road. y = u ktH =
8 She gave him a sardonic glance.
II suppose you think a palace in
Delufilis the end of.rny road" .
,"ISli it not9" = l<aT
II shall not 60 to Delun except
Of my own free will. "A lilac tree
is the end of my road 'ae lsas
His eyes went to the charm box
he said. =
tiara Lynn is no simple Mon
gol child" she reminded him.
"but an American girl withaa VIII
of her own" - s-fa Z
He laughed. "If you're so
clever, why distribute al your
money to passing travellers? That
letter you gave the cafnel-puLer
last night is in my pocket. Keep
your money; then if you do escape
you'll have some cash to use.
Perhaps you're right" she
agreed after a moment 81 shall
learn to adapt myself TO the coun-
try through which ! must escape
She accepted bowl Of salt, but
terry tea from the lama cook and
drank il down detern1inediy.f st5@
Watching her. Temu laughed
lagain and rose. "We must be GO
ing" - =
They soon caught up with the
caravan. Lynn was surprise d
/ when, suddenly, they came to the
end Of the sand and entered
billy country Of rubble formation
supporting q scant growth Of
wiry. yellow shrub.
An hour Of travel up and down
and always more up and down
finally brought them to the
winding level floor Of a grassy de-
preston sunk betwe en- bare
craggy mountains OF scintillatins
reds and yellows and iavenders.
It was warmer here. protected
from the winds and flooded by
sunbeams untempered by clouds
Of dust from the feet Of travelling
animals.
The caravan spread out and ad-
vanced at quickening pace as if
anticipating a perfect camping
ground. They rounded curve,
and there ahead, lowered the
temple of PaIlichao.
Tenu DARN rode up beside
Lynn. Beautiful. isn't it!" he said
in a low voice. !
They saw horsemen descend
from the monastery and gallop
towards them.
Sherlock is coming TO meet