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of the West, who arc wont to see into the stock market rather than the soul.
As he let the last drop of the pines blood fall into the interior o! the lamp, he knelt in front of the Stone of Life on which the ru'A-fi was wont to repose, and the night wind that soughed through the corridors of the Temple, bore his prayer out over the earth and through the dim vastness of the Himalayas.
In the cupola of the temple sat Swami. .Adept "s fellow, who read to the World each night from the Book of Creation, where it has been ordained that a Yogi will go forth to save the suffering. .\s he read, and as the wind blew the stone against the temple bell and made it ring, .\dcpt joined him.
■'He is wandering, afar off. ' the old priest said to Swami. 'The lamp told me."
"Yogi will save a soul tonight." answered the lat ter. "We will pray for him.'
THE western world hail received Yogi with its customary coldness and laughter, and from the time he landeil in San FrancLsco to the hour in which he fount! himself trudging in the dust of the Vanlield highway he had failed in his mission. He was dusty ami tireil, ami his robes were threadbare. The crystal ball that he carrie<l in a turban ribbon was nicked, where the woman in the middle west had thrown it to the ground and told Yogi that he was an evil-doer and called the dogs.
"Ah, it is Life," he sighed as he trod along wearily. "Surely though, there is Someone who would learn about Truth."
Strangely enough. Gina .Ashling, too, had been thinking alwut the Truth all that day. Her father, when he came home from the olTice, told her that Goring demanded her decision at once. She had ali^o heard from Peter Judson by telephone, who said that he was in conference with several Latin American gentlemen in regard to a contract, and who added, almost between every word, that he loved her; that she was his.
"But am I?" Gina asked herself as she dre.s.seil for dinner and the reception that was to follow. And Rita, her younger, less sensible sister, who burst into her room to borrow a bit of finery, she asked vaguely.
"Did you ever feel that you'd like to look into the future, Rita?"
The younger girl was dumbfounded. To her, serious consideration of any problem — never occurred.
"Don't you talk strangely,
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