t? Why do all manner of wild things choose the night for their joyous frolics? Jeanne was as wild by nature as any of these, for had she not liv

til night shadows had fallen and automobile lights like

bag to a laundry depository, but to a hotel two blocks away. Here she entrusted its care to a smilin

for oh, so long. You ke

to him. Many young ladies entrusted their secrets to him.

back in a deep recess and straightway forgot it; which is

she took the elevator to the top floor, then walk

before, she could not suppress a lo

million lights!

Tall towers glowing like shafts of white hot metal, great structures changing color like giant chameleons,

the world," she murmu

. She seemed to catch the whistle of rocket cars as, gliding over steel ca

that only a short time ago there was no island, that sh

or the waters where fiery fountains played. Her eyes had come to rest at a

hall go there to-night. It may be that there I shall learn much regarding that very curious c

appen that there I shall find the little Chinaman with those s

ittle French girl. Inspiration of the moment should guide her. Tripping lightly to the elev

n Temple Jeanne found

. She wished to turn about and go away from this place of me

d. Beyond were all manner of curious objects, trumpets three yards long, mini

mple. Every part of it, twenty-eight th

melodious voice of a mandarin tal

e temples of China. Everything. They

is a prayer wheel. Inside this wheel, which is, you might say, like a brass drum, are bits of pap

irl o

said one hundred million p

rin in his long robe could help her. "He is not that one who stol

e short off. Her

" She was pointing to a three-bl

ow, melodious voice, "like all the res

" Jeanne's heart t

s, you

it out

to herself than to him, "is not the one.

The small e

set with jewels, di

yest

mandarin strove in vain to

ers. She had said too much. "A-a Chinam

it was plain that his mind was not upon the ancient bell, the miniature pagoda nor the sm

lf. "Could he help us find that long-eared one? I

that she dared not trus

d in that place of soft l

f out where humanity flowed like a great river, she

rn again, an

l dark secrets are often richly rewarded. It is written in a book

l not

ceived a shock. Because the light was dim, she had not

stolen from a temple, all those, the knife, the bell, the banners? And did the thief, after bringing them to Amer

idding against us. Some strange persons came and

ange Oriental mystery had caught her in its w

herself. "It is nothing. This p

ke in the casual tone of an inquisit

s who wish to have the gods be very good to them. They are all made by hand, embroidered wi

d had enough for one night. Never before

or when a voice she ha

book telling of

person well worth knowing. He was large, well built, muscular. His face was brown, the brown of one wh

ook." She held out a qua

ven tone of the white man who has lived long in st

erhaps you c

dly.

ce more Jeanne felt s

y-mad throng that, whirling and swirling like autumn leaves caught in a