with his head in his hands studied it. The eyes were very blue, but no bluer than her own. They looked into his half sadly, half gaily, tempting him again. The Japan fever had its way with him, and for a moment—ten—he lived that lotus life with her over again. Then came a great upheaval inside which was yearning. He was tired. He had been tired ever since leaving Japan. In those eyes he saw again the invitation to rest. The hair, with its brassy luster—he could see the sun on it again—smell its perfume—feel it under his hands. The lips were parted a little, as they nearly always were, and within showed the brilliant teeth.
"Oh," he cried out, as he rose, "get thee behind me—moon-goddess—get thee behind me!" He laughed woefully, and took up the picture again. "I thought it gone—the fever—the dreaming—the lotus-eating."
There was a knock on the door, and a messenger-boy handed in the answer to a note.
"Yes," it ran;" I shall be at home at eight—and so glad!"
It was twenty minutes to eight.
Garland hurried into his evening clothes, and hastened away, leaving the rest of the
