Red clouds bordered with blue and white shaded with black, grey softly tinged with rose, an exquisite blending of each colour with another.
One colour ever shaded with another, "Yes, such," I murmured, "are the ways of this world, never a smile without a tear, no happiness without an equal portion of sorrow. I wish some God would change this law, and make mankind happier." And yet why should I lament? What was I after all but an atom in the great ocean of life?
I found myself seated at the piano before I knew it. I began to play unconsciously, I knew not why, the song that was so near my heart:
"Alas, we met
When moon and stars had faded,
Spring-time had fled and flowers withered lay
Garland in hand through the dark night I awaited
The bridegroom who would come when all was bright and gay.
Then the house would be filled with fragrance and soft music,
And the mellow flute the tune of Sahana would play."
This was all I knew of the song, and I sang it over and over again. Suddenly, I heard
