This silken fan then deign accept,
Sad emblem of my lot,
Caressed and cherished for an hour.
Then speedily forgot."
"Why so melancholy, my pearl?" asked Lin Fo, entering from the street.
"When a bird is about to die, its notes are sad," returned Pau Tsu.
"But thou art not for death—thou art for life," declared Lin Fo, drawing her towards him and gazing into a face which day by day seemed to grow finer and more transparent.
IV
𝔸 CHINESE messenger-boy ran up the street, entered the store of Wan Hom Hing & Co. and asked for the junior partner. When Lin Fo came forward he handed him a dainty, flowered missive, neatly folded and addressed. The receiver opened it and read:
Dear and Honored Husband,—Your unworthy Pau Tsu lacks the courage to face the ordeal before her. She has, therefore, left you and prays you to obtain a divorce, as is the custom in America, so that you may be happy with the Beautiful One, who is so much your Pau Tsu's superior. This, she acknowledges, for she sees with your eyes, in which, like a star, the Beautiful
