The great oriental ruby above his forehead seemed to burn more

brilliantly than ever as if to shame the frivolous occidental jewels

that twinkled before it.

"Yes," he went on, "these gems we do not submit to force. They are not

to be ravished by blood and iron. Yet even these, our sacred treasures,

we gladly share with those who, in humility and in the life of

meditation, seek with us the universal truths. And truth, what is it? It

eludes the scalpel of reason. It is the master and not the servant of

logic. The only truths worthy to be known are those which are to be

experienced by the soul in her hours of solitude. Then does she cease to

think. Then does she cease to reason. Then does she know."

He was dogmatic and they fell under his sway. A hush deeper than silence

lay upon his audience as the Swami stood for a moment as though lost in

himself. Recalling his surroundings he spoke again.

"My friends in this land, who are coming to understand with us, and we

are not numerous even in India--the land of inspiration--my friends,

whom you call by some long name which I have forgotten, ask me to tell

you a little of what we know concerning the order of the universe. I

will unfold." As though giving instruction in elementary arithmetic,

Swami Ram Juna began to sketch the adventures of the soul as it flies

from one existence to another. His words were vivid and definite.

At this point Dick Percival's lips began to move with the cynical

amusement of youth.

"Pretty positive, isn't he, about the things no mortal knows?" he

whispered to Norris.

Softly spoken though the words were, Ram Juna instantly fixed his eyes

upon the guilty youth. It was a habit of the Hindu to hear everything

that rose above the sound of a thought.

"You think I speak of mysteries!" he demanded, suddenly breaking his

discourse and leaning like a pine tree toward Percival. "You think that

in a closet some one weaves a fantastic theory of life and lives. But

no! What have I told you? What I speak, that has my soul known, as has

many another soul. I tell of astral bodies. I have acquaintance with

them as have you with the body of the young friend who sits beside you.

I could show you--even you, whose eyes are covered with a film--I could

show you! But no! It is too petty to demonstrate by a show."

He moved a step backward and looked in a half-questioning way at the

silent group in front.




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