She saw me first. There was another 

 weary interchange of the heavy polite. 

 Her steamer had been delayed from 

 sailing for two days in order that we 

 might meet again, I have no doubt. 



Next morning. She's gone. Ring the 

 o bells, boom the cannon! I saw the 

 Japan steamer bear the Sweet Pea 

 Lady rapidly into deep water. At last 

 easeful peace may again dream on my 

 shoulder. When I returned to the hotel 

 the clerk handed me an envelope enclos- 

 ing a lady's visiting card (kind fate, she 

 lives in Japan) on which was written 

 " In grateful appreciation of your kind- 

 ness," and with the card were two 

 sprays of Pressed Sweet Peas. 



After this when it comes to "scat- 

 tering deeds of kindness on the weary 

 way," I shall be the woman who didn't, 

 and who shall say me nay ? 



However, all this flower and fruit 



