AQOONAMO ZMH} 
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 
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 
