The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

IV THE HOUR OF GOLD IT was easy to satisfy French justice. Ida Pendragon was compared to several early Christian martyrs whose names I have forgotten ; Edgar Rolles was asked to sit for a picture of St George by Follat, the success of the year’s salon. Humanitarian papers urged the law to suppress boxing and its brutalities. Texans in Paris argued and rejoiced; Parisians in Texas went with a clear conscience to such lynchings as occurred Ida was convalescent. She would never lose the awful scars that jagged her throat; but would her face ever lose its mysterious exaltation? When Edgar saw her, he was almost afraid to understand. Leaving her, he went through the heart of Paris to a certain house. He wished to be certain ; he wished to consult a Brother of the Silver Star. Now it is very easy to find a Brother, when you know the password. But it is not always easy to get that Brother to tell you what you want He is almost certain to be ex- ceedingly rude; he is extremely likely to insist on talking common sense, which is annoying when you go for exalted mysticism; and quite possibly he may just nod, and continue his labours, which is maddening when your business is of the highest importance to you, and to him, and to the Brother— !43