nuing to
indicate the nature of his self-reproach by means of a suitable
analogy when the expression of Fa Fai's eyes turned him to a point
behind himself. There, lying on the spot from which he had just risen,
was a second Willow plate, differing in no detail of resemblance from
the first.

"Shadow of the Great Image!" exclaimed Chang, in an awe-filled voice.
"It is no marvel that miracles should attend your footsteps, celestial
one, but it is incredible that this clay-souled person should be
involved in the display."

"Yet," declared Fa Fai, not hesitating to allude to things as they
existed, in the highly-raised stress of the discovery, "it would
appear that the miracle is not specifically connected with this
person's feet. Would you not, in furtherance of this line of
suggestion, place yourself in a similar attitude on yet another plate,
Wei Chang?"

Not without many protests that it was scarcely becoming thus to sit
repeatedly in her presence, Chang complied with the request, and upon
Fa Fai's further insistence he continued to impress himself, as it
were, upon a succession of porcelain plates, with a like result. Not
until the eleventh process was reached did the Willow design begin to
lose its potency.

"Ten perfect copies produced within as many moments, and not one
distinguishable from the first!" exclaimed Wei Chang, regarding the
array of plates with pleasurable emotion. "Here is a means of baffling
Fang's crafty confederacy that will fill Wong Ts'in's ears with waves
of gladness on his return."

"Doubtless," agreed Fa Fai, with a dark intent. She was standing by
the door of the enclosure in the process of making her departure, and
she regarded Wei Chang with a set deliberation. "Yet," she continued
definitely, "if this person possessed that which was essential to Wong
Ts'in's prosperity, and Wong Ts'in held that which was necessary for
this one's tranquillity, a locked bolt would be upon the one until the
other was pledged in return."

With these opportune words the maiden vanished, leaving Wei Chang
prostrating himself in spirit before the many-sidedness of her wisdom.

Wong T'sin was not altogether benevolently inclined towards the
universe on his return a little later. The persistent image of Fang's
overthreatening act still corroded the merchant's throat with
bitterness, for on his right he saw the extinction of his business as
unremunerative if he agreed, and on his left he saw the extinction