Sie thanked him and was leaving his presence when the door was burst open and Koan-lo the Second, looking haggard and wild, entered. He rushed up to Sie and clutched her by the shoulder. “You are mine!” he shouted. “I will kill you before you become another man’s!” “Cousin,” said Koan-lo the First, “I wish not to have the woman to be my wife, but I claim her as my servant. She has already received her wages—her father’s freedom.” Koan-lo the Second gazed bewilderedly into the faces of his wife and cousin. Then he threw up his hands and cried: “Oh, Koan-lo, my cousin, I have been evil. Always have I envied you and carried bitter thoughts of you in my heart. Even your kindness to me in the past has provoked my ill-will, and when I have seen you surrounded by friends, I have said scornfully: ‘He that hath wine hath many friends,’ although I well knew the people loved you for your good heart. And Sie I have deceived. I took her to myself, knowing that she thought I was what I was not. I caused her to believe she was mine by all rights.” “So I am yours,” broke in Sie tremblingly. “So she shall be yours—when you are worthy of such a pearl and can guard and keep it,” said Koan-lo the First. Then waving his cousin away from Sie, he continued: “This is your punishment; the God of Restoration demands it. For five years you shall not see the face of Sie, your wife. Meanwhile, study, think, be honest, and work.” * * * * * “Your husband comes for you today. Does the thought make you glad?” questioned Koan-lo the First. Sie smiled and blushed. “I shall be sorry to leave you,” she replied. “But more glad than sad,” said the old man. “Sie, your husband is now a fine fellow. He has changed wonderfully during his years of probation.” “Then I shall neither know nor love him,” said Sie mischievously. “Why, here he—” “My sweet one!” “My husband!” “My children, take my blessing; be good and be happy. I go to my pipe, to dream of bliss if not to find it.” With these words Koan-lo the First retired. “Is he not almost as a god?” said Sie. “Yes,” answered her husband, drawing her on to his knee. “He has been better to me than I have deserved. And you—ah, Sie, how can you care for me when you know what a bad fellow I have been?” “Well,” said Sie contentedly, “it is always our best friends who know how bad we are.” THE THREE SOULS OF AH SO NAN I The sun was conquering the morning fog, dappling with gold the gray waters of San Francisco’s bay, and throwing an emerald radiance over the islands around. Close to the long line of wharves lay motionless brigs and schooners, while farther off in the harbor were ships of many nations riding at anchor.