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Barbara., left alone for the evening,
amuses herself at the piano. Duke
Daunt, passing by, hears her playing,
and, unconsciously, begins to sing, Bar
bara hears him and steps to the piazza
ust as the Ambassador's wolf-hound
his chain. Daunt saves her and
the dog mysteriously disappears when
be springs at the Doctor. Ishida, one
time student in Monterey, Cali., now in
fcpecial secret service, but acting as the
Doctor's servant, learns a little more
•f the expert's plans.
Bhelf, her glad soul swelling the num
bers of that ghostly legion whose
spiritual force was the true vitality
of her nation.
"Perhaps that, too, might be," she
said presently in a low voice. "Should
I augustly marry one not of too ex
alted a station, he could receive adop
tion into our family."
He looked into her deeply flushing
face. "You think of the Lieutenant
Ishida Hetaro," he said. "It is true
that the go-between has already
deigned to sit on my hard mats. He
is, I think, in every way worthy of our
house. I would rather he were in the
field, with a sword in his hand—I know
not much of this 'Secret Service.
What are his present duties? Doubt
less"—with a spark of mischief in his
hollow, old eyes—"you are better in
formed than I."
"He is in the household of one
umed Bersonin, a man-mountain like
our wrestlers, whose service Japan
pays with a wage."
HiB seamed face clouded. "To cun
ningly watch the foreigner's incom
ings and his outgoings, and make
august report to the Board of Extra
ordinary Information," he said, with a
trace of bitterness. "To play the clod
when one is all eye6 and ears. Hon
orable it is, no doubt, yet to my old
palate it savors too much of the actor
strutting on the circular stage. But
times change, and if, to live, we must
ape the foreigners, why, we must bor
row their ways till such time—the
gods grant it be soon!—when we can
throw them on the dust heap. And
•what am I, to set my debased ignor
ance against my Princes and my Em
peror!" He paused a moment and
sighed. "Ishida is well esteemed," he
continued presently. "He has dwelt
in America and learned its tongue—
a necessity, it seems, in these topsy
turvy times. Yet, as for marriage,
waiting still must be. These are evil
days for us, my child. From whence
would come the gifts which must be
sent before the bride, to the husband's
house? Your mother"—he paused and
bowed deeply toward the golden but
su-dan in its alcove—"may she rest on
the lotos-terrace of Amida!—came to
my poor house with a train of coolies
bearing lacquer chests silken f'ton,
kimono as soft and fllmy as mist,
gowns of cloth and of cotton, cushions
of gold and silver patternings, jeweled
girdles, velvet sandals and all lovely
garniture. Shall her daughter be sent
to a husband with a chest of rags?
No, no!"
She leaned her dark head against
his blue-clad shoulder and drew the
scroll from his trembling fingers.
"I wind your words about my heart,"
she said. "Waiting is
wearied. Let me read to you a while.
He settled himself back on the mat,
his gaunt hands buried in his sleeves,
his gaunt hands Dunea ms aieeves,
and, snuffing the wick in the andon,
she began to read the archaic "grass
wa of Kyuso Moro.
"Be not samurai through the wear-
TT.Wi1'li' I1
the evil times will withdraw. I have
prayed to the Christian God concern
ing it. But your eyes are auBu«i.j
to read tne arcnaic grass-
It was the Shundai Zatsu-
-Be not Bamura. mrougn ice »e.r-
Ins ol two swords, but day and night
have a care to bring no reproach on
the name. When you cross your
threshold and pass out through the
gate, go as one who shall never return
«gain. Thus you will be ready for
every adventure. The Buddhist is for
ever to remember the five command
ments and the samurai the laws of
"All born as samurai, men and
women, are taught from childhood that
fidelity must never be forgotten. And
woman is ever taught that this, with
submission, is her chief duty. If in
unexpected strait her weak heart for
sakes fidelity, all her other virtues
will not anote.
"Samurai, men and women, the
young and the old, regulate their con
duct according to the precepts of,
Bushido, and a samurai, without hesi
tation, sacrifices life and family for
lord and country."
When Barbara Awoke.
When Barbara awoke next morning
she lay for a moment staring open
eyed from her big pillow at the white
wall above, where a hanging shelf
projected to guard the sleeper from
falling plaster in earthquake. The
room was filled with a soft light that
filtered in through the split bamboo
blinds. Then she remembered it was
her first whole day in Japan.
of Troops was to be held that morning.
She felt full of a gay insouciant
a glad lightness of joy that she
thongs o{ cjogs so
pjatform8 The
$fver felt before. Slipping a t'.iin
rose-colored robe over her nightgown
she threvy open the window and leaned
As she stood there bathed in the
sun light, her hands dividing the cur
tains, Barbara made a gracious part
of the glimmering setting. Her thick,
ruddy hair sprang curling from her
strongly modeled forehead, and fell
about her white shoulders, a warm
reddish mass against the delicately
tinted curtain. There was a thor
oughbred straightness in the lines of
the tall figure, in the curve of the
cheek and the round directness of
the chin and her eyes, bent on the
lucent green, were the color of brown
sea-water under sapphire cloud-shad
Barbara started suddenly to see on
the lawn just below her window, a
figure three feet high, with a round,
cropped head, gazing at her from a
solemn, inquiring countenance. He
wore a much-worn but clean kimono,
__ and his infantile toes clutched the
iarge that his feet
t0 set on
spacious wooden
youngster bent double
&nd staggeringly
righted himself with
a staccato "O-hayo!"
Barbara gave an inarticulate gasp
in face of his somber dignity she did
not dare to laugh: "How do you do?"
she said. "Do you live here?"
•"No," he replied. "1 lives in a other
"Oh!" exclaimed Barbara, aghast at
hi8 command of English. "What is
your name?"
"Ishikichi," he said succinctly.
"And will you tell me what you are
doing, Ishikichi?"
A small hand from behind his back
produced a tiny bamboo cage in which
was a bell-cricket. As he held it out,
the insect chirped like an elfin cymbal.
"Find more one," he said laconically.
"And what shall you do with them,
I wonder."
He took one foot from his clog and
wriggled bare toes in the grass. "Give
him to new little sister," he said.
"So you have a new little sister!"
exclaimed Barbara. "How fine that
must be!"
A glaze of something like disap
pointment spread over the diminutive
face. "Small like," he said. "More
better want a brother to play with
"Maybe you might exchange her for
a brother," she hazarded, but the
cropped head shook despondently.
"I think no can now," he said. "We
have use her four days."
Barbara laughed outright, a peal of
6ilvery sound that echoed across the
garden—then suddenly drew back. A
man on horseback was passing across
the drive toward the main gate of the
compound. It was Daunt, bareheaded,
his handsome tanned face flushed
with exercise, the breeze ruffling his
moist, curling hair. She flashed him
a smile as his riding-crop flew to his
brow in salute. The sun glinted
from its Damascene handle, wrought
into the long, grotesque muzzle of a
fox. Between the edges of the blue
silk curtains she saw him turn in the
saddle to look back before he disap
She stood peering out a long time
toward the low white cottage across
the clipped lawn. The laughter had
ieft gradual]y over her
wnw ftf rioh rQlor ghe
face grew a wave of rich color. She
dropped the curtain and caught her
tQ hfip por an instant
coomo(, tn fpfil the nressure
she had seemed to feel the pressure
Qf gtrong armg the tQUch of coarse
tweed vlvidly
reminiscent of a pipe.
What had come over her? The one
had Ma )n
am| |n
and DurDle
fire and died in crimson and purple
over a file of convicts—the dreaming
platforms. The youngster betn double
through silver mist and violet shad
ows—these had left her the same Bar
bara that she had always been. But
somewhere, somehow, in the closed
gulf between the then and now, some
thing new and strange and sweet had
waked in her—something that the
sound of a voice in the garish sun
light had started into clamorous rever
She sat down suddenly and hid her
A Face in the Crowd.
They rode to the parade ground—
Barbara and Patricia with the ambas
sador, behind a pair of Kentucky
grays—along wide streets grown fes
tive overnight and buzzing with rick
asha and pedestrians. Every gateway
held crossed flags bearing the blood
red rising-'sun, and colored paper
lanterns were swung in festoons along
the gaudy blocks of shops, as wide
open as tiers of cut honey-comb.
The horses trotted on, to drop
From a distance, high and clear, she
heard a strain of bugles from some
squad of soldiers going to barracks, or
perhaps to the parade ground, where, window acquaintance, of the morning,
she remembered, an Imperial Review was trotting from the inclosure, his
walk, presently, on a brisk inc'5*:?.
High, slanting retaining walls wer-j on
either side, and double rows c-f cher
ry trees, whose interlacing branches
wove a roof of soft pink bloom.
"Why, there's little Ishikichi," said
Patricia. "I never saw him so far from
home before. Isn't that a queer look
ing man with him!"'
The solemn six-year-old, Barbara's
'"v ,-h. ,1'. -, ''A'.L.ik ^V!"
properties of
the Grape are
If Absolutely
to the food.
The food is
made more
tasty and
small fingers clutching the hand of a
foreigner. The latter was of middle
age. His coat was a heavy, double
breasted "reefer." His battered hat,
wide-brimmed and soft-crowned, was
a joke. But his linen was fresh and
good and his clumsy shoes did not
conceal the smallness and shapeliness
of his feet. He was lithe and well
built, and moved with an easy swing
of shoulder and a step at once quick
and graceful. His back was toward
them, but Barbara could see his long,
gray-black hair, a square brow above
an aquiline profile at once bold and
delicate, and a drooping mustache shot
with gray. Many people seemed to re
gard him, but he spoke to no one save
his small companion. His manner,
as he bent down, had something
caressing and confiding.
At the sound of wheels the man
turned all at once toward them. As
his gaze met Barbara's, she thought a
startled look shot across it. At side
view his face seemed a dark olive,
but now in the vivid sunlight it
showed blanched. His eyes were deep
in arched orbits. One, she noted,
was curiously prominent and dilated.
From a certain bird-like turn of the
head, she had an impression that this
one eye was nearly if not wholly sight
less. All this passed through her
mind in a flash, even while she won
dered at his apparent agitation.
For as he gazed he had dropped the
child's band. She saw his lips com
press in an expression grim and for
bidding. He made an involuntary
movement, as though mastered by a
quick impulse. Then, in a breath, his
lace changed. He shrank back,
turned sharply into the park and was
lost among the trees.
"What an odd man!" exclaimed Pa
tricia. "I suppose he resented our star
ing at him. He's left the little chap
all alone, too. Stop tjie horses a mo
ment, Tucker," she directed, and as
lhey pulled up she called to the child.
But there was no reply. Ishikichi
looked at her a moment frowningly,
then, without a word, turned and
stalked somberly' afder his companion
"What an infant thunder-cloud!"
said Patricia, as the carriage proceed
ed. "That must be where our precious
prodigy gets his English. Poor mite!
she added. "He was the inseparable
of the son of Toru, the flower-dealer
opposite the embassy, Barbara, and
the dear little fellow was run over
and killed last week by a foreign
carriage. No doubt he's grieving over
it, but in Japan even the babies are
trained not to show what they feel.
I wonder who this new friend is?"
"I've seen the man once before,
said the Ambassador. "He was pointed
out to me. His name is Thorn. His
first name is Greek—Aloysius, isn't
it?—yes, Aloysius. He is a kind of a
recluse one of those bits of human
flotsam, probably, that western civil
ization discards and that drift event
ually to the East. It would be inter
esting to know his history."
So this, thought Barbara, was the
exile of whom Daunt had told her,
who had chosen to bury himself—
from what unguessed motive!—in an
oriental land, sunk out of sight like
a stone in a pool. When he looked
at her she had felt almost an impulse
to speak, so powerfully had the shad
ow in his eyes suggested the canker
of solitariness, the dreary ache of
bitterness prolonged. She felt a wave
of pity surging over her.
Continued Next Week.
Monday, Nov. 21, 1910.
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