The Philipsburg mail., 1899-11-03
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) KAme-SaD
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Japanese Boy Who Was Wrong
fully Disgraced-The Stigma
Was Erased In Battle.

Kane? 1t Is a name to be spoken
with reverence.
| Kane was the son Of Nori-san. one
/ Of the no caste. which indicates q
tiller of the soil. He lived near the
/ village Of Kioto. His home was one
Of many comforts for farmer whose
chief source of revenue is a ricefield
q small grove Of mulberry trees and
an orange orchard.
Kane was the youngest of five. 1t
was his duty to carry the trays Of silk
worm cocoons to the thatched sheds
where the women dropped them into
boiling water gathering with branches
the invisible skeins to spin into visible
threads.
One bright morning little Kane was
seated with his venerable father be-
fore the cottage. Nori-san had been
telling him tales of his forefathers, of
their heroism in the great wars Of the
Shoguns and the rebellion against the
Samauri. Kane fell asleep. much to
the elders displeasure, his young mind
filled with golden images and moving
armies inspired by triumphant song.
Then the itinerant barber came plod-
, ding up the dusty road from the viii
lage. AS all the world knew, the bar.
ber was the district newspaper, as it
were, who. while manipulating his
queer tools, told everything he knew.
1t was in the midst Of recital of
the possibility of pig tailed invasion
over all the land that note Of terror
escaped the old mans lips. The little
dreamer at his side awoke with a
start, and in so doing overturned the
BARRIERS box of queer combs, bottles,
boxes and razors. The barber's an
cry reproof was supplemented with a
growl from Nori-san, thus disturbed
in his toilet and the more important
news Of the coming war.
Lad" he cried. "have taught thee
to sleep amid such perilous times?
Get thee to the sheds and fail rice till
the sun goes down. Tomorrow, may
hap, thou wilt have come to thy
senses"
Kane arose, convinced in his heart
that he had done no wrong, but he
held his peace, moving toward the
sheds to bear his penance bravely.
Soon he was joined by his father.
Kane did not salute him deferentially,
after his familiar manner. The parent
waXed wroth.
"Son," he cried, what have l taught
thee to say to thy betters? Where art
thy manners toward thy father?"
The boy only bowed in humility, then
resumed his task previously. The elder
seized his heavier fail and took posi-
ton at the other end Of the mat.
Suddenly the comb fell from the
fathers freshly barbered hair. He bent
down to recover it ere 1t be broken by
the others fail.
Instantly the tip Of Kame's swift
flying fail struck the bowed head with
an appalling sound, and the old man
pitched forward on his face in the rice
and lay quite still.
Kame's blood froze in his heart. He
could not move-could not cry out as
yet. Then he uttered a wild moan,
sinking by the still form, sobbing de-
spairingly. Then came brothers and sis
ters, neighbors and passersby, lifting
the quivering form, dashing water into
the drawn, drab wrinkles, and that
image of death resumed a human as.
pect once more.
Kane watched it all as in some hide.
GUS dream, and when at last the ia.
theirs eyes opened the boy fell upon his
face, throwing the rice chaf over his
head in token of sorrowful petition.
But the elder recoiled from him.
son." cried he, "thou art my first
disgrace and sorrow. o unnatural one
that would be guilty thus of the crime
Of crimes-to strike a father down!
What! Art thou possessed of devil to
fall so low?"
Then turned the old man to his elder
son at his side, crying, "Go, Take!
Run to the village and ask of the
learned judge, Siban-quam, what shall
be the penalty upon the son that
strikes father. Coz And the brother
sped away.
| The messenger returned. "The ora
Gle Of the law, o father, demands that
a black cross shall be tattoed upon the
offenders brow" he said with much
soleMnity. "and hence shall the migrate
be driven an oucast upon the face of
the earth, homeless and despised."
And so ere nightfall was little Kane
branded with the curse of ingratitude
and sent forth an outcast forever.
Fair Umay, the daughter of the silk
weaver down the valley road, stood at
the edge Of her garden Of poppies
Suddenly she recognized Kane, whom
she loved. The lad was so changed
that she scarcely knew him.
But the young man, shuddering at
the sound of her voice. sank to his
knees as he swept his hands before his
forehead, "Oh, Umay-sanw he moaned.
go away, pray thee. Go, that
may not defile with even a glance one
so pure and good. For, behold, O
daughter Of the just gods, am hence
forth an outcast, branded with shame!
/ 7 ct, olv 60