The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1901-05-19
A JAPANESE VENGEANCE


Clio. Graves. in The sketch
Oishi Yoshio. second secretary of lega-
ton, aged twenty-five and named after
the celebrated leader. Of the Forty-seven
Ronlns, stood in the doorway Of a Lon
don drawing room, which bore a consid-
cradle resemblance to a knights bridge
eUrto- Observation-Disclosures shop, and
wondered greatly For in Japan they use
aniline dyes, English and American, and
wear or put on, European clothing, and
endeavor 10 assimilate European cookery,
ana paint up the names of their streets
IN English. But they do not hang up
Engllsn boots and shoes upon their walls
for spill holders, nor do they cherish
English cooking pots and butter boats
as things of price.
The streets outside had been wet and
drab, and the social atmosphere within
seemed as neutral tinted, if less humid.
me room was full of clacking women,
IN furs and out Of them, drinking bad
tea, with much milk and sugar, at the
savor of which infusion the soul of
Olshl Yoshio revolted, and his heart
yearned for Toxic, for sunshine, bright
ness, the dainty refnements of life, and
the nue. and color loneliness which con-
stitute Japan.
Ills hostess beckoned him, and he
steered his dapper, unobtrusive way to
her, his slim hand fidgeting with his neat
little black mustache. He was introduced
TO young lady who murmured some
thlng unfntelligible as Oishi Yoshio
bowed before her. Her name was Miss
0arch1ield, and the 1.-THE Japanese ob-
served that she was young and very
pretty in her wheat-haired cornfower-
eyed, English style. She told him that
she adored everything japanese, and
O1snl Hoshio could imagine her buy ng
pasthle sticks for paper fans, or string
path sandals at the Brompton empor UNI
Tor the sale of such cheap and trashy
merchandise. She said Have you seen
the CONSERVATORY and took him there;
and on cane settee, in front CT a
immature pond containing goldfish and
prospect OF Japanese dwarf trees in the
midst OF which appeared the roofs of a
crimson dolls temple, they fell into con-
Yersatlon. Miss Darchffeld still harped
upon Japan and things Japanese. Her
Whlte teeth showed under the pink gable
or her short upper lip as she said, lisp
ingly, IT want to ask" She
changed her tone, and put the question
positive, DO you know anything about
tattoolng as it is done in Japan?
Olsho Yoshio gave quick glance at
the charming face, and assented, passing
enc slim fingered, honey-colored hand
ever the other. "Of tattooing 1 certainly
do know something" he returned, in. his
- 49, ~ 1I4iSAlSli II - dfl art IulCtl
practiced in my country-among certain
classes Of individuals He preserved
perfect gravity and wondered privately
what was coming next. 1t came
Gould you tell me Of anybody-any
japanese person living in Lcndon.' the
girl asked, who could do tt-don't YOU
know: She blushed pink, and looked
everywhere, vaguely, before she brought
the cornfower colored eyes back to
Oishi Yoshio.
The perfectly marked eyebrows of the
secretary of legation were lifted the
breadth of a baby's finger nail.
The art of tattooing'' He
thought moment there is one man
I could give you his address, if
required. He lives'-the slim hand of
the young Japanese waved eastward
near your London docks He carries on
business there in cuIfos, and in the art
you speak of he is profici mt, though he
is now very old. Sailors resort to him
and rich, eccentric Englishmen and
sometimes oblique Asiatic eyes
narrowed a little" occasionally ladi S .
he said
Miss Darchfields cheeks 6eepened their
pretty pink. She was full of her subject
and her exuberant interest in it spanked
in her eyes.
Then" she cried, "of course this old
person who lives near the London doc IS
could carry out !" of course he
could do what l want at a reasonab
charger"
81 imagine he has charges to suit all