The daily morning journal and courier., 1904-11-10


 Naples, Nov. 9-7 a. n1.-Arriyed: Steamer Prinz Oskar. New York for Genoa (and proceeded).
 THE HIGH HONOR OF CHIUTA.
 The narrow and irregular streets of the country town of Miyagi were crowded with busy men and women with brown skins and black hair. Ma tional flags, with the rising sun in the middle of the white field, were floating from all the plaza roofs. for the news of an important victory for Nippon had come. Children were spinning tops or flying kites and jinrikishas were making their way through the crowds, while wagons heavily loaded with military munitions were pulled and pushed by a voluntary force of monks and school teachers.
 Amid the crowd there came tall old man with a sunburnt face which was distinguished by deep parallel lines of wrinkles in the forehead and by large, bright eyes. He wore huge dish shaped straw hat, and his loosely hanging kimono shirt was tucked un- der the belt kept at his back, showing tightly fitted trousers of blue- black silk and bare feet in pair of straw san tals. They were the bare feet which thirty years ago trod proudly upon the snow of Kumanoto Bay or through the bramble deep fields of the Taharazaka Pass in march with torches and ri fies.
 His first name was Chiubei, his fam fly name Kato, which was added to his address after the Meiji restoration, when the new government of the Mi kado abolished the old law forbidding a farmer to have a family name.
 Chiubei stood under the overhanging piazza roof at the fornt of seed store. looking at the various seeds in the bamboo show baskets. He intended to buy some turnip seed, but, without speaking to salesman in the store, he stood there silently waiting to be ad- dressed first, for 1t. was his old family maxim that 'he can buy goods with less money when he. Is asked for a purchase than when asking for it. l There were two young salesmen squatting upon the tatarni floor and leaning against a great charcoal bra zier. From the expression on Chiubei's s face they knew at once that the old farmer wanted to buy something. One of the statesmen whispered to the other:
 These ignorant farmers always make me tired, for they think they can buy goods with less money when we ask them to make purchase! Don't speak to him and see what he will do"
 "Just for a question of a few cents!' sneered the other.
 Chiubel said to himself.
 1T would buy the turnip seed, paying any price which the salesman might quote, if I were buying 1t for my own use, but now I want to buy it for my son, who is at Port Arthur. I must economize every cent of his money 60 that when he comes back I can show him how well I have taken care of his money and farm''
 s He stood there for few more min utes, but none of the salesmen paid any attention.
 ssNa mu mi da bu tsu' prayed Chiubei, and was inspired with a scheme,
 chiubei left the store, and his scheme worked.
 .Moshi! Moshi! Moshi! The honora- ble man in huge hat! Do you want some seed?" cried a salesman, running out to the edge of the piazza.
 Chiubei made a face like Ebisu, the god of joy, but he did not turn back at once, for he was a diplomat, and going away a few steps he then turned back saying:
 q may most humbly buy one pound Hof turnlp seed, if you will give me a bargairs."
 After the seeds were bought he start. ed out toward the railroad station around the corner where the fortune tellers colossal parasols stood and along the row of the macarini restau- rants. Presently toward Chiubei the station masters son came riding on his bicycle, which had large front wheel and a rear one ten times smaller. The young cyclist when he approached Chi ubei, Jumped off his bicycle, and, com .ng up to the old man, said:
 Here is a telegram for you from the minister of war.
 Indeed! I was just going to the station to cheer the Tokio regiments which will pass our station in the train," said Chiubei, unfolding the tele. gram note. Then he read:
 Your son, Chiutaro Kato, of the Thirty-sixth regiment, has been killed at Port Arthur. His brave action ir inc field is rewarded with the title oi