The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1906-05-17

Ion you suppose am Olu enough
to be proof against such things?"
We'll, don't know, Hilton. to tell
you the truth. You see, japanese
women are different You're only hui
man, after all. I'd advise you to marry
her--for awhile, of course, as you did
the other one"
II have an idea." Hilton said. with
some hesitancy. that am too old
for another affair of that kind.
thought of settling downfall is,
intended returning to America, and
er--marrying"
What are you waiting for, Them"
He flung himself restlessly across
couch, staring moodily at the fusuma
What do you say to our leaving
next week."
Good"
house in the MEANWHILE" his friend
advised
Hilton did not answer.
He found her in field blazing with
vivid burning glory of natan and
azalea- blossoms. She saw him com
ing toward her, and stopped down
among the long grasses to hide from
him. The man was intoxicated with
his hunger for her, and caught her in
his arms with all his pent-up love and
passion
"Kiku," he whispered, II tried to
stay away. / could not Don't you
understand" He was holding her
close to him now, and covering her
face with passion of kisses. II love
you! love you! love you!" he
began, murmuring in her ear.
The girls eyes were fixed full on his
face. He caught the eflish, searching
full gaze, and for a moment released
her. She stopped to pick up the scat
tered blossoms that had fallen.
The girl shivered, and her face grew
suddenly white
go way" she cried, with almost
an imploring note In her voice. II
don wanter tell you. | thing 1t bes'
nod. No, / nod tell you-aeverything
Besides, | nod Zig you vaery much.
JUS idle bit now. At first | hate
hate with all my heart! Now / YER
sawry-ver' sawry thad, thad l bin
unltin'. Tha's account you unkin' too"
81 unkind!" he repeated, stupidity.
II don't understand, Kiku-san?"
mo, you nod onderstan'," she said,
in despair. What kin | do? Oh,
pitiful Kwannon! help me! | thing
/ tell you. l bin mos vaery unhappy
long time now. because aeverybody
hate me. Account l loog lig Amer
lean. You nod understand? No? My
fadder''-she paused moment-"he
leave my modder. We vaery unhappy
so thad she goin' to die. Then wen
she die l worg, worg hard at the fac
tory, an here. Nobody Zig me account
my fadder American, an l thing ac-
count thad | goin' hate all Americans
foraever, because my fadder vaery
wigged, because he mex my moddeI
suffer! And me? | suffer, too"
4 grayness had crept over Hilton's
face He felt suddenly weak and old
"You still nod underestimate" she
asked Her hands had fallen from his
nov. and he had staggered back few
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mot yeti" he said, family.
Then ! tell YOU" she said, firmly,
81 nod Zig you because wen you come
here someone thad know my modder
wen she alive point at you and say:
'Thad you fadder!'"
The silence that was between them
now was horrible. 1t suddenly as
sumed savage mockery by the wild
singing of nightingale which flew
over their heads and trilled aloud its
: song Of gladness.
The man could not speak. He stood
looking out in front of him with q
pitiful look of horror, and only hall
comprehension on his face.
After awhile the girl continued:
"Firs | thing | will tell you. Then
remember my modder and how on
happy she be, and how hard l worg
all those years vile you have so much
rich, an then hate you forever and
bury all sawry for you in my heart, an
hate all mems from the west, for.
aever so TOOL of conceit. Tna's lial
thad | say / twenty-five years old.
thing now thad my time como to fool
thing revenge my modder
,, thing mex you suffer lig her
You nod understan'? Always she have
pain here" She clasped her hant
over her heart. and then continued
YEARLY: "Tha's account you itch hel
to luf you. | nod understand tina
fiddle word vaery much. AeyerybodS
5 say | nod have aeny heart. All hare
3 daed. Thas account l luf only ny
= modder, an she die. An | also hiatt
4 you thad you kill that modder."
Through the mists of pain and hor
ror that had overcome him the mem
4 DRY of dead days were coming back Il
. Hilton. He could not think of Kiku
e san now as his own child-his yer,
a own blood-he would not!
"You must be mistaken" His vote
y sounded strange, even to his own ears
MY child died-they told me So"
The girl laughed bitterly.
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