The Montgomery advertiser., 1906-12-02
oSANA SAWS ADVENTURE.
By Constance D'Arcy AIacIkay.


 It was a bright spring noon. Sum light poured down over the quaint elisten Ing roofs of the little town of Yaceo: mlsts rose and melted from the encireling rice fields; the perfume oI cherry blossoms was upon the wind an cratic wind that blew in breath snatching puffs, and twirled the little fans in the black polished eUiffufa of Osana San as she toddled dainty aIong g the street in her laoquered sandals. Her blue and gold kimonO caught the sunlight with a gleam; her huge red sash. tied in butterfly bow, added a daring note of color, and her gayIv lowered paper parasol made just the background for her delicate oval face. Her skin was the cream of ivory faint ly tinted with ToseN Her mouth was like a scarlet lily, and her slantih x eyes were like dark jewels. very som- bre, but with a brilliant gllnt in their depths.
 She looked as if she had stepped straight out of the Mikado\ or off a Satsltma vase declared Mrs. NCarring- ton, the wife of the American consul, glancing up from the luncheon table to watch the passing of Osana San. she's the very essence of this beautiful Japan"
 She's delicious" agreed Mir. Caring ton, "and the American words and phases you have taught her make her doubly so. She gives a twist to them she could teach our American women good many things--she's so demure and quiet and contented."
 Yet. had Mir Darlington but known it. contented was precisely what Csana san was not A perfect crater of un- rest burned in her little soul Her hlood raced In time to the pulse of evr aa eb "a sleepy, half deserted streets of Yacco there was nothing in the world for which she fonged so much as for an adventure And she had her, wish As she passed the door of a tea cup shop the wind gave sudden gust, blowing her paper parasol Inside out an wrenching 1t from her hand A whirl of dust filled her eyes. and shc shut them with a quick blink When she opened them she saw a tall man in blue serge standing In front of her He was holding her parasol.
 T think this Is yours" he said, smil- ing pleasantly.
 "A thousand thank yous.' murmured Osana San in her very best English. fear my humble parasol has given your illustrious self a great trouble"
 "A great pleasure, believe me-" he answered Then, with a long look at Osana San, he raised his hat and went back into the tea cup shop.
 "Oh" brcathed Osana san, rubbing her smooth fingers up and down the bamboo handle where his hands had touched it. How tall and handsome he was, and how broad shouldered! She had seen few American men save Mir. Darlington; for Yacco. ,uoush not far from Tokio. was off the main line and so inaccessible that travellers seldom came there, Mir Darlington. moreover, was old. with wriukled face and white hair. while IS stranger was younE--divinelY young, with way of looking--the rose deepened In her cheek as she remembered it. It was a day Of marvris And there were more tO come: for standing near by. sc near that it was a wonder she had not no- ticed It. was a strange object such as osana San had never seen before. She guessed 1t to be one of the horseless carriages of which Mrs. Darlington had told her. She Eazed a it. fasci- mated And then 2 wild idea took pos session of her She wondered how it would seem to sit On tue cushioned leather seat She gave buried glance tip and down the street, There was ho one in sight, In the tea cup