Los Angeles herald., 1906-04-01
A Cherry Bud in a Foreign Land

The last syllable was lost in the merry ring
of her laughter
L saw him often teaching her English and
French. In those happy hours he looked like
male mother mad with ecstasy over the first fall
ter1ng words of his baby. He was very proud
OF her; and day by day she rewarded him with
the discovery of the hidden treasures of her
simple heart.
Twice winter chained water; twice spring set
it free and gave it songs; twice chrystanthemums
decked their little garden; and they famed
away two summers. They were too much in
love to think of marriage-if that were possible.
Those were happy days for him-for her.
".
Then there little piece of paper into
that studio-to that nest, to speak more cor
rectly, of art and couple of spring buds. Upon
that paper was a message that came from the
other side of the world. Since the receipt
of it Sidney White never the same man.
And poor Tome only wondered. 1t was
rude, to her Japanese way of thinking to ask
many things of man, and then, if he loved
her, he would tell her all she ought to know
without her ever asking. So she was silent
sad, because he was sad.
Come with me, o Tome-san," he said to her
morning.
Where we going"
Il have found nest for you. And I want
you to if you like it or not"
And they walked up the hill side of Kobe
City
'You see, sweetheart" he explained to her,
"I have always thought that you would like
to have cottage all your own. And think
I've found it. Well furnish it as you like, and
there you do whatever you want. 1 will
come and see you there very often, and we won't
be bothered with people who come to my studio;
for | am going to keep my studio as it is"
They saw the cottage, whose veranda laughed
full-mouthed towards the entrance of the famous
inland Sea of Japan.
D Tome was delighted with it. 1t was ar
ranged that everything would be put in order
within a week, and at the end of that time o
Tome was to move into it.
"But why don't you move your studio too? /
miss the pictures SO much" she said to him.
"Oh, sweetheart, you will have all the pic.
lures you want. You see, I don't want any of
my studio friends bothering at the cottage"
1t was about seventeen days since Sidney
White received n cablegram stating that his pa
rents would bring out his wife with them to
join him in Japan, where he seemed to be max
ing such prolonged study. Sidney expected
them seven days ahead. 0 Tome was to move
to her cottage four days hence.
She could speak English fuently now, and
nothing charmed the artist as the honey words
from her lips.
Her head nesting in his breast, her left arm
around his neck, and the fingers of her right
hand going astray in the maze of his hair, max
ing the long, wavy locks ripple like the COLDER
surface of sunlt sea, she was murmuring:
"Dear, you have such pretty hair; it's like
the halos of saints you paint"
There was the sound Of many steps in the
hail. The housemaid never allowed anyone to
enter the studio without seeing if the artist were
ready to receive a visitor But this time the
steps came steadily towards the door of the
studio Just as o Tome leaped off the lap of
Sidney the door flew open.
There was a vigorous swish of a skirt
"Sidney!" exclaimed stronger voice than
the dreamy melody of Tones throat. And
he was lost behind the futter and whirl of
foreign millinery. A resoundng kiss.
"Great heaven, Kate!' gasped husky voice.
"a surprise party my boy!" shouted his father
in the doorway. eve did surprise you--ha
ha! hal"
Mrs. White released him at last. She turn.
example. The slim figure of o Tome stopped
her eyes. At once they flashed back at Sidney
and found him ashy, all in tremor. Something
hard entered the blue of her laughing eyes,
'Pray, who is that, Sidney?" Her voice sound
ed like the breaking of an icicle.
Sidney was a human fame in an instant He
stammered.
Husband, for heavens sake" cried the lady,
and then, turning to o Tome roughly, "Who
are your?
81 am just his model madam she said quietly
in English with her head down. 'AIr. White
wanted to paint me-"
She walked out noiselessly.
That was the last time Sidney White saw
o Tome Yes, he is hunting for her now
ever hunting. But 7 think he would find an
insane asylum long before he would Tome
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