Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1906-05-17


to be proof against such thingsf"
well. I don't know. Hilton. to tell
you the truth. You zee. japanese
women are different. You're only hu-
man. after all. I'd advise you to marry
hsr-for awhile. OF course. ~ you did
the other one"
II have an idea" Hilton said. with
some hssitancy. that I am too old
for another AFFAIR of that kind. I
thought OF settling downfall 10. I
intended returning TO America. and
er-marrying."
what are you waiting for. thenf"
He flung himself restlessly across .
couch. staring moodily at the fusuma.
What do you say to our leaving
next week?"
Good"
Better keep away from the tea
house In the MEANWHILE" his friend
advised.
Hilton did not answer.
He found her In q field blazing with
q vivid burning glory OF natan and
axalea- 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. I could not. Don't you
understand" He was holding her
close to him now. and covering her
face with q passion OF kisses. Il love
you! love you! I love you!" he
began. murmuring In her ear.
The girls eyes were fixed full on his
face. He caught the efiish. 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. u
dom wanter tell you. thing 1t bes'
nod. No, nod tell you-aeverything.
Besides, I nod lig you vaery much.
JUS Idle bit now. At first l hate
hate with all my heart! Now ! YER
sawry-ver' sawry thad. thad l bin
unkin'. Tha's account you unkin' too"
81 unkind!" he repeated. stupidity.
81 don't understand, Kiku-san?"
mo, you nod onderstan'." she said,
in despair. what kin, do? Oh,
pitiful Kwannon! help me! I thing
l tell you. I bin mos vaery Unhappy
long time now, because aeverybody
hate me. Account I loog lig Amer
lean. You nod understand! No? My
fadder"-she paused moment-"he
leave my modder. We vaery Unhappy
30 thad she goin' to die. Then wen
she die worg. worg hard at the fac
tory, an here. Nobody lig me account
my ladder American, an l thing &C.
count thad l goin' hate all Americans
forever, because my ladder vaery
winged, because he mex my modder
suffer! And me? I suffer, too"
A grayness had crept over Hilton's
face. He felt suddenly weak and old.
you still nod understand" she
asked. Her hands had fallen from his
now, and he had staggered back few
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mot yeti" he said, family.
"Then I tell you," she said, firmly.
II nod lig 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 q nightingale which new
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 half
comprehension on his face.
After awhile the girl continued:
"Firs' I thing I will tell you. Then
I remember my modder and how on
happy she be, and how hard worg
all those years VILE you have 70 much
rich, an then hate you forever and
bury all sawry for you in my heart, an
I hate all mems from the west, for
aever 30 fool Of conceit. Tha's a liar
thad I say twenty-five years old. !
thing now thad my time come to fool.
I thing I revenge my modder. I
thing mex you suffer lig her.
You nod understan'? Always she have
main here!" She clasped her hand
over her heart. and then continued.
YEARLY: "Tha's account you itch her
to luf you. I nod understand that
liddle word vaery much. Aeverybody
say nod have aeny heart. All hard
daed. Tha's account ! luf only my
modder, an she die. An / also hate
you thad you kill that modder."
Through the mists Of pain and hor-
ror that had overcome him the men,
DRY Of dead days were coming back to
Hilton. He could not think Of Kiku-
san now % his own child-his very
own blood-he would notl
"You must be mistakeni" His voice
aounded strange. even to his own ears