Montour American. (Danville, Pa.) 1866-1920, 1907-02-14

had told her. She gaZed at IL, fascl-
mated. And then a wild idea took pos
session of her she wondered how 1t
leather seat. She gave hurried
glance up and down the street There
was no one in sight. In the teacup
shop the young American was busily
selecting china. His back was turned
toward her He would never know.
Swiftly she made up her mind and
stepped into the motor.
Now | am like an American girl"
she said to herself. intoxicated with
the newuese of the thing. She heard
a heavy step in the shop behind her
and started up guiltily. Her moment
Of stolen sweetness was over. But alas
for OSana san, In her haste the wide
sleeve of her Eimono caught on the
lover Of the machine She ierked 1t.
nnd the misrh O.. was done. Quietly
the Harh.u- DcEan rolling along the
street, For uH.i.e she was too dazed
- ScrraiI. alli wien she found voice
Size ..J, already on the outskirts of
ls.rp 1he road stretched on miles
ah-l.!. as straight ANA white as long
G,h,Ju \ Iabo"cr toling in the rice
!.,.. aiscd his head I, look at her.
'Oni Oai.' She cried in japanese
.ri2. ne, stop me"' The man stared
it Eer stupidity, too amazed to move,
H-.i she sped past him. Her hands
t.Hr red about the nickel plated Won
GJi- tie motor like pair of fright
e-is. D;rdS. Perhaps if she pressed
5JJr,lia it would stop Very eau
iIo -. -a' IrIeT. Inc result was Il
l,It "IIouI. hJlk. ear piercing and
terrible. Osana san crouchcd on the
set With sob of utter despair and
hci, leSSur;s. On and on she went,
pasi rice fields and low lying marshes
where cranes flew, calling diSmally to
one another; past little thatched farm
houses sheltered from the midday
glare by clumps Of graceful bamboo
OS3na San was becoming desperate.
Something must be done. Gathering
her courage together, she pushed and
pulled at all the contrivances she could
lay hands on, and luck favored her.
In front Of a lonely wayside temple
the motor came to sudden stop.
With a great breath of relief, Osana
san alighted. Tears We're still glisten-
n@ on her cheeks Here in the Shad-
ow Of the temple / will be safe" she
said, and | will wait till the august
and honorable stranger comes for his
most terrifying machine
But when the stranger. whose name
was Douglass Morton, arrived In a jim
rikisha some hours later he found
Osana San cuddled up on the temple
steps fast asleep.
Poor little frightened butterfly" he
murmured. THANK heaven she's safe!
It's pity to waken her"
Osana San opened her eyes and saw
him bending over her.
Most august" she fatered, my
name is Osana San. and my unworthy
curloSit, =
"rhat'S all right" Morton said heart
lily 4 understood how 1t happened
and all you're going to tell me, except
how In thunder You had wit enough to
stop the machine Since you're safe,
nothing else matters. and | bless all
the gods Of Japan that this road Is as
straight rs string. OtherwiSe-well
we won't think Of that Besides, there
Is much els, to talk of Do you be-
licve in love 1t first sight, Osana SAM"
Osana San shook her glossy head
My poor intelligence does not com
prehend your illustrious words" she
answered
Morton laughed.
Il haven't time to pick ii out of the
phrase book now" he said, but I'll
explain it later if it takes me all the
rest of my life to do it, or perhaps
Mr.. Darlington, the American consul,
will explain it for me. He knows my
family, and he ought to do me a good
turn. You won't be afraid to ride back
with me. will you, Osana San? The
auto can't run away with you now, you
know"
So back they went TO Yacco, while
the shadows of night deepened among
the bamboo. and the moon rose, look
inc as large and red as Il paper Ian
tern And Il week later, IN the Car
rngtons pretty drawing room, Doug
lass Morton urged his impetuous suit
When O%ana san finally understood
his maaninE she grew rs pink as