The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1910-11-09
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"Funny-ne?"
"And who lives there with you?"
Haru smiled brilliantly. ooh, 5000
many peoples! Papa-San, ANUS
me-"
mo brother?"
She shook her head. my don got, u
she said. "Papa-San very angry for
because my JUS girl an no could be
kill in Port Arthur"
She spoke with smile, but the
matter-of-fact words brought sudden
ly home to Barbara something of the
flavor of the passionate loyalty, that
hot heroism and debonair contempt
of death which has been the theme of
hundred stories. do all Japanese
feel so, Haru?" she asked. Would
every father be glad to give his sons
life for Japan?"
The girl looked at her as if she
tested. "Of course! All Japan man
mos happy if to be kill for our En-
peror! Tha's for why better to be
man. Girl JUS can stay home an
wish" AS the gowns last fastening
was slipped into it's place, she turned
up her lovely oval face with smiling
sidelong look.
"Ma-a-a!" she exclaimed. How it is
beau-tee-ful! ne? Only"
"Only what?"
my thinks the Ojo-San must SUI
fer through the center!"
Laughingly Barbara caught the 9th
er's slim wrist and drew her before
the mirror. BY oriental standards the
Japanese girl was as finely bred as
herself. In the two faces, both keen
ly delicate and sensitive, yet so sharp
ly contrasted-one palely olive under
it's jetty pillow of straight. black hair,
the other fair and brown eyed,
crowned with curling gold-the ex-
tremes of East and West looked out
at each other.
"see, Haru," said Barbara. How
different we are!"
"You so more cookbook" sighed
the Japanese girl. 'My JUS like the
night"
"Ah, but moonlight night" cried
Barbara, soft and warm and full OF
secrets. When you have sweetheart
you will be far more lovely to him
than any foreign girl could be-"
Haru blushed rosily. Sweetheart
p'r'aps now" she said, all same
kind American story say bout"
"Have you really, Haru?" cried
Barbara. 81 love to hear about sweet
hearts. Maybe-some day may have
one, too. Some time you'll tell me
about him. Won't you?"
Suddenly, far below the window,
there came snarling scramble and a
savage, menacing bay. Barbara leaned
out. A tawny, long-muzzled wolf
hound, fastened to stake, glared up
at her out of red-dimmed eyes.
"Poor fellow" she exclaimed. HE
looks sick. Does he have to be tied
up?"
The japanese girl shivered. Very
bad dog" she said. "My think very
danger to not kill
The deep tone of the dinner gong
shuddered through the house and Bar
bara fastened out Patricia met her
in the hall and the two girls, with
arms about each others waists, des-
cended the broad angled stair to the
dining-room, where the Ambassador
stood, tall and spare and iron gray,
with a CONTAGIOUS twinkle in his kindly
eye.
"Wel," he asked, did you feel the
earthquake"
Barbara gave an exclamation OF dis
may. HAS there been one already?'
"Pshaw!" he said contritely. "Per
haps there hasn't You see, in Japan,
we get so used to asking that ques'
ton"
"Now Ned!" warned Mrs. Dand-
ridge. you'll have Barbara fright
ened to death. We really don't have
them so very often, my dear-and only
gentle shakes. You mustn't be dream,
ing of Messina."
There rose again on the still night
air the savage bay Barbara had heard
in her room 'I'm afraid must make
up my mind to lose ShirO,' the Am
bassador said regretfully. Hes a 81
berian wolf-hound that friend sent
me from Moscow. But the climate
doesn't agree with him, apparently
For the last two days he's seemed
really unsafe. There's famous JAP
anese dog doctor in this section, but
he's been sick himself and l haven't
liked to go to an ordinary native vet
But l shall have him looked at to-
morrow"