The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1910-11-02

herself mistress of a liberal fortune
and her own future. Her uncle, Blshol
America, and as Japan was the scene
of her parents romance. Barbara de
cides to visit that county, and fulfill {
desire, long in her heart, to see the
beautiful land where her father anc
mother met and loved, and where hel
father died She is to be the CUES
Of Patricia cambridge, daughter of the
American Ambassador Duke Daunt
whom she met a few years before, is II
Japan as secretary of the Embassy
For the sake of college memories, NJ
of Austen, to lead a better life, bu
Philip is fast getting into the clutches
of DR.. BerSOnin a dangerous scientist
Austen Ware is suitor for the hanC
in the harbor when the bishop an(
Barbara arrive.
Three students in the uniform OF
some lower school with foreign jack
brass buttons, sat in row on the op
posite side. Each had a cap like a
cadets with gilt cherry blossom on
its front and all watched Barbara
movelessly. Between them a little
boy sat on the edge of the seat, his
clogs hanging from the thong between
his bare toes, the sleeves Of his XII
mono bullying with bundles. He stared
as if hypnotized at curl of Bar
bara's bronze hair which lay against
the cushion. Once he stretched out
a hand furtively to touch it, but
drew it back hastily.
If could only talk to him." Bar
bara exclaimed. 81 want to know the
language. Tell me, Patsy-how long
did it take you to learn?"
"I?" cried Patricia in comical amaze
ment Heavens and earth, l haven't
learned it! l only know enough to
badger the servants. You have to turn
yourself inside out to think Japanese
and then stand on your head to talk
it."
Never mind, Barbara said the
bishop, looking up from his newspa-
per. You can learn it if you insist
on it. Haru would be capital teach
er-bless my soul, believe l forgot
to tell you about herr"
who is Haru?" asked Barbara.
She's young Japanese girl, the
daughter of the old samurai who sold
us the land for the chapel. The family
is fine old one, but OF frayed for
tune. was greatly interested in her,
chiefly, perhaps, because she is a
Christian. She became so with her
fathers consent, though he is Budd-
hist. She isn't of the servant class,
of course, but | thought-if you liked
she would make an ideal companion
for you while you are learning Tokyo
81 know Haru,' said Patricia.
"She's dear! She's as pretty as a
picture, and her English is too quaint"
1T would be lovely to have her."
Barbara answered. you're very
thoughtful man, Uncle Arthur. Are
you sure she'll want to-"
"I'll send her note and ask her
to come to you at the Embassy this
evening. Then-all aboard for the Jap
anese lessons!"
'No such wisdom for me, thank
yOu,' said Patricia. Il prefer to take
mine in through the pores. All the
Japanese officials speak English any
way, just as much as the diplomatic
corps. BY the way, there's Count
Voynich, the Servian charge She
nodded toward the farther end of the
carriage where bored-looking Euro
pean plaintively regarded the land
scape through monoce. He's nice"
she added refiectively, but he's a
dyspeptic. ! caught him one night at
dinner dropping a capsule into his
soup"
A man passed hastily through the
carriage leaving trail of small pam
phlets bound in green paper with gold
lettering - an advertisement of a
health resort, printed in English for
the tourist. Barbara opened one
curiously. She looked up with a mer-
ny eye,
Here's paragraph for you, Uncle
Arthur" she said. Listen:
This place has other modern mon
uments, first and second class hotels
and many sea-scapes. In one quarter
are a number of missionaries, but
they can easily be avoided"
do let us credit that to difficulties
OF the language he protested. I'm
sure that must have been meant com
plimentarily.
But what a contradiction" put in
Patricia wickedly.
WELL" he retorted. my baker has
a sign on his wagon, The biggest
loafer in Tokyo He means that well,
too"
A shrill whistle, slamming of
doors. and now the gray roofs fell
away. Barbara glimpsed the very