The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1910-10-26

to Japan had been made on the same
vessel that carried her uncle, and they
two had thus become comrades. The
latter had been an enthusiastic young
missionary, one of a few chosen
spirits sent to defend a far tield-case-
ment thrown forward by the batteries
of Christendom. His sister had come
out to visit him and few months
later had married his friend.
Such was the story, as Barbara
knew it, of her father and mother-a
love chapter which had soon closed
with a far-away grave by the Inland
Sea. Her fancy had made of her
father a pathetic figure. AS child,
she had dreamed of some day placing
monument to his memory in the
Japanese capital. She possessed only
one picture of him, tiny profile pho
tograph which she wore always in a
locket engraved with ner name. 1t
showed dark face, clean-shaven,
finely chiseled and passionate, with
the large, full eye Of the dreamer. She
had liked to think it looked like the
paintings of St. John. Perhaps this
thought had caused the projected mon
ument to take form of Christian
chapel. From nebulous idea, the
plan had become a bundle OF blue
prints, which she had sent to her
uncle, with the request that he pur-
chase for her suitable site and be-
gin the building. He had done this
before his visit to America and now
| the Chapel was completed, save in one
particular-the memorial window OF
rich, stained glass slowed at that
moment in the ships hold. The bish-
op had not seen it. From some feel
ing which she had not tried to anal
we, Barbara had said nothing to him
of the Chapel's especial significance.
Now, however, at his unexpected def
erence, the feeling frayed, and she told
him all of her plan.
He gazed at her moment in a
startled fashion, then looked away,
his hand shading his eyes. When she
| finished there was long pause Wllch
made her wonder. She touched his
arm.
"You were very fond of father,
weren't you?"
yes" he said, in a tone oddly re-
strained.
And was my mother with you when
he fell in love with herr"
YES" and after pause: II mar
ried Them
Then they went to Nagasaki," she
said softly, land there-he died. You
weren't there them"
"No," he answered in a low voice.
His face was still turned away, and
she caught an unaccustomed note of
feeling in his voice.
| He left her abruptly and began to
pace up and down the deck, while
she stood watching the shore-line
sharpen, the tangled blurr of harbor
resolve and shift into manifold detail.
At length the bishop spoke again at
her elbow, now in his usual voice:
what are you going to do with that
man. Barbara"
A faint flush rose in her cheek
what man."
austen Ware
She shrugged her shoulders and
laughed-a little uneasily. What can
one do with a man when he is ten
thousand miles away"
Hes not the sort to give up a
| chase"
Gwen wild goose chase?' she
countered.
when was a boy in Virginia he
said with humorous eye, 81 used to
chase wild geese, and bag 'em, too
The bishop sauntered away, leaving
a frOwn on Barbara's brow. She had
had swift mental vision of a cold,
dark bearded face and assured bearing
that the past year had made familiar.
1t was handsome face, if somewhat
cold. Its owner was rich, his standing
was unquestiOned The fact that he
was ten years her senior had but made
his attentions the more flattering. He
had had no inherited fortune and had
been no idler; for this she admired
him. If she had not thrilled to his
declaration, so far as liking went, she
liked him. The week she left New
York he had intended a yachting trip
to the Mediterranean. When he told
her. coolly enough, that he should ask
her again in Japan, she had trea,sd it
as a jest, though knowing him quite
capable of meaning it.
A passenger leaning near her was
whistling Sally in Our Alley" under
his breath and Japanese steward
was emptying over the side vase OF
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