The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1910-11-16

ance deep lines had etched them
selves giving to his coldly repellant
look an expression of malignant force
and intention.
All at once there came chirp from
the cage in the corner and it's tiny oc-
cupant, walked by the electric light,
burst into song as clear and joyous as
though before it's free wing lay all the
meads of Eden. A look more human,
soft and almost companionable, came
into it's masters massive face. Ber-
sonin rose and, whistling, opened the
cage door and held out an enormous
forefinger. The little creature stepped
on it, and, held to his cheek, it rub
bed it's feathered head against it. For
moment he crooned and whistled
to it, then held his finger to the cage
and it obediently resumed its perch
and it's melody. The expert took a
dark cloth from a hook and threw it
over the cage and the song ceased.
Bersonin went to the door of the
room and fastened it, then unlocked a
desk and spread some papers on the
table. One was chart, drawn to the
minutest scale, of the harbOr of Yoko-
hama. On it had been marked a group
of projectile-shaped spots suggesting a
fotilla of vessels at anchor. For long
time he worked absorbedly, setting
down figures, measuring with infinite
pains, computing angles-always with
reference to q small square in the
maps inner margin, marked in red.
He covered many sheets of paper with
his calculations. Finally he took an
other paper from the safe and COM
pared the two. He lifted his head with
lok of satisfaction.
Just then he thought he heard a
slight noise from the hall. Swiftly
and noiselessly as a great cat he
crossed to the door and opened it.
Ishida sat in his place scratching
laboriously with foreign pen.
Bersonin's glance of suspicion al
tered. what are you working at so
industriously, 1shida?" he asked.
1t was an ode to the coming squad
ron. Bersonin read it:
Welcome, foreign men-of-war!
| Young and age,
Man and woman,
| None but you welcome!
And how our reaches know you but
to satisfy,
Nor the Babylon nor the Partisan you
to treat,
Be it ever so humble,
Yet tidbit with our heart!
What may not be accomplishment
Rising-Sun?
"By H. Ishida, with best compliment.
Bersonin laid it down with a word
of appreciation. well done," he said.
"You will be famous English schol-
ar before long," He went into the
dressing room, but an instant later
recollected the papers on the table.
The servant was in the laboratory
when his master hastily reentered; he
was methodically removing the coffee
tray.
Alone once more, Ishida reseated
himself at his small desk He tore the
poem carefully to small bits and put
init hn h9Skpr
Then, rubbing the cake of India-ink
on it's stone tablet, he drew mass OF
Japanese writing toward him and, with
brush held vertically between thumb
and forefinger, began to trace long,
delicate characters at the top of the
first sheet In the Japanese phrase
this might literally have been trans
lated as follows:
cross-current Of, Laying Water Thun-
der on, Work Effect
Left Hand Respectfully
Which in conventional English is to
say:
A Study Of cross-currents in Their Ef.
feet on Submarine Mines
Submitted with Difference
This finished, he sealed it in an en-
velope, took a book from the breast OF
his kimono and began to read. Its COW
err bore the words: Second English
Primer in words OF Two Syllables."
Its inner pages, however, belied the
legend. 1t was Mahan's Influence Of
Sea Power on History"
Yet Lieutenant Ishida of the Japan
csc Imperial Navy, one time student
in Monterey, California, now in Spec
ial Secret Service, read abstractedly.
He was wondering why Doctor Ber-
sonin should have in his possession
a technical naval chart and what was
the meaning of certain curious mark.
ings he had made on it.
CHAPTER x.
In a Garden Of Dreams.
In the garden the moons faint light