The Waxahachie daily light. [volume] (Waxahachie, Tex.) 1894-current, 1911-03-25
Copyright by American Press Asso-
citation, 1Ql1.

The Japanese servant moved noise
lessly about the studio, bringing order
out of the cnaos that always followed
one of his masters busy days The
priceless oriental rugs We're straight
ened the window draperieS carefully
adjusted 10 admit the fading glory Of
reflected sunset and Nasoei vanished
from the room at the moment Ethan
Stanley entered from the adjoining
bedchambcr
The young man surveyed the luXurt
Gus appointments of the studio with
disconnected frown on his handsome
face. With knitted brows he crossed
the room to the easel where his last
picture was hidden by a curtain.
Presently be dropped the curtain and
turned to fluid the japanese standing
at attention in the doorway.
what Is it, NasogiT asked Stanley
THE telephone calls, sir replied the
I man
'Who Is iti'
MIR. Clayton. sir"
"Ah, how are you, BobT' Stanley
was saying over the wire. Certainly
Delighted Bring the whole crowd. !
was going to dine alone, but Nasog
is "a magician and can spread feast
for dozen. Eight-thirty. Good Be
sure to bring your fiddle, Goodby.
"Nasogi, Mr.. Clayton and four friends
Il ,,,tth tortiobf a GstIt
/ VIII ulne WIN me tohisht at sou
/ There will be three ladies' III the com
L pany Can you manage 1t In three
| hoursY He looked at his watch.
"SIost certainly. sir 1t will be
| ra,ar ar tho bour VIII 90 to the
| ta;a.otru Ia on in
market again iilhieui'o'' o." -
slant the JapaheSe n"' p""eu nii'''''
from the room ana Stanley was aiohe
He flung himself into Il deep char ana
lighted pipe
The pagoda shape or stone lantern
was outlined against tbe tWlllsht
space of the window aud reminded
Stanley Of the gray day he had hrsf
seen It in a neglected garden beyond
the gates of Tokyo II was what he
had been looking for ever since he had
come to Japan. He might have bought
score of stone lanterns In the orien-
tai shops Of New York. but his par
ticular stone lantern must be found
by himself in some place where it had
stoodin the garden of some home OF
among the ruins of n temple. THESE
things have associations or they coni,
III md no place IN ms foitectioh
IN -. - - "a ,s.,.,,,a -,
Nl ~ the eitv with his favoritt ricksha
man between the shafts. and when t
first light shower came the runner b.
turned into tiny tangled gard
where small house stood deserft
among the plum trees
AZ Stany ,onnd se - -
=. n,,arrr,y,, ,,,,th some cIinoinc vine
/ ..yrba au,ns This housey he asked
opicklv
The runner named man in the
| noiohhorbood s.It was his daughter
who lived In the house with her Ius-
hand They were newly married. and
they called it the abode of peace and
low But the husband went away to
war. and he never came back The
daughter lives with her parents. an in
consolable widow, and the little house
is a place Of sorrow"
Stanley thought over the little trag-
edy that had been briefly played out
here. and then when the rain had stop
ped he sought the house OF the owner
and found it easy to purchase the
stone lantern.
"My daughter viii be glad. 1t
prjeves her TO see even a distant
climpse of her former abode. | shall
fear down the house one day and turn
the Mace into playground, said the
dipnified old gentleman.
II was dark now. and his pipe had
gone out Stanley switched on the
electrics and then extinguished them.
lighting in their place several softly
shaded lamps.
As he dressed for dinner he won
dsred ;d,v who taa eirI was thot The
Clavtons were bringing with them
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