The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1911-02-08
"The samisen concert tonight?" she

This is a composition of my own.
leave it out here all night to harden
and then l give it three days aciC
bath that makes it as hard as steel
It'll last forever. Now, what do yOr
suppose Pm going to do with the rec
ord? Pm going to give it to YOU"
The lady beside him nodded anc
smiled. "He's been planning it ever
since he heard you say one day that
you liked samisen music" she said.
"You see,' he went on with laugh
81 haven't forgotten line Of talk your
uncle gave me my first day in Jap
land. 1t did me lot of good. l guess
what he doesn't know about it isn't
worth telling" he added with glance
at Ware.
"He is an authority, of course" said
Ware.
well, I'm an authority, too-on
monographs. And if you'd accept this
Miss Fairfax"
81 shall be delighted!' said Barbara
warmly. II shall value it very, very
highly"
She smiled back at them over her
shoulder. The frank, honest kindness
of the couple pleased her.
The piazza opened into small sit,
ting room with cool bamboo chairs and
portieres of thin green silk stenciled
with maple leaves.
"Will you wait moment, Barbara %
asked Ware. 81 have something to
show YOU"
She stopped, looking at him with a
trace of confusion. Certainly" she an.
swered. What is it,"
He put a folded paper into her
hands. To-day is the anniversary OF
our meeting" he said. This is a me.
mento"
She took it with puzzled look and
scrutinized it. Wonder filled her face.
"You have made over your yacht to
mel" she cried.
my engagement gift" he said. "She
| is your namesake; want her to be
yours"
A flush crept over her cheek. She
knew the yacht was his favorite pos
session and the action touched her
At the same time it brought swiftly
home to her, in a concrete way, a
numbing reminder of the imminence
of her marriage.
"The deed has been recorded" he
went on, land the sailing master and
crew have signed articles under the
new owner. Perhaps you will let me
come aboard of her to hear that
samisen record" he added whimsical.
lily. There's photograph in her out
fit"
She smiled, little TREMENDOUSLY;
"You are most kind, Austen" she said
Ell don't know what to say"
Then say nothing" he answered
cheerfuIly. He stepped to the door and
drew aside the portiere. She was agi-
tated, feeling unable to meet the sit.
uation in the conventional way. AT
the threshold she paused and held out
her hand.
He bent and kissed it. She half-hesi-
tated, but in the pause there was a
laughing voice and footstep in the
hall.
~It's Patsy she said and passed
quickly out
AS Ware walked back across the
foot-bridge, the proprietor of the phon.
ograph called to him.
II clean forgot to ask the young
lady where to send this record" he
said "Do you know her address,"
:It will be more or less uncertain,
fancy" said Ware. 'But her yacht is
in Yokohama harbor. 1t is named the
Barbara. You might send it there"
CHAPTER xXXvIII.
Unforgot.
The sharp sense of imminence
which had come to Barbara with Aus.
ten Wares gift remained with her that
evening. The dinner was none too
merry. For the first time Patricia
had failed to be enthused over the
Nikko matsuri, and the bishop, since
Haru's disappearance, had lacked his
usual sallies. Barbara had told him
nothing of her visit to the house in the
Street of the Misty Valley; to speak
OF it would probe her own wound too
deeply.
AS the musicians finished their last
number and trooped away, Patricia
yawned and rose. Here" she OBJ
served, "is where little Patsy puts he1
face and hands to bed. This mountain
air is perfectly demoralizing!" The
two girls went upstairs together.
Barbara threw open the window OF
her room and drew a low stool to the
balcony. With elbows on the railing