The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1911-01-18

fruition on a romantic soil. He took
out a cigar case and struck match
with shaking fingers. Had it even
come to clandestine rendezvous? She
had gone one way, the man another!
Gradually, out of the wrack emerged
his dominant impulse, caution. He had
many things to learn; he must find out
how the land lay. He must move
slowly, re-establish the old, easy, in
formal footing. Above all he must lay
himself open to no chance OF definite
refusal. A plan began to take shape.
His telegram had told he he would ar
rive in Tokyo next day. Meanwhile
he would find out what Phil knew.
He left the train at Yokohama un-
der cover of the crowd. In a half
hour he was aboard his yacht. Two
hours later he sat down to order his
dinner on the terrace of the hotel,
cool, unruffled, Immediately groom
ed. A hundred yards from the hotel
great floating wharves had been built
out into the water. They were gaily
trimmed with bunting and electric
lights in geometrical designs. A
series of arches f1anked them, and
these were covered with twigs Of
ground pine. Ware had guessedu these
decorations were for the European
Squadron of Dreadnaughts, OF whose
arrival today's newspapers had been
full.
AS he looked over the menu, a man
sitting near by rose and came to him
with outstretched hand. He was Com
mander Dekay, a naval attache whom
Ware had known in Europe. They had
met again, few days since, at kyoto,
He Hospitality insisted on the others
joining his own party of five.
Ware was not gregarious and to-
night was in a sullen mood. But, with
his habtual policy, he thrust this
beneath the surface and in another mo-
ment was bowling to the introductions:
Baroness Stroloff, her sister, a chic
young matron whose natural habitat
seemed to be Paris; the ubiquitous
and popular Count Voynich, and a
statuesque American girl, whose name
Ware recognized as that of a clever
painter of Japanese children.
so you have just arrived, Mr..
Ware?" the Baroness said. II hope
you're not one OF those terrible two
days-in-Japan tourists who spoil all OF
our prices for u.s.
Il expect to stay month or more, "
he said. And as for prices, shall
put up as good a battle as | can
The talk flew briskly hither and
thither, Swimming the froth of the
capital causerie; recent additions to
the official set, the splendid new ball
room at the German embassy, and the
increasing importance Of Tokyo as a
diplomatic center-the coming Imperi-
al Cherry Viewing Garden Party,
the annual palace duck hunt at the
Shin-Hama preserve, and-at last!-
the arrival of the new beauty of the
American embassy.
"a real one!" commented Voynich,
screwing his eye-glass in more tightly.
And that means something in the
tourist season.
Wares fingers flattened on the stem
of his glass of yellow chartreuse as
the artist said: 1--WE are in the throes
of new sensation at present, Mr.
Ware; a case of love at first sight.
It's really a lot rarer than the novel
lists make out, you know! We are all
tremendously interested"
but he knows her, said Voynich.
THE other evening in Tokyo, Mr..
Ware, Miss Fairfax mentioned having
met you. She is from Virginia, !
think"
Ware bowed. "She is very good to
me-" he said. And SO Miss
Fairfax has met her fate in Japan?'
well, rather!" said the artist. Il
hear betting is even that she'll accept
him inside a fortnight"
Ware slipped his liquer with
tinge of relief. Evidently the world
of Tokyo had not yet discovered that
the new arrivals first name was that
of his yacht.
"Daunt doesn't play according to
Hoyle," grumbled Voynich. shes a
guest of his own chief and he ought to
give the others half chance. He
lives in the Embassy Compound, too,
confound him! He monopolizes her
at the Review the other
day! He's an American trust.
shall challenge him.
The voice of DeKay broke in:
"Coppery hair and pansy brown
eyes, a skin like snOwdrift caught
blushing, and mouth like the smile
Of red flower! A girl that ROmney