Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1911-04-18
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Two battle shipsr' he said suddenly,
wheeling in his seat. with the human
lives on theml Perhaps even war be-
tween two or more nations! Gods of my
ancestors! All this to hang on the loyal
ty of a mere girl!'
The ambassador, pacing the floor.
snapped the lid of his watch. 1T must
still be close to two hours of sunrise" he
said in an agitated voice. Surely there
is timer
The admiral was consulting an almanac
when the aide re-entered. Here is a
telegram" he said. Put it on the wire
at once II must arrive before US"
"Excellency," said the aide, 1.-THE train
is not possible. The service to Yokohama
ceased at 6 o'clock. The rains-there is a
washout."
| His chief pondered swiftly. "It must be
left to others, than. Call up the emerg-
ency long distance for yokohama and
give me a clear wire at once to the gov
errors residence. must make the tele-
graphic instructions fuller" He bent over
the desk.
Trepidation was on the aides face
when he returned this time.
! "Excellency the accident to the line
was the failure of the bridge over the
Rolxuga-gawa. 1t carried both the tele-
graph and telephone conduits. No wire
viii be working before noon tomorrow"
/ The admiral half rose. He stretched
out his hand, then drew it back.
1.-THE wirelessr exclaimed the ambassa-
dor.
The aids troubled voice replied. What
ever the necessity he knew that it was a
crucial one.
THE mast was displaced by today's
earthquake" he said. THE system is
| temporarily useless"
There was a moment of blank silence.
The admiral sat staring straight before
him. The only sign of agitation was his
labored breathing.
"Can a horse get through"
The other shook his head. mot under
three hours 1t would have to be by de-
tour-and there are no relays"
"A motor carr"
'1mpossible,7 exclaimed the ambas-
sador by the long road and in better
weather my Mercedes can not do it un-
der so minutes"
The admiral lifted himself from his
chair. His eyes were bloodshot and on
his forehead tiny veins had sprung out
in branching clusters of purple.
I'm the name of ShakaI Yokohama
harbor but a handful of miles away.
and cut off entirely? 1t must be reached,
tell you'll 1t must be reached!' His
voice was low-pitched, but terrible in
its intensity. Drive TO the Naval col
lege and ask for 20 cadets-its swiftest
runners-to be sent after you to SHIN
bashi A locomotive can take them as
far as the river. If there are no sam
pan, they can swim. Make demand in
authority. Not a minute is to be lostp'
He put what he had been writing into
the aides hand Read this in the car
riage IL will serve as instruction.
The aide thrust the paper into his
breast and vanished. The admiral look
ed about him through stiffened, half
closed eyelids. Then, under the stress,
it seemed, of a mighty shudder-the
very soul of that overwhelming certain
\ ty of the peril awaiting the red dawn
on that bungalow roof above the Yoho-
hama anchorage-the racial impassivity.
the restraint and repression of emotion
that long generations of ingram habit
have made second nature to the Japa-
nese, suddenly crumbled. He struck his
hand hard against the desk.
HAS not japan toiled and borne
enough, that this shame must come to
her?' His deep voice shook. Your ex-
/ cellency-Mr Daunt-in all this land
where heroism is haclSneyed and sacri-
fee fetish, there is no prince or coolie
who to turn aside this peril. would not
/ give his body to the torture. Yet must
we sit here helpless at Darumas! If
man but had wings!"
! Daunt stiffened. He felt his heart
beat to his temples. He started to his
feet with an exclamation.
"But man has wings" he cried
! What of the long hours of toll and
experiment. the gray mornings on Aoya-
ma parade ground when his Glider had
carried him circling above the tree tops !?
Could he do it? With no other word he
I darted to the hall. They heard his flying
/ feet on the gravel and quick command
to a betto The wind tossed back the
word into the strained quiet.
Aoyama" exclaimed the ambassador,
as the hoof-beats, dashed to an anguish
of speed. died into silence. His Gid
er!'
A sudden hope flashed into the adj
m!raFs face.
THE gods of Nippon aid him. he
said.
CHAPTER XLVII.
Whom the Gods Destroy.
There was one whose guilty eyes
were closed to the red danger so near.
In the house in the Street-of-the-Misty
Valley. under the green mosquito net
ting. Phil lay in log-like slumber. The
soft light of the paper andon flowed
over the gay wadded fton. the hand