Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1911-03-10

THE WOMAN OF SoREK.
+ And as TO the foreigner named Philip
Ware. that is all you known"
THAT is all, Ish.da-San," Haru an
swered.
They stood in the cryptomeria shadows
of Reinanzaka hill, from which he had
stepped to her side as she came from
the embassy gate. 1t was dark, for the
moon was not yet risen. and the even
ing was very still. One sleepy semi
dubbed in the foliage and in the narrow
street at the foot of the hill. with its
glimmering shot. she could hear the
fairy tinkle of wind bells in the caves.
Her quick, clever brain and finely at
tuned perception read what lay beneath
his questionsA The great European ex-
pert whom Japan herself employed, and
the young foreigner who had kissed her
that day in the bamboo lane-were they,
then, objects of question to that won
derful, many-sided governmental ma
chine which was lifting Japan into the
front rank of modern nations? Although
she had never shared the disfavor with
which her father viewed her lovers
duties. she had wondered at his present
apparently mental position. Tonight she
was gaining a quick glimpse beneath the
surface He told her nothing of the de-
tails which, though he could not himself
have built a tangible indictment from
them, had one by one chung together into
a sharp suspicion that embraced the two
men But the agitation she felt in his
words had had sent quick thrill through
her, had tapped that deep racial well of
feeling, the Yamato Damashii, which is
the Japanese birthright. She felt sud-
den passionate wish that she, though a
woman, might pour herself into the
mighty stream of effort-though she be
but a whirling cherry petal in the great
wind of her nations destiny. He had
come to her for any shred of informa-
ton that might add to his knowledge Of
the youth who was now Bersonin's sat
elite. But she had been able to tell him
nothing. She had often seen the huge
expert-his automobile had changed past
her that morning-but till tonight she
had not even known the others name or
where he lived THAT is all, Ishida-San.'
1t hurt her to say these words.
She bowed to his ceremonious fare
well. slim, misty figure that stood list
ening to his rapid footsteps till they
died in the darkness. She walked up
the dim slope with tagging pace.
At the top of the hill, opposite the
huge. rivet-studded gate of the princess
compound, lay the lane on which the
chapel stood. An evening service was
in progress and the faint sound of the
organ was borne to her. AS she turned
into the darker shade she was aware of
two pedestrians coming toward her
of a voice which she recognized with a
shiver of apprehension. The sentry box
by the great gate stood close at hand.
II was empty, and she stepped into 1T.
DR. Bersonin and Phil paused at the
turning, while the latter lit cigar
from a match which he struck on the
sentry box. Haru's' heart was in her
throat, but her dark kimono blent with
the wood and the flash that showed her
both faces Blinded her eyes.
Seer said the doctor. mile away,
from the low lying darkness or Hibiya
park. stream of fireworks shot to the
zenith, to explode silently in clusters OF
colored balls. 1.-The first rocket in hon
or of the squadroni"
Tomorrow the admiral has an impe-
rial audience" said Phil, land the SUI
perior officers are to be decorated"
'So." said the other in a low. malIg-
nant voice. And I--who have design
ed Japan's turrets and cheapened her
arsenal processes may not wear the
Gordon and Star of the Rising Sum- In
the darkness a smile of malice crossed
his face, we shall see if she will