Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1911-02-03
CHAPTER XVIII.

THE TRESPASSER.
The bishop and the ambassador found
Barbara with Haru in the garden pago-
da- She sat on is wide ledge. Haru at
her feet, in dainty kimono Of pale gray
cotton-crepe with a woven pattern OF
plum blossoms. The oval Japanese face
showed no trace now Of the passionate
anger with which she had fled from
PhiTs kisses If 1t had left trace it
was hidden under the racial mask that
habitually CLOSES the surface Of Orien-
tai feeling.
When Barbara and her uncle started
on their walk-he was to show her the
chapel-the ambassador strolled with
them as far as the main gate Of the
compound. A string of carriages from
the imperial stables-each with the gold
en- chrysanthemum on its 1acqsered PAN
el-was just passing. The occupants,
some of whom were Japanese and some
foreign, were in navai uniform their
breasts covered with orders.
THE officers of the Foreign squadron,
no doubt" said the ambassador, being
shown the sights of the capital. Day
after tomorrow the minister Of marine
begins the official entertainment with
a ball in their honor. You will enjoy
that, Barbara"
~ WISH" said the bishop. that the
pessimists who are so fond OF talking Of
diplomatic strain could see Japanese
welcome The stay of these officers will
be one long festivity. Yet to read
Continental journal you would think
every other Japanese was carrying a
club for use If they ventured ashore"
The ambassador watched the cavaIcade
thoughtfully. For weeks, the newspa-
ers of Euroean capitals had talked of
conflicting interests and unreconciled
differences between the two countries.
He knew that there was little in this, In
fact, save the journalistic necessity for
news" and a nervousness that seems
periodically to Cypress highly strung
chanceries as 1t does individuals. Be-
meath this surface current, diplomacy
had gone it's even, temperate way, undfs-
turbed. But as a traineu diplomatist he
knew that the most baseless rumor, If
too long persisted in, had grave danger
and he had welcomed the coming OF the
squadron, for the sake of the effect on
foreign public opinion, of the lavish and
open-hearted hospitality which Japan
would offer 1t. When the carriages had
whirled past he babe the others good-by
and went back to his books.
walking up the sloping 'Hill-of-the
Spirit" to the tempted knoll behind 1t,
Barbara felt In tune WIN the afternoon.
AS they walked she told Of the adven-
ture Of the evening before with the wolf
hound, and of the review OF the morning,
and the bishop, shrewdly regarding her,
thought he had never seen her so beauti-
full.
what has happened-who has hap
pened, Barbara he asked, for he sudden
ly guessed he knew what that look
meant.
Her eyes dropped and rising color con-
firmed his idea. IT don't know-do
your
He took out his pocketbook and hand
ed for clipping from morning news
paper. It chronicled the arrival of the
yatch Barbara.
She looked at him out of eyes brim-
ming with laughter:
=" The time has come; the Walrus said,
To talk Of many things:
OF shoes and ships-and sealing-wax-
OF cabbages-
but not wareY' he finished "Ail
right. He'll speak for himself, no doubt,
The paper says he's at Nara; but then,
he doesn't know you are here yet. We
pushed our sailing date forward. you
remember"
They had reached the huge gate, with
its little booth in which sentry now
stood. He wears the uniform of the
Imperial Guard" the bishop said.
THAT is the residence of one of the
daughters of the emperor"
He turned into the lane that opened
opposite. 1t was hedged with some I'M
familiar thorny shrub with woolly yell
low blossoms, and a little way inside
stood an old temple gate with stone
torii She stopped with an exclama-
ton.
yes" he said. there is the chapel"
Barbara was looking opposite the
tori, where amid the Towering green, a
slanting roof lifted, holding a cross. IT
stood out. Whitley cut against the blue,
a silent witness Facing the dragon
swarming gate, it made her think of
pale martys in gorgeous pagan coun-
tries. of Paul standing before the Tenn
pie of Diana in Ephesus, and lonely |
Christian anch orites in profane lands of
green and gold.
Barbara had paused in front of the
black space for the stained-glass win |
dow.
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