The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1911-02-01
Under the trailing vine Ware slid

PACK the SnOJl anu entered Cne house.
AS he stood looking at the interior
his lip curled. He hated the cheap
ness and vulgarity to which Phi
turned with instructive liking, and he
had long ago come thoroughly to de-
spise his younger brother and to rel
ish the whip hand which the law
with it's guardianship, gave him. The
place fitted Phil, from the cigarette
odor to the loud photograph in the
dragon frame and the partly open
wall closet with it's significant array
of bottles. 1t expressed his idea OF
"a good time!"
He slid open a shikiri. 1t showed a
room, evidently unused, Uttered with
tools, dusty table with models of
curious wing-like propellors, small
electric dynamo and steel lathe. He
opened another and stood looking at
the room it disclosed with a faint
smile. 1t was scrupulously clean and
orderly, and, in contrast to the outer
apartment, had an atmosphere of del
icate refinement. On the wall hung
a tiny gilt image of Kwan-on and be-
low it on an improvised shelf an in
cense rod was burning with a clean,
pungent odOr. At one side was sus-
pended mosquito bar of dark green
gauze, and across low stool was
laid a kimOnO, with silver camellias
on mauve ground. He picked this
up and looked at it curiously, half
conscious OF faint perfume that
chung to it.
He shut his teeth. The camellia had
always been Barbara's favorte flow.
er!
Meanwhile the girl thus incon-
gruously in his thought had felt a gray
shadow across her sunshine. She
found her uncle greatly perpleXed and
troubled. Haru's bible, found on the
chapel doorstep, had been brought to
him that morning. He had sent at
once to the Street of Prayer to the
Gods and the messenger had returned
with news of her disappearance. The
fact that she had taken clothing with
her showed that the flight was a de-
liberate one.
1t panied him to think what the re-
turn of the book and the little cross
might mean. In his long residence in
Japan the bishop had grown accus-
toned to strange denouements, to
flashing denouements, to flashing rev.
Citations of subtle deeps in oriental
character But save for one instance
of many years ago-Which the sight
of Barbara must always recall to him
he had never been more saddened
than by today's disclosure. What he
told her had left Barbara with an un-
easy apprehension. She drove away
bordering. The anxious speculation
blurred the glamour of the afternoon.
Suddenly Barbara rose to her feet in
the carriage. She had seen a girl
emerge from a small temple and turn
into side street.
Fast! Drive fast, Taxa" she call
ed quickly. THE street to the left"
He obeyed, but saba.ya had halted
his shining copper cart of steaming
h,,c TO ri dol
them.
The Fastening figure was farther
away when they rounded the turning.
Barbara clasped her hands together.
ut was Haru. 1t was Haru l am
sure!" she whispered.
The girl slipped through a gateway
hung with wistaria. AS Barbara
sprang to the ground she was hurrying
through the garden.
''Haru!' But the flying figure did
not seem to hear the call
Barbara ran quickly after her along
the gravel path.
In the house, Austen Ware, standing
with the kimono in his hands, had
heard the rumble of carriage wheels.
He had left the outer shoji open, and
through the aperture he saw the slim
form Fastening toward the doorway.
An exclamation broke from his lips.
Behind her, just entering the gate, was
Barbara.
For a breath he stared. A cool,
thriving suspicion-one bred of his
anger and humiliation, that shamed
his manhood-ran through him. Bar
bara there? Was it another rendez-
vous, then? The fierce, self-dishonor-
ing doubt merged into the mad jeal-
ousy that already burned him like a
brand.
He dropped the kimono. drew back
the shikiri of the unused apartment
and stepped inside.
Swiftly and noiseless!y the light
partition slipped into place behind
him