The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1911-01-11

how baseless and foolish seemed his
sullen imaginings! What man who
owned a steam yacht, knowing her,
would not wish to name it the Bar
bara?
The sky was duller now. It's mar
velous haze of blue and gold had turn
ed pallid, and the sun glared with a
pale, yellowish effrontery. A strange
signing was in the air, so faint, how
ever, that it seemed only the stirring
of innumerable leaves, the resinous
rasping of pine needles and the lisp
ing fall of the flaming petals from the
century-old camellia trees, that STAIN
ed the ground with hot, bleeding red.
At a turn in the road stood stone
image of Jizo, with red paper bib
about his neck. Before it lay three
small rice cakes; somewhere in the
neighborhood was a little sick child,
three years old. At it's base were
heaps of tiny stones, piled by mothers
whose little children had died.
They went laughing like two chill
dren, down the zigzag stone steps, past
innumerable uOmitei-crimson-be
ed rest houses" where grave Japan
csc pedestrians sat eating steWed cells
and chipping hard-boiled eggs-to the
rocky edge of the tide, which now
rolled in with measured, sullen
booming. He pointed to gloomy fis-
sure which ran into the mountain, at
little distance.
80 Maiden, journeying to Holy Ben
ten," he said, behold her shrine!"
"How disillusioning!
"People find love so, sOmetimes.'
She slowly shook her head. "Not all
of them," she said softly. II am old
fashioned enough not to believe that
Her brown eyes were wistful and lit
tie troubled, and her voice was so
adorable that he could have gone on
his knees to her.
1--WE will ask Ben-ten about it," he
said.
ooh, but not wei" she cried. 81
must go alone. Don't you know the
legend? People quarrel if they go
together"
Il can't imagine quarreling with you.
I'd rather quarrel with myself
That would be difficult, wouldn't
it,"
Not in some of my moods. Ask
my head-boy Today, for instance
"Well?' For he had paused.
Il was meditating selfdestruction
when | met YOU
by what interesting method, |
wonder?"
Il was about to search for vol
cano to jump into"
81 thought the nearest active crater
is hundred miles away
80 it is, but Pm an absent-minded
beggar."
She laughed. May I ask what in
spired today's suicidal mood?"
at was-a telegram"
"Oh!" She colored family. q
hope it held no bad news
He looked into her eyes. 81 hope
not" he said. Something else was on
his tongue, when, Look" she eX
claimed. How strange the sea looks
off there!'
A sinister, whitish bank, like mad
drift of smoke, lay far off on the wa
ter, and a tense, whistling hum came
from the upper air. A drop of water
splashed on Daunt's wrist. There's
going to be a blow" he said. "The
seaweed gatherers are coming in, too
Ben-ten will have to wait, I'm afraid
See-even her High Priest is forSak
ing her!"
From where they stood steps were
roughly hewn into the rock, winding
across the face of the cliff. Beside
these, stone pillars were Socketed, car
rying an iron chain that hung in rust
ed festoons. Along this precarious
pathway from the cavern an old man
was hastily coming. followed by a
boy with a sagging bundle tied in a
white cloth. THAT parcel, no doubt
said Daunt. contains the days offer
ings. Watt You're not going?" For
she had started down the steps.
She had turned to answer when
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