The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1911-01-24
A Daughter
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BY ONOTO WATANNA
Author Of "A Japanese Nightingale
Etc, Etc.
CHAPTER FOUR.

CHAH ] En- FOOh'
A few days later she was sitting
at her desk, writing to him. She
wanted to see hiln-bad,y Then
her maid brought in a letter from
her father, and her hands fell limp.
" upon the sheet before her.
Her hair hung in a glossy, dusky
cloud about her. A dressing gown,
all silken and lace. feminine, ex.
quisite thing, fell about her in long,
loose folds, as she stood up slowly,
For a moment her glance, Almost un.
consciously. wandered about her
room, the delicately tinted, family
perfumed chamber OF an American
girl of refinement and wealth. The
dressing table with its pieces of
chaste ivory, the chintz covered
chairs, the soft white null cur
tains, topped with the Colonial ruff
file of the same chintz: and the
! flowered ceiling. the old-rose color
ed rugs, the long cheyal glass-all
part of the life to which she had
thought but a moment since, she
purely belonged
She read her fathers letter
through slowly, studiously, her face
becoming fixed and stern. Suddenly
she reached over, and catching up
the sheets of that other letter she
had been writing, deliberately tore
them across. The ceareyed, win.
ming face of Lieutenant Burrows
looked up at her insstently from
the photograph on her desk. She
turned it over. Then, as though
something snapped within her, she
ran to the window seat, slipped to
her knees and hid her face.
The stars came out in the dark
vault OF heaven. Might was beautiful
even in this city of monstrosities,
Below, in the darkly glistening
street, the flaming eyes of count
ieSS dutolloDlieS WtHI SllIullIellHS
by. The distant clang of the street
cars, the grumbling roar of the
great city floated up to the girl as
she crouched there by the window.
What menacing, engulfing tones
they seemed to her! Like those of
a monstrous enemy, closing in about.
as if to throttle a Trailer adversary
Presently her weakness passed
Tossing back her head bravely, she
gathered up the great mass of hair
into her hands, coiling it securely
against her neck. She dressed quick.
ly and without ringing for her
maids assistance. Nor did the lat
ter accompany her, as slipping into
taxicab she gave to the driver
the address of the Japanese con-
sui.
She did not falter once in the
task her father had set her. She
was buoyed up chiefly by the many
accounts of the Japanese subjects
in San Francisco, at this time ap-
pearing daily in the American pa
papers. Half American herself.
though she was motherless, she ex-
aggerated the Importance of even
the most insignificant of these in
cidents, and when the papers loudly
proclaimed the probability of war(
she firmly believed it, At an age
when girls head is full of tran.
sient ideals-false or otherwise
Sakura greedily read and learned
all she could of other women be.
fore her, who had served their coun-
tries, as she wished to serve hers,
and, indeed, as her father had or
dered her to do.
She was now pure Japanese. All
thought of self, of friends, of rel
atives even, for she had many here
in America-must he put aside. And
love. Duty was the greatest word
in the language of her ancestors.
Every thought now must be concen-
trated upon the accomplishment of
one purpose only.
Thus, she sought her friends and
relatives only when she needed to
make use of them. and with her
eyes wide open, she accepted the
invitation to visit at the home OF
her lovers parents, and Travelled
down to Washington.
There, in the house of a cabinet