The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-11-18
Esquire Philip Weare, Kasumiga-tant Cho, 36.
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CHAPTER XIX.
THE WOMAN OF. soREK.

CHAPTER XIX.
 THE WOMAN OF soREK.
 "A ND as to the foreigner named
 A Philip Ware, that is all you ~ know?"
 'That is all,. Ishida.San." Haru answered.
 They stood fin the cryptomeria shad- ows of Reinanzaka hill, from which he had stepped to her side as she came from the embassy gate. It was dark. for the moon was not yet risen. and the evening was very still.
 Such an ambush by her lover, un- justified, would have been a dire af- front to the girls rigid Japanese code of decorum. That he had seen Phil greet her at Mukojima the evening be- fore had shamed her pride, and in speaking of it tonight he had seemed at first to lay a rude finger on her maiden dignity. But she had seen in an instant that his errand was inspir- ed by neither anger nor jealousy. He had touched at once her instinct of the momentous.
 Her quick, clever brain and finely attuned perception read what lay be- heath his questions. The great Euro, pean expert whom Japan herself em- ployed and the young foreigner who had pursued her-were they then, ob- jects of question to that wonderful, many sided governmental machine 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 pres ent apparently menial position. To- night she was gaining quick glimpse beneath the surface. He told her noth, ing of the details which, though he could not himself have built tangible indictment from them. had one by one clung together into a sharp suspicion that embraced the two men. But the agitation she felt in his words had sent a quick thrill through her, had tapped that deep racial we'll of feel ing. the, Yamato Damashii, which is the Japanese birthright. She felt a sudden passionate wish that she, though woman, might pour herself Ilto 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 information that might add to his knowledge of the youth who was now BNsonin's satellite. But she had been able to tell him nothing.
 She bowed to his ceremonious fare well. slim, misty figure that stood listening to his rapid footsteps till they died in the darkness. She walked up the dim slope with tagging pace. She was thinking deep,y.
 At t,ir top of the hill, opposite the huge, rivet studded gate of the prin- cess compound, lay the lane on which the chapel stood. As she turned into the darker shade she was aware of two pedestrians coming toward her, of voice which she recognized with a shtver of apprehension. The sentry box by the great gate was empty, and she stepped into it.
 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 his eyes.
 "Seeye said the doctor. A mile away from the low lying darkness of Hibiya park stream of fireworks shot to the zenith, to explode silently in clusters of colored balls. "The first rocket in honor of the squadronv'
 Tomorrow the admiral has an i'm perial audience" said Phil, "and the superior officers are to be decorated"
 ''Sow said the other in low, malig-