Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1911-01-20

tenant Whitney was killed. 1 saw It. !"
The smile had faded and her eyes had
just the look he had so often fancied
lay in those eyes he had been used to
gaze at across the burning driftwood-
his Lady of the Many-Colored- Fires. "
He caught himself longing to know that
they would mist and soften If he too
should some day come ito grief in such
sudden fashion. -
How brazeh you must have thought
hp' he exclaimed. My impromptu solo,
1 mean hardly know. how I came to
do it. suppose 1t was the moonlight
(it does make people idiotic sometimes,
you know, in the tropicsD and then
when you played--that dear old song! |
used to sing 1t years ago, 1t reminded
me-"
Yes aa4
"Of the last evening at college. 1t was
night like this, though not so lovely.
sang it then-my last college SOLO"
Your last ~ She was leaning toward
him, her lips parted, her, eyes bright on
his face.
yes he said. Il left town the next
day"
Her eyes fell. she turned half away,
and put hand to her cheek. "Oh," she
said vaguely. "Of course
But It was brazen," he finished lamely.
\ 3
A dulled, weird sound from the street
reached their ears-the monotonous
hand-tapping of small; shallow drum.
Some Buddhist devotee,' he said
making a pious round of holy places.
He is stalking along in a dingy, white
cotton robe with red characters stamped
all over it-one from each shrine he has
visited-and here and there in door
way he will stop to chant a prayer in
return for a handful OF rice 7as
How strange! IT doesn't seem to be-
long, somehow, with the telegraph wires
and the trolley cars. Japan is full of
such contrasts. isn't it /? 1t seems to be
packed with mystery and secrets List
enl" The deep, resonant boom of great
bell at a distance had athrobbed across
the nearer strumming THAT must be
In. some old temple. Perhaps the man
with the drum is going there to worship.
Does amy one live in the temple? The
priests do. SUPPOSE
yes" he answered. Sometimes 9TH
er people do, too. l. know, of a. foreigner
who lives in ones,''s4 6s.s -
What is he2 EuFepean7H
NO one knows. He has lived there
fifteen years. He calls himself Aloysius
Thorn, I used to think he must be an
American, for in the chancery safe there
Is an envelope bearing his name and, the
direction that 1T be- opened after his
death. IT has been there a long time,
for the paper is yellow with age No
doubt II was put there by some former
chief-of-mission at his request He has
nothing to do with other foreigners;
as a rule he won't even speak
to them. He is something Of curiosity.
He knows some lost secret about gold
LACQUER. they says"ts*.
rs he young?"sT s. -r.
mo 49,.
|. MarrledYf Bus aItsss
"Oh, no! He lives quite alone. He
has one of the .loveliest private gardens
him for months but he is here now"
She was silent, while he looked again
at the white tone of the slipper peeping
from gauzy hem, The silence seemed
to him an added bond between them.
1T can't always, be so beautiful in
Japan she said at length.
mo indeedf' hee agreed cheerfully
There are timess when as my number
one boy says, honorable weather are
disgust In june the nubia, the rainy
season. is due. ItqwiIl pour buckets for
three. weeks without laustop and frogs
will, sing dglcet songs In the streets"
Yet now" she said softly. tit seems
too lovely to be reali L shah wake
presently 10 find myself in my berth on
the Tenyo Maru with Japan two or
three days off" eHs ~ frsf
He. fell into her mood. I'VE are both
asleep. That was why the dog vanish ed
so queerly. Dream dogs always do.
And 4 don't wonder at my singing,
either, Nv People do exactly what they
shouldn't when theYIaFe asleep But no!
I, really don't lilxeothe dreams version
at all.aaI want this to be true" ja7s
! 4. "WhE?" u ~ss si,s. sMg 8s
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