Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1911-01-13

mean spring, for because my born that
time. Very funny-ne.
at Is very pretty" said Barbara
"How's tha's nizel" was the delighted
exclamation. "Mama-San give name. My
like name yellaways for because mama
San no more in this world Ey house
little lonesome now
Where is your house, Haru? Near
byY'
The slender hand pointed to the wood
ed height behind the garden. Jus there
on the street call Prayer to-the-gods.
My house $1,000 small, an garden bout
such big" She indicated a space of per-
haps six feet square ''Funny!-ne?'
"And who lives there with your
Haru smiled brilliantly "Oh, 5000
many peoplesl Papa-San, an'-jus' me- :"
ono brother?''
She shook her. head. my. dom got, =
she said. "Papa-San very angry for be-
cause my jus girl an no could be kill
in Port Arthur"
She spoke with a smile but the mat
ter-of-fact words brought suddenly home
to Barbara something Of the flavor
of that passionate loyalty, that hot
heroism and debonnair contempt of death
which has been the theme of hundred
stories. do all Japanese feel so, Ha-
ru?' she asked. would every father
be glad to give his sons life for Japan
The girl looked at her as If she jest
ed. "Of counsel All Japan man mos
happy if to- be kill FOR our Emperor!
Thas for why better to be man. Girl
jus can stay home an wishr AS the
gowns last fastening was slipped into
its place, she turned UP her lovely oval
face, with a smiling. sidelong look
'Ma-a-a" she exclaimed How it is
beau-tee-full only"
"Only what?'
MY thinks the ojo-san must suffer
through the centerP'
Laughingly Barbara caught the others
slim wrist and drew her before the
mirror. BY oriental standards the Jap
anese girl was as finely bred as her.
self. In the two faces. both keenly del
icate and sensitive yet SO sharply con-
trasted--one pale olive under its jetty
pillow of straight black hair, the other
fair and brown-eyed, crowned with curl
ing gold--the extremes OF East and
West looked out at each other.
"See, Haru," said Barbara. How diff
ferent we arew
You so more good-look!" sighed the
Japanese girl MY jus like the night.
''Ah, but moonlight night cried
Barbara soft, and warm and full of
secrets. When you have a sweetheart
you will be far more lovely to him than
any foreign girl could be!' ~,
Haru blushed rosily. Sweetheart
pr'aps now" she said AL same kind
American story say bout.
Have you really, Haru2' cried Barba-
ra. II love TO hear about sweethearts.
Maybe-some day--I may have one. too.
Some time you'll tell me about him
Won't YOUR
Suddenly, far below the window, there
came snarling, scramble and a savage,
menacing bay. Barbara leaned out A
tawny, long-muzzled woTf-hound, fasten-
ed to stake glared up at her out of
red-dimmed eyes.
Poor fellow" she exclaimed. He
looks sick. Does he have to be tied up?'
The Japanese girl shivered. Very bad
dog" she said. My think very bad
danger to not kill
The deep tone of the dinner gong
shuddered through the house and Bar
bara FASTENED out. Patricia met her in
the hall and the two girls, with arms
about each others waists, descended the
broad angled stair 10 the dining room.
where the ambassador stood, tall and
spare and iron gray with a contagious
twinkle in his kindly eye.
sWell. he asked. did you feel the
earthquake"
Barbara gave an exclamation of dis
may. has itnere Deen one already r
4 "PshawY he said contritely.- Per
haps there hasn't. You see, in Japan.
we get so used to asking that fques-
ton" .sf h s.r6 I.
Now NedI" warned NTrsgIi Dandi4dge
You'll have Barbara frightened ito
death. We" really don't have them so
very often. my dear--and only gentle
shakes. You mustn't be dreaming of
Messina."
There rose again on the still night air
the savage bay Barbara had heard in
her room. I'm afraid / must make UP
my mind TO lose Shiro," the Ambassa-
dor said regretfully. Hes Siberian
wolf-hound that a friend sent me from
Moscow. But the climate doesn't agree
with him, apparently For the last two
days he's seemed really unsafe. There's
a famous Japanese dog dotor in this
section, but he's been sick himself ana
haven't liked to go 10 an ordinary
native vet But I shall have him looked
at tomorrow
Coffee was served in the small draw
ing room-a home.Iike, soft-toned room
of crystal-paned bookcases, and furni-
ture that had been handed down in the
Dandridge family from candle-lighted
colony days