The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-11-13
HALLE Z ERfINIE RIvES
Copyrifht. 1910. by the Bobbs.AGsssiu
 Company
(Continusd.)

tuC bAAkAOic OA- tAS 'oASS " oS AAAueASsA and soft. T beg your pardon" she Said and moved away.
 He made a gesture. quick, umid movement of one hand. and stepped down toward her. "No," he said al- most violently. T don't want you to go. Can't you see. mean to stayrs
 Barbara saw clearly now the. varia- lion in his eyes. The larger one was rlouded as though film covered the iris. It gave her slight feeling ef repugnance. which she instantly re gretted. for as though rendered con scious of 1t through sensitiveness al most telepatfic. he turned slightly. and put hand to his brow to cover it.
 ''Oh," she said hastily, "I am glad. This Is the most beautiful garden have ever seen."
 He looked at her quickly and keenly with his one bright eye. 1t held none of the swart inturned effectiveness of the Japanese. It was sharp and rest less. Its brilliance, under eyebrows Dhat seemed on the verge of a frown, was almost fierce. The curved gray mustache. did not hide the strong, ir- regular, white teeth.
 'sYou know Japanese gardensr
 'sNot yet" she answered. "Japan is new to me. needn't say how lovely I think this is. You must grow tired hearing strangers rhapsodize over itr'
 ''Strangersr he laughed The sound was not musical. like his spoken voice. but. harsh and grating. "I have one 5oy--no stranger ever dreams of com ing to see me!'
 Il should have said your friends,'" said Barbara.
 Friends would be more troublesome than my enemies,' he said grimly. s'who at least never ask me where l don't want to go"
 She looked at him wonderingly. She had never met any one in the least like him. His features were refined and unQuestionably aristocratic, but his whole expression was Qufveringly Ssnsitive. resentfully shy. 1t was the expression, she thought. of one whom n look might cut like a whiplash, word sting like soaring acid.
 ..The only foreigners. know are those who write me letters, malicious svbodies. people who want sub scriptions to all sorts of shams or in-> yite me to join respectable humbpg societies or write merely to gratify low curiosity. As for friends, have none"
 Surely saw you with one this morning" she said. with smile,
 "Ah," he said. his look changing swiftly. "I don't count lshikichi. .Chil- dren understand me-"
 And me- she said. Fl made friends with Ishikichi this morning. He was catching crickets in the garden am visiting the American embassy" she added
 ..But you came to see the garden D he said. If you like will show it to you"
 A little farther on he turned ab- ruptly. l<
 "when you, parsed me in the car riage this morning you must have thought me unmannerly," he said. 'sI was. no doubt. My manners are only villainous notions of my own"
 Not at alk" she answered. T only thought
 .sWellr'
 That perhaps I reminded you of some one you had known"
 He turned and walked on without reply.
 His personality, % touched with mystery. interested Barbara intense ly. The sense of strangeness and un- familiarity had quite vanished. Sine sat down on one of the warm bowl ders. Thorn rested one foot on the bent trunk of dwarf. tree and leaned his elbow on his knee. his hand, in the gesture that seemed habitual. GOV ering his eye. In the wide kfmono sleeve the forearm was bare and sug- gested . peculiar physical cleanliness like th-.i of wild animal.
 How strange it is,' she said. "that for centuries the western world believ- ed this wonderful land fnhabited by . seas western civilization"
 He made an exclamation. "Civiliza- tion. It is a hateful word. It stands In the west for all that is scrdid and ugly. It has bred monstrous, thun- dering piles built up to heaven. eter- nally smoking the sky: places of ar chitecture and mechanics gone mad. where one lives by machinery and moves by steam and is perpetually tormented by absurd conventions. have lived in ifs cities. I have walked their selfish streets, shy and shabby and hungryr'
 .Hungry!'
 Yes-and worse. I've not spoken of those experiences for years. I don't know why I speak of them now to you. Does 1t surprise you to hear that I have known poverty? For the first time he turned fully facing her. His supple hand had left his brow and moved in gestures at one. time fierce and graceful. sWhen was sixteen learned what penury meant in Lon- don. Once was driven to take refuge in workhouse in some evil quarter Df the Thames. My memory of it is a mixture of dreadful sights and sounds. of windows thrown violently open or shattered to pieces, of shrieks of mur- der. of heavy plunges in the river"
 Barbara shuddered in the warm sun light Over the edge of the garden was misty space where foliage and