The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1911-02-01
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CHAPTER XXXII.
When a Woman Dreams.

ner diving ahead, Barbara forgot her
vague wonder at Haru's disappearance
as she felt the enchanted mystery of
Tokyo creep further into her heart.
Presently the horses stopped before
a great gate of implanted cedar,
rooted with black and white tiles and
bossed with nails Of hammered copper.
Above it two pine trees Writhed like
a Dore print. Zone of the Empress
ladies-in-waiting lives here Patricia
said. 'I'll walk home and on the way
l can leave some call tickets
er's name for visiting cards. Give my
love to the bishop
She looked wistfully after Barbara
as the latter bowled away toward
Ts'kiji and her uncle's. Under her fly
away spirits Patricia had the warmest
little heart in the world, loyal to its
last beat to- those she liked. Daunt
was decidedly in this category. Like
the rest, she had been weaving
cheerful little romance for these two
friends. Since the evening at the
Cherry Moon, however, when the new
" arrived yacht had been talked of,
she had had misgivings. Yesterday,
too, Barbara, while confiding nothing,
had told her of Austen Wares coming.
Patricia walked up the driveway SLOW
" and with a puzzled frown.
But the girl driving on under cher
ry-stained sky and cherry-scented
winds, knew, that one hour, no prob
lens.
In her pocket was a letter. 1t had
been brought to her that morning
when she woke and she had read it
over and over, kneeling in the drift OF
pillows, her red-gold hair draping her
white shoulders, thrilling, murmuring
little inarticulate answers to it's
phrases, looking up now and then to
peer through the bamboo sudare to
the white and green cottage across the
lawn. He would not see her today
until evening. Then he would ask
her
AS the carriage bore her on, she
whispered again and again one OF the
sentences he had written: "There has
never been another woman to me, Bar
bara. There never will be! My Lady
of the Many-Colored Fires!"
CHAPTER XXXIII.
Behind the Shikiri.
The guide came to the end OF his
elaborate conversation. He turned
from the old servant, leaning on his
pruning knife, and spoke to the man
who stood waiting outside the wistaria
gate in the Street of the Misty Valley.
"He say Mr.. Philip Ware stay
here" he announced, "but house is
ownerships of his friend, Mr.. Daunt,
Of America embassy. He regret sad
ly that no one are not at home
Ware reflected. Daunt's house? He
lived in the embassy compound-so
they had said at dinner last night.
Why should he maintain this native
house in another quarter of Tokyo?
There came to his mind that hack
neyed phrase ''the custom of the
country" the foreigners specious
justification of the modern Madame
Butterfly" In this interminable city,
with it's labyrinthine mazes, who could
tell what this or that gray roof might
shelter? Was this a nook enisled,
for pretty Japanese romances under
the rose?" He had loaned it to Phil
they were friends.
Ware struck his stick hard against
the hedge. He scarcely knew what
thought had entered his mind, so neb-
ulous was it, so indefnable. If he had
thought to use this discovery, he
knew no way; if it was Daunt's COW
ert, here was Phil in possession
"Ask him if he has any idea where
he is
The guide translated. The servant
was ignObly unacquainted as yet, with
the donna-San's illustrious habits. He
arrogantly presumed to suggest that
he might augustly be in any one of a
hundred esteemed spots.
Ware thought moment frowning-
ly. Tell him | am Ware-San's broth
err he said then, land that l have
just arrived in Tokyo. | shall wait
in the house till he comes"
The old man bowed profoundly at
the statement of the relationship. He
spoke at some length to the guide. The
latter looked at Ware questioningly
but hesitated.
"Well?" asked the other tartly.
HE thinks better please you wait
to the hotel
Ware struck open the gate with
flare of irritation You can 60 now"
he said to the guide, and disdaining