The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-11-20
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Suddenly Barbara rose to her feet in the carriage. She had seen girl emerge from a small temple and turn into side street.
 ''Fast! Drive fast, Takav she called quickly. ''The street to the left" He obeyed, but soba-ya had halted his shining copper cart of steaming buck wheat and momentarily delayed them.
 The hastening figure was farther away when they rounded the turning. Barbara clasped her hands together. "It was Haru! It was Haru! l am surer' she whispered.
 The girl slipped through gateway hung with wistaria. As Barbara sprang to the ground she was hurrying through the garden.
 "Haru!" But the flying figure did not seem to hear the call.
 Barbara ran quickly after her along the gravel path.
 In the house Austen Ware, standing with the kimono in his hand, had heard the rumble of carriage wheels. He had left the outer shoji open, and through the aperture he saw the slim form hastening toward the doorway. An exclamation broke from his lips. Behind her. just entering the gate. was Barbara.
 For breath he stared. A cool, thriving suspicion, one bred of his an- ger and humiliation that shamed his manhood, ran through him. Barbara there! Was it another rendezvous, then The fierce, self dishonoring doubt merged into the mad jealousy that already burned him like a brand.
 He dropped the kimono. drew back the shikiri of the unused apartment and stepped inside.
 Swiftly and noiselessly the light par tition slipped into place behind him.
 Through the thin paper pane parted by his moistened finger Wares hot, hollow eyes saw the Japanese girl come into the room. She had not wait ed to shut the shoji behind her. She drew quick sobbing breaths. and her eyes had the desperate look of hunt ed animal. She ran into the sleeping apartment and closed it's shikid.
 Barbara had halted at the doorway. As she stood looking in her eyes fell on the mauve kimono with its silver camellias. It was the robe Haru had worn the first evening she came to her. If she had doubted all doubt was now gone.
 But an instant she hesitated, then, with sudden resolution, knocked on the griR and stepped across the thresh- old.
 The man who watched could not solve the puzzle, but in that instant the sick suspicion he had harbored be- came a cold and lifeless thing in his breast
 A great sense of shame rushed through him as he saw her gaze wan der about the interior with its veneer of the foreign, to the disordered desk, the lounge and its litter of books, the photograph on the wall, the open panel with its champagne bottles. In her question. The coarse suggestions of the place were yelling over her. Whose house was this? Had Haru seen her, and was she hiding from her?
 Suddenly she saw the mans cap and gauntlet in the corner. Her cheeks rushed into flame. She seemed to see Haru's innocent face smiling at her over the throbbing samisen and 1 through its tones to hear again the echo of ribald laugh before the gid ed cages of the Yoshiwara. Some thing in her cried out against the in- ference. All at once Barbara took an ab. rupt step forward. She was looking | at the round glass lantern just out side the doorway, painted with three characters: