The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-11-11
THE FARMER: NOVEMBER II, 1911

and of the great shogun who slept by the huge stone lanterns in Uyeno park
 When Barbara and her uncle started on their walk-he was to show her the chapeEthe ambassador strolled with them as far as the main gate of the compound. A string of carriages from the imperial stables, each with the golden chrysanthemum on its lac quered panel, was just passing. Their occupants, some of whom were Japa- nese and some foreign, were in navar uniform, their breasts covered with orders.
 '"The officers of the foreign squad ron, no doubt" said the ambassador, "being shown the sights Of the capital. Day after tomorrow the minister of marine begins the official entertain ment with a ball in their honor. You will enjoy that, Barbara"
 1I wish," said the bishop, "that the pessimists who are so fond of talking of diplomatic strain could see Japa- nese welcome. The stay of these off, cers will be one long festivity. Yet to read a continental journal you would think every other Japanese was carry ing a club for use if they ventured ashore.''
 The ambassador watched the caval-- cade thoughtfully. For weeks the newspapers of European capitals had talked of conflicting interests and un- reconciled differences between the two countries. He knew that there was little in this, in fact, save the journal istic necessity for news" and nerv- ousness that seems periodically to oppress highly strung chanceries as it does individuals. Beneath this surface current diplomacy had gone its even, temperate way, undisturbed. But as trained diplomatist he knew that the most baseless rumor, if too long per- sisted in, had grave danger, and he had welcomed the coming of the squadron for the sake of the effect on foreign public opinion of the lavish and open hearted hospitality which Ja- pan would offer it. When the car riages had whirled past he bade the others goodby and went back to his books.
 Walking up the sloping Hill of the Spirit to the templed knoll behind it, Barbara felt in tune with the after noon.
 As they walked Barbara told of the adventure of the evening before with the wolfhound and of the review of the morning, and the bishop, shrewdly regarding her, thought he had never seen her so beautiful. 'What has happened-who has hap pened, Barbara" he asked, for he suddenly guessed he knew what that look meant.
 Her eyes dropped, and her rising col or confirmed his idea. 'I don't know! Do you?" He took out his pocketbook and handed her clipping from morning newspaper It chronicled the arrival of the yacht Barbara.
 She looked at him out of eyes br1m- ming with laughter:
 sHThe time has come" the Walrus said, 'HTo talk of many things Of shoes and ships and sealing wax. Of cabbages''-
 "But not ware% he finished. "Al right. He'll speak for himself, no doubt. The paper says he's at Nara. but then he doesn't know you are here yet We pushed our sailing date for ward, you remember"
 'Tm trying to curb my impatience," she said blithely. Meanwhile can't l tell you what good time Pm having. shall stay in Japan forever. can | feel it in my bones. I shall have | Japanese house with chaperon, two tailless cats and an amah and study the three systems of flower arrange | ment and the tea ceremony" They had reached the huge gate,
 with it's little booth in which a sentry | now stood. "He wears the uniform
 of the imperial guard" the bishop said. "That is the residence of one of
 the daughters of the emperor" He turned into the lane that opened opposite. It was hedged with some
 unfamiliar thorny shrub with woolly yellow blossoms, and little way 1n-
 side stood an old temple gate with a stone torii. She stopped with an ex- clamation.
 "Yes," he said. "there is the chapel" l Barbara was looking opposite the torii, where, amid the towering green,
 slanting roof lifted, holding cross. It stood out whitely cut against the blue, a silent witness. Facing the
 dragon swarming gate, it made her
 think of pale martyrs in gorgeous pa gan countries, of Paul standing before
 the temple of Diana in Ephesus and
 lonely Christian anchorites in profane
 lands of green and gold. Barbara had paused in front of the
 black space for the stained glass win | dow.
 'It will be here," the bishop said, an-
 swering her thought. "It is to be put
 in place in, time for the dedication service tomorrow morning" He step ped to the door and peered into the
 interior. "You will want to look about . bit, no doubt. have call to make
 in the neighborhood. Suppose stop
 on my way back for you"
 CHAPTER XI. | THE TREsPAssER.