The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1911-02-08
CHAPTER XXXVI.
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in a soft dressing gown, her hands
clasped over one knee in pose very
pretty and girlish.
"Come!" he said good humoredly
"You women are always imagining ro
mances and broken hearts. Why, Bar,
bara and Daunt haven't known each
other long enough to fall in love-
She looked at him quizzically. do
you remember how long we had known
each other when you"
| "Pshaw!" he retorted. That's just
like woman. She never can argue
without coming to personalities. Be-
sides, there never was another girl
like you, my dear-I couldn't afford to
take any chances"
away with your barney, Ned! You
know Pm right, though you won't adj
nit it."
"Nonsense!" the ambassador shifted.
''There isn't shred of evidence. Bar
bara's not firt in the first place, and
| if she were, Daunt can take care of
himself"
"He came to your study, didn't he,
after the ball? thought heard his
voice in the hall"
Eyes," he answered.
"How did he look?"
"Well," he said, hesitatingly, he
was bit off color, l thought. told
him to take a few days off and run
up to Chuzenji.'
"Is he going?"
Eyes. He leaves early in the morn.
ing. But don't get it into your SYM
pathetic little head that it has the
slightest thing to do with Barbara.
The IDEAS quite absurd. He's never
thought of such a thing as falling in
love with her!"
Don't you think woman knows
about these things?"
"When she's told. And Barbara has
told you, hasn't she?"
"That she is going to marry Mr..
Ware. Yes"
"Well, what more do you want?"
She shook her head. "Only for her to
be happy!" she said TREMENDOUSLY. Give
never known a girl who has grown
so into my heart, Ned. l feel almost
as though she were Patsy's sister. She
has no mother of her own-no one
to advise her. And yeti somehow
couldn't talk about it to her. l tried.
She doesn't want to. 1t seemed al
most as if she were afraid"
CHAPTER XXXVII.
The Shadow Of a Tomorrow.
Nikko's thin street, with its gigant-
ic isle of cryptomeria, was a SHIN
mer of gold, flicker of crimson and
mandarin blue. All the town was out
of doors, for it was the matsuri, the
local festival of Ieyasu, the great
shotgun deity, when the ancient furni-
ture and treasures of the temple are
carried in priestly professional thru
the streets.
The procession seemed intermfn-
able. Austen Ware saw the strain on
Barbara's face. "You are tired" he
said. Let us go back to the hotel
where is Patsy" she asked.
"She went with the bishop to see
the priestesses dance at the temple.
But we can skip that"
AS they walked, Ware chatted OF his
trip up the China coast-an interest
ing recital that took Barbara insens-
IDLY out of herself. More than once
he looked at her curiously. Since
that fateful hour when he had stood
behind the shiqiri, he, like Barbara,
had gone through much to look so
unfurried.
The trip to Nikko had encouraged
him. 1t had been the time of the bish-
ops regular spring visit and Barbara
had welcomed the opportunity to
leave Tokyo, which was so full Of
painful memories. Patricia adored ia
pans Temple Town" and Ware had
joined the party there with as little
delay as was seemly. In the three
days of the poignant mountain air
Barbara had seemed to Patricia to be
more like Her old self. She could not
guess the strength of the effort this
had cost or the fierceness of the fight
Barbaras pride was making.
1t was sunset when they mounted
the steep road to the hotel-a long,
two-stored, modern structure, whose
gardens and red balconies gave it a
subtle Japanese flavor. On one side
of the building the ground fell in a
precipitous descent to the rocky bed
of the river, whose rush made rest
full monotone like wind signing thru
linden trees. Behind it the height
rose abruptly, and up it's side clam
bered a twisting path, from which a
light foot-bridge sprang to the upper
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