The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-11-25
THE FARMER: NOVEMBER 25, 1911

on the roof damned anybody it would not be him! He had not put it there. He had not been in Yokohama in three daysi
 If the aeroplane did not start-he re- membered the look on Phil's face when he rushed away-or if 1t failed! With its own deadly ray. the very machine would vanish. Phil had not known this-could not have told. The search CTS would find nothing! The news would have flashed along the cables that must roll up for him vast sums in the panic of markets. And there would be nothing to bring the deed home to himl
 Nothing? The warning had been giv. en before the fact. The government had taken alarm. Bureaus were buzzing already. Sooner or later the accusa- ton would be running through the street. swiftly and stealthily. from no- ble to merchant. from coolie to beggar. from end to end of this seething ori- ental city. wherein he was a marked mani What mattered it whether tuGIG WCIC SNtO0uCC Oh WAASh 0 No0As would condemn him2 The story of his huge coup in the bourses would be told-would rise up against him. He remembered suddenly. a tale he had heard of traitor to Japan cut to pieces in tea house. An icy sweat broke out on his limbs.
 Where was there any refuge? On a foreign ship? There were many in the bay. He longed with a desperate long ing for the touch of deck beneath his feet. a bulwark of blue water be- tween him and possible vengeance. At Kisaraz. on the Chiba road. dozen miles to the north in the curve of the bay. was his summer villa. his frequent resort for a week end. His naphtha launch lay there always ready for use. He could reach 1t in an hour.
 "Get into the tonneau." he said to the chauffeur. "I'l drive myself"
 He took the wheel the other resign. ed. threw on the clutch, and the clam orous monster moved of down the quiet lane faster and faster till the chauffeur clutched the seat with un- easiness.
 The fever of flight was on his mas ter now. He began to imagine voices were calling after him. From police box ahead a man stepped into the roadway waving hand 1t was no more than a warning against over speed. but the gesture sent thrill of terror through the big man at the wheel. He swerved sharply around corner. skidding on two wheels.
 Bersonin muttered curse as he peered before him. for the stretch was brilliantly illuminated He was on the Street-of- -Prayer-to-the Gods. which tonight seemed strangely alive with hubbub. e-
 That afternoon, with the passing of the rain. there had been held a neigh borhood hanami. ."6ower viewing ex- cursion." The cavalcade had just re- turned afoot, since the trans had ceas- ed running at midnight. the men merry with sake, the women chattering. A few children still wakeful scampered here and there.
 The chauffeur leaned forward. with an exclamation-they had all but run down hobbling figure.
 Keep your hands offr' snarled Der sonin. ' "Let them get out of the way!". a There was a small figure in the road way-a six-year-old. lshikichi had not gone to the hanami that day. For many hours that long afternoon. while his motLer cared for the sick father. he had beat the tiny drum that sooth- ed baby's fret. comforted by the promise that be should be walked in the great hour when the crowd came home. Now. standing in the road. he heard the hum of the rushing motor. and a quick thought-born of that in. stinct of sacrifice for the parent that is woven. golden thread. in the wool of the Japanese soui-darted into his baby brain. One of the big fire wag- ons of the seiyo-jin was coming. When the carriage killed Toru. his playmate. the foreigner had sent much money to Toru's house. He was not sorry any moro. because the white faced man whom he liked. who lived in the tenn had been. for Toru's honorable fa- ther had been fighting with the Gaki. lhe ~no-rice-devils-it was almost like a war-and Toru had died just as the brave soldiers did in battle. A great purpose flooded the little soul Was he not brave too?
 So as Bersonin. with snarl. shook of the hand of the chauffeur and threw the throttle wide open lshikichi did not scamper with the rest. With his hands tightly clinched in his patched kimono. his huge clogs clat- tering on the roadway. he ran straight into the path of the hurtling mass of steel.
 There was sudden. sickening jolt. The car ieaped forward. dragging something beneath it that made no sound The chauffeur hurled himself across the seat on the gear. and the automobile stopped with . grinding discord of screeching pistons. A surge
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