The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-11-10

THEY RODE TO THE lage got such a PARADE GROUND. lonesomeness an' come more closer together. Tha's the way Tokyo born."
 The horses trotted on, to drop to walk presently on brisk incline. High, slanting retaining walls were on either side and double rows of cherry trees, whose interlacing branches wove a roof of soft pink bloom Along the road were many people.
 "Why, there's little Ishikichi," said Patricia. 'T never saw him so far from home before. Isn't that queer looking man with himy' The solemn six-year-old was trotting from the inclosure. his small fingers clutching the hand of a foreigner. The latter was ef middle age. His coat was a heavy double breasted reefer. His battered hat, wide brimmed and soft crowned, was joke. But his lin- en was fresh and good, and his clumsy and shapeliness of his feet. He was 1.-the and well built and moved with an easy swing of shoulder and a step at once quick and graceful. His back was toward them. but Barbara could see his long gray black hair, square brow above an aQuiline profile at once bold and delicate and dropping mus tache. shot with gray. Many people seemed to regard him, but he spoke to no one save his small companion. His manner as he bent down had some thing caressing and confiding.
 At the sound of wheels the man turn ed all at once toward them. As his gaze met Barbara's she thought a startled look shot across it. At side view his face hadsseemed a dark olive, but now in the vivid sunlight it show ed blanched. His eyes were deep in arched orbits. One, she noted, was curiously prominent and dilated. From a certain birdlike turn of the head she had an impression that this one eye was nearly if not wholly sightless. All this passed through her mind in 8 flash, even while she wondered at his apparent agitation.
 For as he gazed he had dropped the chfld's hand. She saw his lips com- press in an expression grim and for bidding. He made an involuntary movement, as though, mastered by a quick impulse. Then, in breath, his tace changed. He shrank back, turned sharply into the park and was lost among the trees.
 What an odd manv exclaimed Pa tricia. "I suppose he resented our staring at him. He's left the little chap all alone too"
 'T'vc seen that man once before,' said the ambassador. "He was pointed oat to me- His name is Thorn. His first name is Greek-Aloysius. isn't it !! yes, Al0ysius. He is a kind of re- cluse: one of those bits of human fot- sam. probably, that western civiliza- ton discards and that drift eventually to the east 1t would be interesting to know his history"
 The air was full of exhilaration; people were laughing and chatting. And through it all Barbara moved, re- Sponsiye to all this lightness and color, lowing here and there to introductions that left her only the more conscious of the one tall figure that had met them and now walked at her side.
 
 Daunt could not have told that the flowers in hes hat were brown orchids; he only knew that they matched the color of her eyes. Last night the moonlight had lent hO something of the fragile and ethereal, like itself Now the sunlight painted in clear warm colors of cream and cardinal It glinted from the perfect. curve of her forehead and tangled in the wide wave of her bronze hair, making it gleam like hot copper spun into silk fine strands. His finger tips tingled to touch it.
 He started, as-"A penny for your thoughts she said, with sudden mis. chief.
 Have you so much about your" he .countered.
 sThats a subterfuge."
 "You wouldn't be flattered to hear them, Pm afraid"
 "The reflection is certainly sad blow to my self esteemw
 We'll, he said daringly, "I was thinking how would like to pick you
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