The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-11-16

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t1cfng on another man? And how
about the telegram? How long have
you known her, by the way? Two
days? Really, nowl"
The weekly governmental pouch had
closed at noon, and pouch days were
half holidays, but Daunt did not go to
the embassy. An official letter had
arrived from Washington which must
be delivered in Kamakura. Daunt
seized this excuse, plunged ferociously
into tweeds and an hour afterward
found himself in a railway carriage
thudding gioomily toward the lower
bay. In bis heart he knew that he
was trying to run away-from some
thing that nevertheless travelled with
him.
At Kamakura an immediate answer
to the letter he brought was not forth
coming. and to kill the time he stron,
ed far down the curved beach.
Daunt knew a tea house on the very
lip of the cliff. the Kinkiro-"Inn Of
the Golden Turtle"-and he bent his
steps lazily in its direction. At the
hedge he paused an instant. Some
one somewhere was. humming, low
voiced. an air that he had once loved.
! He pushed open the gate and went on
into the tremulous radiance. Then he
stopped short.
Barbara was seated above him In the
| Fork Of low camellia tree, one arm
laid out along branch. her green
gown blending with a bamboo thick
ct behind her and her vivid face
framed in the blossoms. She sat, chin
in hand, looking dreamily out across
the bay, and the hummed song had q
rhythm that seemed to fit her thought
slow and infinitely tender.
'You" he cried.
She turned with a startled move
ment that dissolved into low, delicious
| laughter.
"Fairly caught" she answered. 81
don't often revert far enough to climb
trees, but I thought no one but Haru
and / was here. VIII you come and
help me down. Honorable Flyman"
''Wait." he said. "What was the
song yeu were humming?"
She looked at him with a quick in
take Of breath, then for answer be-
gan to sing, in voice that presently
became scarce more than whisper:
Forgotten you? Well. If forgetting
J Be hearing all the day
Your voice through all the strange babble
OF voices grave. now gay
II counting each moment with longing
Till the one when see you again,
/ r. fhfC he forraffjnn voIlsre right fspaPf
And have forgotten you then!'
Daunt's hand fell to his side. A
young girls face nestled in creamy
pink blossoms-a sweet, shy, flushed
face under a mass of curling gold
bronze hair. 81 remember nowr' he
said in low voice. 81 sang it to you
that dayw
81 am f1attered!" she exclaimed.
1.-THE day before yesterday you had
tie me! 1t was Mrs. Claybourne, Of
course, that you sang to! Yet you
were my idol for long month and a
dayp'
''It was to you," he said unsteadily.
81 didn't know your name. But !
never forgot the song. / remembered
it that night in the garden when !
first heard you playingr'
They walked together around the
curving road, leaving Haru with the
tea basket. PATSY would have come"
Barbara had said, "but she is in the
clutches of her dressmaker." And
Daunt had answered, ~"I have a dis
tinct regard for that Chinamanw
His black mood had vanished, and
the leering imps had flown. In the
brightness Of her physical presence
how baseless and foolish seemed his
sullen imaginings! What man who
owned steam yacht, knowing her,
would not wish to name it the Bar
bara? Walking beside her. so near
that he could feel the touch of her
light skirt against his ankles, it SEEM