The Washington times., 1912-12-19

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CHAPTER <.
The Car Which Served In Manehuria.
~ r. rsARKA was never victim
Of his own impulses. In order
- ing Soto Inouyiu to shoot Gif-
ford Renwick he had done 80
believing that his existence depended
upon the swift recovery Of the radium,
concealed within the Joints OF the little
Horubu rose from his corner near the
study vT; from M corner % to corner.
II want q pair Of motor goggles ana
chin mask. That red tie Of 1nouyiu'ss
will hang us all unless II ia burned,
he srcwled, with q NOD IN the ar"s's
Motor masks and coats were brought
In by q quick.footed coolie servant,
while DR.. Tsarka permitted himself
sharp examination OF lnouy'Hs wear
NJ you Spn must dress for the adventure"
he said gently. IAN American army
hat and . suggestion Of q beard vi!
models, do you not?"
The boy shivered as the gleam Of Ho-
rubu's revolver IL the dark folds Of his
% %ish." he emu mu,,ered fsarfuiiy. "only
must have your promise that Miss
Sran.tons shall be treated by Beatrice
DE- Tsarka regarded him somberly.
Bring back the rubber finger, 1nouyit.
Miss Cranstone shall be cured. Now
70 to your room. Fix yourself for q
meeting with Renwick. and shoot
stHlah Hns,,h;, w.dd,ed impauent,y about the
study while the young artist retired to
complete his facial disguise. He paused
at Intervals in his limpins promenade
II want your chauKeur's license. Te-
roni." he said, hu.kily.. There 10 a,
German near Victoria who has the ta,. car
Of steel II was built In Paris for a
Russian army surseon who did ambu-
lance work In Manchuria, 1t 10 an ugly
machine. and was brought to London
The German at the Victoria garage
wants me to buy II. He 10 willing to
| allow me few trial runs
You are going to paint the wheels:
Enriish EnaiEa SIood!S SSssHSne'' o""''e'' WIN
'1f the English fools get In my way
| tonight there will be red gar IN the
| garage tomoi row. gruntled Horubu.
hat over n. Srox Tss chanss
in his appearance ELECTED a mutter OF
, admiration from both men. He was no
longer the sloping-shouldered boy art.
syeS OF length is to fsE s reund
lures. A wisp of beard. torpedo.point-
ed. completed the change. Horubu
clapped his shoulder with affected bon
homie.
Dressed for ki,iinE, ell. my pretty
Inouyiti? This night your name shall
ring through London. Your photo
gsIp,a graph. will be in all the shop win
Now that the young artists role In
the prospective shooting expedition had
| been decided. Horubu affected a grim
plensantry that was not devoid Of af-
fectton. for Inouyiti and the ex-soldier
To Inouyiti the shooting Of clifford
Renwick meant certain arrest. and
TSs snsash sssssG" CAUSED si ns
him an instant's regret. It was the
memory OF the studio tragedy that
bludgeoned his conscience now-of yio--
stirred his %sa,e tic soa s% % 10 iova x"H snd ten "a"
derness. He had never hoped to gain
socially. raciaiiy. All the fires OF his
tram Transparent pa nt, genius could not win her
Or. .Tsarka took his hand as he Joined
Horubu IN the hall and permitted an
emotional tremor to soften the blade
"Xdieu. Inouviti! We shall remember
you as brave boy. II you fail tonight
there 10 no hope for US. Shoot low: grip
him when he falls and get to his pock-
bu. Now go!'
The young artist muttered an in
audible goodby and stepped into the
street. chin In the air. eyes aflame. The
fragments n 1na,, Of Of, .n Samuerai a war song
his sullen-browed companion.
I'VE. must reach Victoria. boy. A
train leaves here at o'clock This
Renwick often reports the days work
later we shall meet the theater
crowds"
Inouyiti meekly hummed his Japa-
nese song as they tramped to the sta
ton. The end had come. and he was
All his life he had struggled to attain
eminence at his craft. Success had al
most crowned his efforts until his meet
ns @ hsd Rr Tss h s ars.
OF money to assist him In his fight for
fame. but each fresh loan only plunged
him deeper into debt.
His pictures did not sell rapidly. and
since his appearance in London he had
habits Of his early life no longer suf-
feed. French dinners. theater. parties
ind the society Of English ladies had
taken their place. He was no longer
the homely boy artist who had jour.
ncyed from Tokyo. with his brushes and
canvas. to conquer the artistic soul of
Circuit Britain. The fire Of genius was
still In his pulse; color and vision still
robbed for expression. Yet here was
the end of life-a gallOws In an English
jail!
In the few sane moments that flashed
upon him at intervals his mind went
back to the scene In the studio-the men