The Calumet news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 1907-1938, 1913-08-27
heDeath Stone
of MuSu
The Tale Has Served It's
Purpose
By JESSIE [. SHARP

tender blue In the far distance the
snowy peak Of Fuiiyama seemed paint
ed against the horizon, and below at
the foot Of the terraced bill the waters
Of the inland sea Tapped the silver
sands
1t was all very beautiful, very peace
full. a place TO dream Of love or "a
happy past or a sweet, reckoning fu-
ture
Yet Harrington stood there with a
grim smile ON his lips and murder i'm
his heart. In the doorway of tiny
hillside temple his form bulkcd large
beside the small Japanese guide.
You are sure?" he asked Taxi for
the third time that afternoon.
"Of most positive SurCucss.' re
spOnded Taxi, also for the third time
Harrington turned slowly and went
back into the temple. Six strides car
ricd him acros, 10 the shrine with It's
image of the sitting Euddha. calm.
peaceful and remote in It's attitude of
meditation
He did not look up at the image.
His eyes sought the small Dat gray
green stone set i'm the exact center Of
the yotiye table. 1t was round and
polished as if with much rubbing
IF you have lied 10 me, Tatt" he
said Sternly t. the guide, who had pad
ded softly in his wake 1t Will 20 hard
with you. ! am not to be taken in 10y
ordinary tourist stories.
THAT is truth" assured Taxi sol
EMMY Il have myself seen it with
my own eyes.
Seen what"
The action of the death stone hon
orable sir"
Harrington suppressed shuddcr,
and his voice shook Il little as he mo-
toned To the japanese
"Go on, Taxi. Tel me about H."
Taxi drew a long, kissing breath ana
sat down upon his heels. Harrington
leaned against the votive table and
gazed moodily down at the green stone
"a man from my village had an en-
envy He wished him much evil ana
he persuaded his enemy to come 10
Musu and TO kiss the death stone; said
it would bring much virtue. The enc
my kiss the stone and fall dead ON the
table"
Harrington walked slowly to the door
and went down the crooked path
among the cryptomcrias. Presently he
came out on the seashore and made
his way toward the picturesque little
i'm where he had been stopping
His host came forward. rubbing his
hands with III concealed pleasure
My lord will not dine alone to-
night" he said, smiling. "Other Amer
lean gentlemen and ladies' will honor
my worthless house"
Harrington smiled absently, and then
as a sudden thought blazed its way
through the dark chaos of his mind he
asked abruptly:
These new peope-what are their
names?"
ALAS. it has escaped my wretchcd
memory" lamentcd Chenyo, but one
is tall gentleman OF reddish hair and
merry laugh
"Grayson himself At last" mutter-
ed Harrington, and he hurried away 10
his tiny room. where servant was i'm
waiting with water for his bath
When he emerged am hour ater hc
was clothed i'm spOtlcsS white, and,
cool. refreshed and handsome, ne was
warmly welcomed by the little party
of Americans dining on the verauda.
Dick Harrington. by an that's
good shouted James Grayson. spriuS
ing mp and graspiug Harrington's re-
luctant hand. priscilla, here is an
old friend You remember Priscilla,
ell. Dick" Grayson laughed heartily
rs his pretty wife arose and shook
hands with the grave eyed man.
yes. / remember Mrs. Grayson,
rumblcd Harrington's deep voice, and
the pretty color which had graced Pris-
elias cheeks fadee-and left a startled
pallor.
Priscilla Grayson had nearly loved
Dick Harrington once upon a time.
Then Graysou had come and swept
her heart into his own keeping she
had never forgotten Hawington's white
hot anger his bitter despair AMI his
dcnunciatiou of Grayson, who seemed
quite unconscious of playing traitor TO
his friend
Harrington had waited his time
Some day. he told himself, there would
come the opportunity to pay back
Grayson for his rcachery. \ kindly
fate must bring them together, and
then-let Grayson look out for him
self
So Harrington had nurscd his hatred
and jealousy through a bitter year ot
restless wandering from one country
10 another, nowhere finding comfort
or peace for his troubled heart. \ few
weeks ago. when he first came TO ia
pan. he heard that the Graysons were
in Tokyo When Taxi his guide, had
told him the story of the death stone
of Musu IL had entered Harrington
mind 20 lure Grayson here. and-weil.
the death stone would do the rest.
IL was something OF a shock for him
to find that the Graysous had come 20
Musn without a lure OF any sort save
the beauty OF it's Stopping hilsidos and
the exquisite pictures Of sea aud land
and sky at sunrise and sunset James
Grayson was a landscape painter. and