The Catholic bulletin. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1911-1995, 1917-02-24

the painted lips, while the agony of
death corroded her very heart.
One day a European merchant ar
rived at the inn. He was German,
about thirty years of age, tall, rosy
compleXioned, clear eyed, and, unusu-
al in one of his race, his hair was
dark, heavy and black as night.
Henry Wendes was the proprietor
of large commercial house in Toxic.
This house had been founded by his
father twenty years before, and left
to the son after the former had re-
tired to end his days in peace and
quiet in his native land.
- Every year young -Wendes took a
months vacation, and by degrees had
visited nearly every place of interest
in Japan. In Kioto, the ancient CAPT.
tai of Japan, he had often admired the
splendors of a glorious past, the mag.
nificent temples of Buddha and Shin
to, the wonderful works of art in
wood and paper found in the ancient
palaces, the rich and elegant brocaded
work of the present day, and the
handsome statues in bronze repre-.
senting the gods and goddesses of the
country. In the various cities of the
empire, ON the heights of Fuji-san
one of the most famous volcanoes in
the world, and in many other places
he had occasion to admire the beau,
ties of nature and of art.
On Wendes' first appearance in the
inn of Kiwaci, two musme, or Wallets
knelt before him and bowed profound.
of the country, he allowed them to
remove his shoes, and then followed
them to small room which they soon
improvised with several screens used
for that purpose.
After he was sufficiently refreshed
from his long journey, they brought
him everything necessary for the time
being; a few cushions, large and am
pie lounging robe, a pouch of tobacco
an ash tray and some fire to light his
pipe; small table filled with every
kind of choice morsels and sweet
meats, and lastly the inevitable
tishia, or tea
Henry witnessed all this perform
ance without word.
Does the gentleman desire his
honored dinner?" finally inquired one
of the servants.
Wendes consulted his watch. CAL
what hour do you have your honored
dinner together?" he said.
During this season of the yeal
they dine in the inn of Kiwaci short
ly after the sun has passed the
meridian"
Very well, I shall wait until then
Does the gentleman desire any mu
sic?"
mo, begone; leave me alone"
The two Wallets retired, and Wendes
found himself alone between the snow
white screens.
From that first evening the young
man began visiting the sights of the
city.
Nagasaki still preserves the marks
of old Japanese cities, and has not
suffered much from the influence oil
European civilization.
Everything bears the impress of an
tiquity. The houses are small, built
of wood, and one story high. In the
rear of every dwelling is a garden
where a dwarfed vegetation seems to
emulate with great pretensions the
wonderful effects of the bamboo OF
the plain, the campfire and other
trees of the forest, and the ferns and
myrtle of the mountain peaks.
The streets of Nagasaki are alive
with the teeming population that
pours forth of an evening to enjoy the
effects of the bracing atmosphere
The throngs going and coming, the
sounds of many musical instruments
the gathering of the rikshas, as they
jaunt along the streets, all give evi
dence of life of public pleasure and
enjoyment.
lTo ho ronfintrnd