The Glenwood post., 1924-07-10

unsteady, and she was frightened At
the thought that she might be going
| to cry, ont of sheer modification. The
kimono was dainty thing, and, as
she slipped 1t on, the silk had mur-
INJURED that her lord would find 1t
pleasing her, likewise.
I'm pointing out the forms which
are proper and demanded. treat you
like a woman" Wells said gravely.
II should like to believe that" Ellen
answered without looking at him.
ais II 30 hard to believer" he asked,
so softly that she only Just heard the
words. tffa
"You make 1t difficult" she said de-
1 fantly. "You-does nothing about me
please you, Kayama1" She stressed
his name.
| Both were silent She felt the deep
| ly disturbing sense of his near pres
ence; this she had felt before she
knew that this man was her own kind,
and she had been both frightened and
ashamed. He seemed so glum that she
forgot her own anger and, timidly.
touched his hand as 1t rested upon the
| rail.
He took her fingers, smoothing them
| as he would child's-so he thought
and. without latent, drew the hand
more closely to him. Involuntarily
she followed her hand, nearer and
nearer. At the touch of her kimono
against his arm Wells started,
your lips are naked Of paint, O.
Hana." he said. "Of this I have
spoken before"
She knew that he had cloaked his
true feelings like this often. The idea
Of plaguing him was too strong for
her to resist. He deserved bit of 1t |
And, In so doing, she would be per
fectly safe-he must retain, preceding
events had clearly shown. his incoa-
nito at any cost.
do you dislike them 30 much that
1 must cover them?" She smiled as
she spoke, and tilted her face slightly
toward him.
Wells grunted.
Il go to FIX my lords lips az he com
mands," Ellen added demurely. The
doctor had been correct in saying that
Kayama-her husband-would recover
quickly. BE was entire master Of him.
self. She bowed to him and went
back to her cabin, tired. so tired from
the long sleepless hours Of watching
but very happy and unutterably con-
tent. The one distressing thought was
Of the morrow when they would land.
and then-whatP .1
Wells, also, as he strobe along the
deck, was strangely elate. The wind
and lack Of food made his appetite
keen. When he reappeared in the
salon. he heard nothing from the cap
tain OF his absence from table. 1t Is
not bushido for men to mention such
small things as illness, since pain must
be borne stoically. Wells attempted
to eat. for he was hungry, but the
elaborately prepared lapo-lapo. swim
ming all out Of element in 4 sea Of
vinegary sauce which took hours to
prepare. the soggily-brown pork, heavy
with spice, nauseated him. Rising
with an apologetic bow. he left the
table.
There is son Of samurai," the
captain bruised In a low voice. HE
is doubtless very Ill, but forces him
self to act naturally" -
Why, Wells asked himself, as he es-
capped to the deck again, why hadn't
he asked outright for eggs and coffeel
1t would not have jeopardized the part
he played, and he couldn't eat that
stuff. 1t would have choked him.
A feeling Of melancholy, akin to self
pity, surged over him as he watched
the endless swells advance and break,
to be replaced by others as formless
and indefinite as themselves. So. his
Orientalized mind whispered, It was
ordained "Why strive" as the Sixth
Book has 1t, ''when the wind beats the
water to its will: 80 with the son Of
man in his strivings" He shook the
mood off. Hang 1t. this Kayama STUFF
was permeating him, at a time when
he would soon need all Of his wits.
Kayama he was on the surface, but
success depended upon his thinking a.
Bob Wells. Ordainedf What II It
were7 Should he deny that In bring
ing him Ellen the Son Of the Sun had
brought him happiness1 Hadn't the
ThunHer God given him everything
needful to show the folks At home
what had really happened7
As he thought Of williams smooth
assurance that <all would be ex.
plained" to Sanderson he smiled
grimly.
The Thunder God, old Kaminari,
had been good TO him. impostor though
he was. He was glad now, very glad,
that Kayama had been actually bur
led in the Thunder Gate cemetery
glad that he had insisted upon the
sailing of toy boats. all afire, as is de-
creed by shinto rite. In memory Of
the departed and voyaglng soul.
In no way had Wells injured the
standing of the house Of the Thunder
Gate. There was no doubt but that