The Glenwood post., 1924-05-22

She Is Eurasian. Chinese blood flows
In her veins"
IF she is Eurasian. why do you fear
the missionariesT
'They ask questions. There Is .
story"
Poor scared kid. Wells was think
ing. She would be far better of In
his own household. Safe. He'd find q
way to get her back-where7
"What is this story, honorable abb
bot? Where did the maid come fromr
Wells waited, then: II have asked.
abbot"
This was new Kayama. The priest
had heard many stories: Of a disso-
lutte rogue, at once penurious and
spendthrift, seeker for sensations. It
would be well to conciliate this newer
personality. The temple might need
gold again.
you will remember, Kayama- San,
that when your honorable father sent
you abroad, to the white countries,
there was much fighting. The Japa-
nese troops took from the seiyo-jin
country much land, which they them
selves had taken from China. 1t thus
becomes yellow again.
"A troop of our soldiers, led by a
noble whose name Is ~. Of no i'm
portance, captured Chinese family,
who had succored fleeing Germans. In
the family was this maid. Good. The
noble had her sent to Japan, to his
house. Her white skin was distaste-
full to him. He condemned himself.
Her paleness would arouse Ques-
tions, for this noble lived in a large
town, where missionaries resided. He
did not like the maid. Sell herr None
found her pleasing.
"Then, this maid was educated. by
her Chinese father, in seiyo-jin mis-
sion, after the habits Of white women.
Some missionary might know her.
Thus the noble feared. Feared inves-
legations, and official frowninRs upon
the affair."
HE owed this temple gold. We
agreed to take the maid as payment.
We did SO. We would have sold her
to the highest bidder, awaiting an op-
portunity. 1t came. You have her.
It IL all very simple"
"she is very beautiful" Wells said.
ut Is good that she has the saving
Chinese blood that she may be a maid
In your house." the priest agreed.
"1t saves her that is certain" Wells
agreed, with different meaning. az he
stepped out into the temple yard.
The peace Of his room was grateful
to him. He threw back the screens
and the scented air from the garden
flowed In.
Back in the house he could hear
whisperings and gigglings. A word
drifted to him. Laughter. The serv-
ants were arraylng the Eurasian In
her finery. Her hair had been adjust.
ed to serve as nimbus for the fair
ness and sweetness Of her face, the
whole held in place with curious orna-
mental combs, and shot through with
long fine pins Of gold and tortoise
shell with cunnlngly carved heads
studded with dull jewels.
I'VE must hurry" the old servant
directed. "The lord will be impatient
He Will walk from garden to house
fir house to garden. now here, now
there. He can hardly await her com
Ing"
Wells, truly. found the waiting un
bearable. Unseen, as he had been
shuffling back and forth over the fiat
stones that marked the paths. the
long shadows slowly blended into one
soft darkness. Within the house Ian.
terms were lighted. and little tables
were prepared for the marriage feast
The servant found him in the gar.
den.
"She will not come, Kayama-San
And we cannot talk to her."
II will go. 1t is not according to
custom. but I will 90. I understand