The Glenwood post., 1924-05-15
SYNOPSIS

place in the Japanese town Of Mitagirl
KkaySsimf kaSySi sa d!.sciYte th son Of ths wssithy
stolen fro% Ii. e i.eSsf5 rSlio1inaE H'a FL
man. aaf psff; n
unconscious. Kayama. dreadinE his Ia
TIERS anger. sees way, Of escape. He
white man (te whom he bears . re-
markable rssemblance). leaving q note
.s.sss Il tas saa Il (.
sonate him (Kayama) for = time.
Lea LLsavins, Kayama is robbed and slain.
to the hoa;. os Aoch m f.f
name. ia RahAnt WALL.
Next he undressed quickly, and
placed upon himself the ragged gar.
ments he had taken from the white
man In the watch-pocket of the
trousers. which he had not found in
his search for money, he discovered a
'crumpled, manyfolded envelope.
Spelling carefully and slowly, he de-
'cided that this man was Robert
Wells (for so the envelope was ad-
dressed), but as there was neither
money nor letter within he simply
tossed it away. Instantly, with curse
for his carelessness, he retrieved the
envelope. Tearing off the face, which
bore the writing, and thrusting 1t into
his pocket, he unwrinkled the remain
der of the paper.
The man spoke excellent Japanese.
1t was, therefore, extremely probable
that he could read it also. Quickly,
using bit of charcoal from the bra.
zier as a crayon, he covered the en-
velope with characters.
Here was chance to eat much ex-
cellent food, and to rest until the
strength was renewed in him, he
wrote. In return, he must act as the
son of Aochi-San, Lord of the Thun-
der Gate. His name was Kayama He
looked like Kayama. He must be Ka.
yama. There would be much money
in 1t. Kayama snickered as he wrote
that. His body was stained But he
must stain it freshly (being careful
where the. stain came from, so none
might suspect, or, better. refrain from
visiting the family pool. He, the true
kayama, wolld return in the proper
time. 1t was wonderful opportunity.
Grasp it. Food Wine. A silent
mouth.
Finished with HIS writing, Kayama
tucked the bit of paper well inside the
white mans kimono. Here it would be
safe. If the white man woodland,
so great was the resemblance, the
erect figure, the keen eyes, the straight
nose, the curving eyebrows, the dam
aged arm and eye, the scar, that Ka-
yama was certain 1t could be done
act so, the days, or week, that would
be given him would take Kayama and
his new maid out of reach Of Aochi,
his honorable father.
II the white were discovered for
what he was-he, Kayama, was no
worse off. AS to what happened to
this Wells-does the pine tree ask the
pardon of the worm who crawls about
its roots?
Kayama surveyed the form Of Wells
on the mating. He took last look
and, fastening the cuff-links, stole hur-
riedly out Of the room and down the
crooked corridor, headed for the door
at the end. 1t seemed that the white
man had departed, while the japanese
sprawled upon the floor.
Thus Itoia thought when he shut
died in. minutes later.
80" he intoned, "even the seiyo-
jim has robbed and battered this
spawn here" and he shook the body
again and again, finally slapping the
face briskly.
Wells eyes fiickered open; shut,
dizzy with pain. One hand strayed to
the new torment on his chest.
Come" ordered the innkeeper. ut
10 useless. A coolie sent by your hon
ornble father is waiting to take you
home. Here" he bent his squat form
and hoisted Wells to his feet. II will
help you"
Wells swayed drunkenly about the
slippery floor Of the corridor. support
ed by the host. Brandy" he whis-
pered. when they were back in tho
sitting tavern room.
'First." Itoia answered shortly,
there Ia q matter Of three yen and
ten sen. Lat me have the money"
Wells did not remember three yens
worth Of liquor. But-so his aching
head told him-he did not remember
anything. A searching hand failed to
ind the few silver and copper pieces
that he q. thought he had In his
trousers pocket -. and whore
were his trousers. anyhowf heat
overcame him and he swayed.
Gone. honorable keeper Of the inn,"
be said. But will give you
gold. ;. - He fumbled at his sleeve
for 4 cuft-link. The wrist-long shirt
was gone.
"Goldl" Itoia sneered. You boasted
that the gold was well hid. Yohi Make
me no promises, Kayama." The Inn
keeper threw up his hands In 4 great
flourish, making certain that all In the
room saw and listened. "Kayama-San."
he went on politely. "for the honor Of
your house, which breeds the big, pow
Arful man Of the ThundAr Gate. like