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Whether the land is worth anything
or not the Everglades ought to be
drained.
Looking up, she was struck by the
expression on Thorn’s face. He
■seemed, listening, to "be held captive
by some dire recollection. It broughi
to her mind that bitter cry:
I cannot but remember such things were,
That were most precious to me!
She rose with a sudden swelling of
the throat.
“I must go now,’
A Chicago professor says'that smoke
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will bring abjut permission to smoke
in the street cars.
The shifting of the Japan current is
said to have greatly benefited the cli-
mate of Alaska. But what’s to keep
it from shifting again?’’
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cross.”
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on his face with a terrible cry, -
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Inside its dripping rim the sudden
cessation of the wind seemed almost
uncanny, and the boom of the surf
was a dull thunderous roar. He set
her on her feet on the damp rock and
laughed wildly.
“Do you realize," she said, “that we
have transgressed the most sacred
tenet of Ben-ten by coming here to-
gether? We are doomed to misunder-
standing.”
“Now that I recollect, that applies
only to lovers,” he answered. “Them
we”—
“Are quite safe,” she quickly finish-
ed for him. “Come, I want to see the,
shrine. We must find a candle.”
He peered into the gloomy depths.
“I think I see some burning,” he said.
“We will explore.”
A little way inside they came to a J
small well, with a dipper and a rack ’
of thin blue and white towels to
cleanse the hands of worshipers. On
a square pedestal stood a stone
Buddha, curiously incrusted by drip-
pings from the roof. Near it was a
wooden booth, its front hung with
pendants of twisted rice straw and
strips of white paper folded in diago-
nal notches. It held a number of tiny]
wooden tori! strung with lighted can-
dles, above each of which was nailed
a paper prayer. A few copper coins
lay scattered beneath them.
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pest ebb about them', then -stRliS^nly
felt herself lifted from her feet, and
her eyes opened into Daunt’s. Her
cheek lay against his breast, as it had
done in that short moment in the em-
bassy garden. She could feel his
heart bound under the rough tweed. ;
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A MOMENT SHE LAY
IN HIS ARMS.
dense blackness, shot with fire and full I
of pealing bells, and the beating of
her heart was a great wave of sound
that throbbed like the iron shod fury,
of the seas.
“I love you, Barbara,’? he said sim-
ply—“I love you!’’
The stammering utterance pierced <
the swift, confused sweetness of that
first kiss like a lance of desperate glad- j
ness. Through the tumbling passion I
of the words he poured into her heart
she could feel his hands touching het
face, her throat, her loosened hair.
“Barbara! Listen, dear! I must say
it! It’s stronger than I am—no, don’t
push me away! Love mel You must
love me!”
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cause he mixed yellow clay with but-
ter is wondering why. He couldn’t see
anything wrong with yellow day so
long as it tasted all right.
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POOR OLD SAN ANTONIO.
Laredo Daily Times.
A Texarkana undertaker, disgusted
at the reluctance of his fellow citizens
to leave this vale of tears, sold his
business and moved to San Antonio.
Poor old San Antonio! It is only the
other day that another man estab-
lished a coffin factory there. It must
be either their politics or their whisky,
the brands of which are both very
bad.
If the sun will oruy keep on shining
we’ll enter no pro »o'. against the co ;1
weather. •
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become the greatest all year round re-
sort in the ccuntry you are on the
wrong track. Get right.
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•‘My child!” he cried in a breaking
voice.- “My little, little child, whom
they have robbed me of—whom I have
never known in all these weary years!
You have grown away from me—I
shall never have you now! Never-
never!”
Behind him the image of Kwan-on,
the All-Pitying, tossed the sunlight
about the room in golden lettered
flashes, and beneath his closed and
burning lids there seemed to blend and
weave—to form bossed letters which
had stared at him from the rim of the
rose window: “Thou Shalt Have No
Other Gods Before Me.”
CHAPTER XVI.
DAUNT LISTENS TO A SONG.
F^^HE day had dawned sultry,
with a promise of summer hu-
midity,. and Daunt was not
surprised to find the barome-
ter performing intemperate antics.
“Confound it!” he muttered irritably
as he dressed. “If it was a month
later one would think there was a
typhoon waltzing around somewhere
in the China sea.”
That morning had seen his first trial
of his new fan propeller, and the
glider’s action had surpassed his wild-
est expectations. The flight, of which
Barbara had caught a glimpse from
Thorn’s garden, had been a longer one
than usual—quite twelve miles against
a sluggish upper current—but even
that failed to bring its customary
glow.
Today Daunt could not exorcise with
the mass of detail the leering imps
that plagued him. They peered at him
over the edge of the code books and
whispered from the margins of deco-
rous dispatches, chuckling satirically.
“Barbara!” they sneered. “Mere
acquaintances often name steam
yachts for girls, don’t they? Arrived
the same day as her ship, eh? Rather
singular coincidence! What a flush she
had when Voynich spoke of Phil’s
brother last night at the tea house.
. Angry! Of course she was! What
engaged girl likes to have the fact
paraded, especially when she’s prac-
ticing on another man? And how
about the telegram? How long have
you known her, by the way?
flays? Really, now!”
The weekly governmental pouch had
closed at noon, and pouch days were
half holidays, but Daunt did not go tc
the embassy. An official letter had
arrived from Washington which must
be delivered in Kamakura. Daunt
seized this excuse, plunged ferociously
into tweeds and an hour afterward
found himself in a railway carriage
thudding gloomily toward the lower
bay. In his heart he knew that he
was trying to run away—from some-
thing that nevertheless traveled with
him.
At Kamakura an immediate answer
to the letter he brought was not forth-
coming, and to kill the time he stroll-
ed far down the curved beach.
Daunt knew a tea house on the very
lip of the cliff, the Kinkiro—“Inn of
the Golden Turtle”—and he bent his
steps lazily in its direction. At the
hedge he paused an instant. Some
one somewhere was humming, low
voiced, an air that he bad once loved.
He pushed open the gate and went on
into the tremulous radiance. Then he
stopped short.
Barbara was seated above him in the
fork of a low camellia tree, one am
laid out along a branch, her green
gown blending with a bamboo thick-
et behind her and her vivid face
framed in the blossoms. She sat, chin
in hand, looking dreamily out across
the bay, and the hummed song had a
rhythm that seemed to fit her thought
—slow and infinitely tender.
“You!” he cried.
She turned with a startled move-
ment that dissolved into low, delicious
laughter.
“Fairly caught,” she answered. “I
don’t often revert far enough to climb
trees, but I thought no one but Haru
and I was here. Will you come and
help me down. Honorable Flyman?”
“Wait.” he said. “What was the
song you were humming?”
She looked at him with a quick in-
.________, she said. “The
what they are. Not our strength chapel ls to be dedicated this morn-
’ ’ x organ is piaying for the
service now.”
She led the way along the stepping
stones to the bamboo gate. As they
approached, through the interstices of
the farther hedge she could see the
figure of the ambassador, with Mrs.
Dandridge, among the kimonos enter-
ing the chapel door. In the temple
across the yard the baton had begun
Its tapping, and the dulled, monotonous
tomtom mingled weirdly with the soar-
ing harmonies of the organ.
With her hand on the paling she
spoke again:
“One thing I didn’t tell you. It was
I who built the chapel. It is in mem-
ory of my father. See, there is the
memorial window. They were putting
it in place when I came a little while
ago.”
She was not looking at Thorn, or she
would have seen his face overspread
with a whiteness like that of death.
He stood as if frozen to marble. The
morning sun on the chapel’s eastern
side, striking through its open case-
ments, lighted the iridescent rose
window with a tender radiance, gild
ing the dull yellow aureole about the
bead of the Master and giving life and
glow to the face beside him—dark,
beardless and passionately tender—at
which Thorn was staring, with what
seemed almost an agony of inquiry.
“St. John,” she said softly, “ ‘the
disciple whom Jesus loved.’"
drew from the bosom of her dress the
locket she always wore and opened it
“The face was painted from this—the
only picture I have of my father.”
His hand twitched as he took it
He looked at it long and earnestly—at
the name carved on its lid. “Barbara
—Barbara Fairfax!” he said. She
thought his lips shook under the gray
mustache.
tc
she asked.
pan will very soon discover that her
individual action in enlarging her navy-
will deprive her of the friendship of
those people with whom she expects
to build up a great commercial inter-
course; again, at the rate with which
Japan is investing in both land and
sea armament, the chapter of her abil-
ity to meet the inevitable bills for this
martial ambition will be a short one.
England is feeling the weight of this
incubus, Germany has long since
reached the limit of her legitimate
for this particular line of
investment. France is merely keeping
up appearances because the govern-
ment feels it incumbent on the nation
to not fall behind, and the attitude of
the American government is clearly in-
dicated in the curtailed appropriations
in connection with martial matters.
The key to a solution of the puzzle
has all along rested in Germany and
Great Britain, and today it looks as
if these two people had determined to
make history along untries but most
enlightened lines.
CHAPTER XVIL
THE ISLAND OF ENCHANTMENT. J
NCE more the wind caught!
them, but he staggered on
through it and into the high
rock entrance of the cave.
Daunt $
thrust two of the candles into wooden
holders, and they slowly followed the
narrowing fissure, guttered by the feet
of centuries, between square posts
bearing carven texts and small images
coated with the spermy droppings
from innumerable candles.
She held up her winking light to-
ward his face. “What a desperate ab-
sorption!” she said laughingly. “You
haven’t said a thing for five minutes.”'
“I’m thinking we had better explain f
at once to Ben-ten that we’re not lov-
ers. Otherwise we may get the pen-
alty. Perhaps we’d better just tell het
it was an accident and let it go at
that. What do you think?”
“That might be the simplest”
“All right, then. I’ll say ‘Ben-ten,
dear, she wanted to come alone; she
really did. We didn’t intend it at alL
So be a nice, gracious goddess andi
don’t make her quarrel with me!’ ” 1
“What do you suppose she will an-
swer?”
“She will say. ‘Young man, in the
same circumstances I should have done
exactly the same myself.’ ”
The nassaae had arown so low that
they had to bend their heads, then all
at once it widened into a concave
chamber. The cannonading of the
wind rumbled fainter and fainter. He
took her hand and drew her forward,
“There is Ben-ten,” he said.
The Goddess of Love sat in a barrel
cleft of the rock, enshrined in a dull,
gold silence. Beads of moisture span-
gled her robe, glistening like brilliants,
through the mossy darkness.
deity!” said Barbara. “
live for ever in a sea cavern!
clammy idea, isn’t it?”
“That’s”— He paused. “I could |
make a terrible pun, but I won’t.” ■
“One shouldn’t joke about love,” she
said. ; i
“Have you discovered that too?” I
She gazed at him strangely without
answering. In the wan light his face
looked pale. Her unresisting fingers
still lay in Ins; he felt their touch like
■a breath of fire through all his veins.
Her eyes sparkled back the eery witch
glow of the candle flames. “You are
a green golden gnome girl,” he said
unsteadily. “And I am under a spell.*'
“Yes, yes,” she said. “I am Rump*
tydudget’s daughter. I have only to
wave my candlestick so to turn you
into a stalagmite.”
She suited the action to the word and
dropped her candle, which was extin-
guished on the damp floor. Bending
forward to retrieve it, Daunt slipped.
The arm he instinctively threw out
to save himself struck the wall and
his own candle flew from its socket.
As he regained his footing, confused
by the blank, in-
folding darkness^
he stumbled
against Barbara,
and his face
brushed hers. In
another instant
the touch had
thrilled into a
kiss. |
A moment she
lay in his arms,
passive, panting, j
her unkissed “
mouth stinging
with the burn of
his lips. The
world was a
You—are a Buddhist, are you not?”
“And Buddhists believe
the spirits of the dead are always
Do you think—perhaps—he
sees the chapel?”
He put her locket into her hands
hastily. “God!” he said, as if to him-
self. “He will see it through a hun-
dred existences!”
Her eyes were moist and shining,
am glad you think that,” she said.
In the chapel the bishop’s gaze
kindled as it went out over the kneel-
ing people.
“We beseech thee that in this place
now set apart to thy service thy holy
name may be worshiped in truth and
purity through all generations.”
The voice rang valiant and clear in
the summer hush. It crossed the still
lane and entered a window where, in
a temple loft, a man sat still and gray
and quiet, his hands clinched in his
kimono sleeves:
“We humbly dedicate it to thee in
the memory of one for the saving of
TEXAS AT TOP OF ACTIVITY
Fort Worth Star-Telegram.
Two hundred million acres of land
to be put out this spring in grain and
cotton “will be the most intelligently
handled crop in the history of the
country.” Sure—-and Texas must be
somewhere at the top of this activity.
But here is the view of an Eastern
man of affairs: “The amount of atten-
tion which has been given to the
theory and practice of crow growing,
stock raising, soil ferUlity and seed
selection, has never before been
equaled. More farmers than ever have
abandoned their traditional ways of
thinking and, voluntarily .or by force
of necessity, have changed to conform
to scientific experience.” Time was
when mule power planned and financed
the farm. But brain power now is get-
ting the dollars out of the soil. Let
Texas grow.
IS DEVILISH AND DEPLORABLE.
Waco Morning News.
That method of revenge for some
real or fancied wrong used in Fort
Worth when the Baptist church was
burned and an attempt was made to
burn the home of Rev. J. Frank Norris
is devilish and deplorable. At all
times and in all ages there have been
martyrs to their faith. In the pur-
suance of his duty fearlessly the rev-
erend gentleman has incurred the ha-
tred of some one who is too narrow
to see the spirit of kindliness in the
work and in the words of Mr. Norris.
Men. who do these terrible things are
victims of a misdirected life, and if
their energies could have been directed
in. the right way would have made
very successful citizens.
Cut This Story Out and Keep It. You’ll
Want to Read It Later if Not Now.
Thorn moved his position suddenly,
and Barbara saw his shoulders rise in
a deep taken breath. <
“Love of right and hatred of wrong,”
he said, “admiration for the beautiful
and the true, faith in man and woman,
sensitiveness to artistic things—ah, it
is most often the mother who makes
men ' '
or power of calculation, but her heart
and power to love! In the twilight of
every home one sees the mother souls
glowing like fireflies. • I never had a
picture of my mother. I would rather
have her portrait than a fortune.”
His voice was charged with feeling.,
She felt a strange flutter of the heart
and painful and yearning sympathy
such as she had never felt before.
“I wonder what he saw from that
Greek cradle,” she resumed. “I could
never fancy the room so well,
pose it had pictures,
so?”
He nodded. “And maybe—on one
wall—a Greek icon, protected by a
silver case. I’ve seen such that left
exposed only the olive brown faces and
hands and feet of the figures. Per-
haps when he was very little he used
to think the bro-wn Virgin represented
his mother and the large eyed child
himself.”
“Ah!” she cried, and a deeper light
camO in her eyes. “You have been
in Greece! You have seen what he
saw!” But he made no reply, and
after a moment she went on:
“He had never known what terror
was till one day an accident, received
in play, brought him the fear of blind-
ness. It must have stayed with him
all his life after that, wherever he
went—for he lived in other countries.
I have a few leaves of an old diary of
his. Here and there I feel it in the
lines.”
She, too, fell silent,
said.
“There my dreams end. You see how
little I know of him. I don’t know
why he came to Japan. But he met
my mother here, and here they were
married. I should always love Japan,
if only for that.”
“He—died here?”
“In Nagasaki,
back to America,
born.”
She was looking out across the wide
space where the roofs sank out of
sight—to the’foliaged slope of Aoyama.
Suddenly a thrill, a curiously complex
motion, ran over her. Above those
far treetops, sailing in slow, sweeping
concentric circles, she saw a great
machine, like a gigantic vulture. She
knew instantly what it was, and there
flashed before her the memory of a
day at Fort Logan when a brave
young lieutenant had crashed to death
before her eyes in a shattered aero-
plane.
If Daunt were to fall what would it
mean to her! In that instant the gar-
den about her, Thorn, the blue sky
above, faded, and she stared dismayed
into a gulf in whose shadows lurked
the disastrous, the terrifying, the ir-
reparable. “I love him! I love him!”
It seemed to peal like a temple bell
through her brain. Even tq herself
she could never deny it again.
She became aware of music near at
hand. It brought her back to the pres-
ent, for it was the sound of the or-
, trail in the new chanel across the way.
Considering the articles stolen it
appears that many people steal be-
cause they’re crazy and not because
they need the article.
There may be no special significance
in the visit to Germany of Viscount
Haldanes, British secretary of war,
taken in connection with the evident
purpose of the dominant party in the
lower house of congress to trim down
the size of the army, and the recent
action of the Democratic majority to
make no appropriation for the con-
struction of additional battleships of
the dreadnaught type, and yet there
may exist the very deepest significance
in two apparently remote happenings.
It is freely intimated, that the visit
to Germany of the British war secre-
tary has more to do with the future
world peace than might appear on
the surface and that the question of
reduction of armament by the two na-
tions might not be one entirely ig-
nored in the discussions that may
arise.
• It is eminently fit and proper that
Great. Britain and Germany should be
the two nations to take the initiative
in any movement that looks to the fu-
ture peace of the world for, if com-
mon report is to be believed, these two
countries have, on several recent oc-
casions, been very near the point of
hostilities and even today a con-
dition of what is termed in diplomatic
language as a “strained relationship”
exists between the two. The cordiality
with which the British representative
is being received in the German cap-
ital may be accepted as an index of
the sentiment of the German court as
regards the question of a permanent
state of peace between the nations
of the world, and England’s feeling in
the matter has been clearly indicated
by the speech of Chancellor David
Lloyd George on February 3rd when
he declared that the moment had now
arrived for a discussion of the reduc-
tion in armament.
< Both Ffance and the United States
have evidenced .sufficient desire to par-
ticipate in whatever might tend to
the peaceful adjustment of all dis-
putes that might arise between the
nations of earth and it remained for
Great Britain and Germany to for-
mally commit themselves to such a
program to make it one for the minor
nations to follow. Both England and
Germany are each year feeling the
more keenly the tremendous cost of
maintaining armies and navies on the
scale deemed sufficient to hold the re-
spective positions selected by these
governments among the countries of
the world, but how to recede without
dishonor was a problem which up to
this time appeared impossible of so-
lution; but if the purpose be followed
up with the same earnestness that has
characterized the initiatory step, the
permanent solving of the matter will
be not so very difficult for this present
generation of statesmen.
It has been suggested that Japan’s
action in. persistently increasing her
naval armament is the one obstacle to
the furtherance of the world peace pro-
gram, but there are two reasons why
'this need not offer the least obstruc-
tion to the good work. Should Great
■Britain, Germany, France and the
United States reach a working agree-
•j|>ent as to reduction or armament. Ja-
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take of breath, then for answer be- 1
gan to sing, in a voice that presently 3
became scarce more than a whisper:
•Forgotten you? Well, if forgetting
Be hearing all the day '
Your voice through all the strange babble 1
Of voices grave, now gay—
If counting each moment with longing
Till ths one when I see you again,
If this be forgetting, you’re right, dear!
And I have forgotten you then!”
Daunt’s hand fell to his side. A
young girl’s face nested in creamy
pink blossoms—a sweet, shy, flushed
face under a mass of curling gold
bronze hair. “I remember now!” he
said in a low voice. “I sang it to you
that day!” 1
“I am flattered!” she exclaimed.
“The day before yesterday you had
forgotten that you ever saw poor lit-
tle me! It was Mrs. Claybourne, of
course, that you sang to! Yet you
were my idol for a long month and a
day!”
“It was to you,” he said unsteadily.
“I didn’t know your name. But I
never forgot the song. I remembered
it that night in the garden when 1
first heard you playing!”
They walked together around the
curving road, leaving Haru with the
tea basket. “Patsy would have come,"
Barbara had said, “but she is in the
clutches of her dressmaker.” And
Daunt had answered, “I have a dis-
tinct regard for that Chinaman!”
His black mood had vanished, and
the leering imps had flown. In the
brightness of her physical presence
how baseless and foolish seemed his
sullen imaginings! What man who
owned a steam yacht, knowing her,
would not wish to name it the Bar-
Walking beside her, so near
that he could feel the touch of her
light skirt against his ankles, it seem-
ed impossible that he should ever
again be other than light hearted. She
was no acquaintance of hours, after
all. He had known her for seven
years. He was in wild spirits.
They stopped at a tea house open on
all sides and, sitting cross legged on its
tatame, drank tea from earthenware
pots that held only a small cupful.
They went, laughing like two children,
down the zigzag stone steps. He pointed
to a gloomy fissure which ran into the
mountain at a little distance.
“O maiden, journeying to holy Ben-
ten,” he said, “behold her shrine!”
“How disillusioning!”
“People find love so sometimes.”
She slowly shook her head. “Not all
of them,” she said softly. “I am old
fashioned enough not to believe that.”
“We will ask Ben-ten about it,” he
said.
“Oh, but not ‘we!’” she cried. “I
must go alone. Don’t you know the
legend? People quarrel if they go
together.”
“I can’t imagine quarreling with you.
I’d rather quarrel with myself.”
“That would be difficult, wouldn’t
It?”
“Not in some of my moods. Ask my
head boy. Today, for instance"—
“Well?” for he had paused.
“I was meditating self destruction
when I met you.”
“By whijt interesting method, 1 won*
der?”
“I was about to search for a volcano
to jump into.”
“I thought that the nearest active
crater is a hundred miles away.”
“So it is, but I’m an absentminded
beggar.”
She laughed. "May 1 ask what in-
spired today’s suicidal mood?”
“It was—a telegram.”
“Oh!” She colored faintly. “I—I hope
it held no bad news.”
He looked into her eyes. “I hope
not,” he said. Something else was on
his tongue when “Look!” she ex-
claimed. “How strange the sea looks
off there!”
From where they stood steps were
roughly hewn into the rock, winding
across the face of the cliff. Besides,
these stone pillars were socketed, 'par-
rying an iron chain that hung in rust-
ed festoons. Along this precarious
pathway from the cavern an old man
was hastily coming, followed by a boy
with a sagging bundle tied in a white
cloth. “That parcel, no doubt,” said
Daunt, “contains the day’s offerings.
Wait! You’re not going?” for she had
started down the steps.
She had turned to answer when
with the suddenness of an explosion
a burst of wind fell on them like a
flapping weight, spattering them with
drops that struck the rock as if hurled
from a slingful of melted metal.
Daunt had sprung to her side and
was shouting something. But the
words were indistinguishable. She
shook her head and went \ on stub-
bornly, clinging to the chain, a whirl
of blown garments. She felt him grasp
her arm.
“Go back!’’ she shrieked. “It’s—bad
-luck!”
As he released her there came a sec-
ond’s menacing lull, and in it she
sprang down the steps and ran swift-
ly out along the pathway. He was
after her in an instant, overtaking her
on a frail board trestle that spanned
a pool where the cliff was perpendicu-
lar. Here the wind, shaggy with
spume, hurled them together. Daunt
threw an arm about her, clinging with
the other hand to the wooden railing.
Her hair was a reddish swirl across
his shoulder, and her breath, panting
against his throat, ridged his skin with
a creeping delight
He bent and shouted into her ear.
All she caught was, “Must—eave-
next lull”—
She nodded her head, and her lips
smiled at him through the confused
obscurity. A thrill swept her like sil-
ver rain. Pulse on pulse, an emotion
like fire and snow in one thrilled and
chilled her. She closed her eyes with
a wild longing that the wind might
last forever, that that moment like
the ecstasy of an opium dream, might
draw Itself out to infinite length.
Slowly ghe felt the breath of the tem-
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