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ondon society by of the bringing together of the two. THE CHARACTERS IN THE STORY. E HONORABLE GEOFFREY ‘BARRINGTON, son of Lord Brandan, 2 Captain in the British Army, resigns his commission when he weds KO FUJINAMI, heiress, daughter of Japanese parents who are dead, ought up and educated in French convert schools and introduced to IDY EVERINGTON, a brilliant matchmaker, who did not foresee the result At the reception toasts are drunk to the closer union/of Britain and Japan, but both British and Japanese diplomats in the distinguished company evade the, suggestion that the couple visit Japan as appears to be their desire. Some of the reception guests frankly question thé wisdom of the marriage and doubt the possibility of a happy life for the pair, Lady Everington, in her anxiety for the young Captain, who has been her special profege, interviews 2 é IT SAITO, the Japanese Ambassador, who tells her the Fujinamis belong to the nouveaux riches of .apan, but gives little information of their origin Wm or the source of their wealth. A visit to his wife's guardians, the Muratas of Deauville, sharpens the desire to a Japanese family living in Paris, and a sojourn among the cosmopolitans see Japan. Aboard the ship they meet SCOUNT KAMIMURA, returning home to wed a bride chosen by his family, whom he has never seen. Barrington in company « ‘th two" shocked by the performance. A stop at Nagasaki is the @rst sight of real Japan. A part of the revelation is the Chonkina or Geisha dance, seen by English acquaintances, Barrington is He is disturbed to learn from the talk of Americans and Englishmen that marriages with Japanese women are not favorably regarded. them ever¥where and accompanies being E SMITH, daughter of a Japanese mother and an English father. NAKA, a nondescript Japanese, attaches himself to the Barringtons, follows them to Tokio, where Geoffrey meets ;GGIE) FORSYTH, attache of the British Embassy, musical and romantic, shaking off old attachments in Paris for a new one in Japan, the novelty Bar- Hm tington meets Miss Smith, who smokes and languishes in Forsyth’s apart- Maents at the Embassy. \ CYNTHIA CAIRN Barringfon, from a talk with , wife of the British Ambassador, learns of Yae's mary—some tatal—love affairs and of the Embassy's disapproval of For- syth's engagement to the young woman. CHAPTER X. 6th Instalment. The Yoshiwara Women. shu dai-ishi no ume - -ya Kimi ga tame ni hiraku, Ina. no shingi wo shiran to hossaba, ko tsuki wo funde kitare. —Yoshiwara Popular Bong. jo finest plum-blossom of Kyushu night is opening for thee. thou wishest to know the true character of thi® flower, e at the third hour singing in the moonlight. § the resnit of an affecting scene with his wife, Geoffrey's op- position to the Yoshiwara pro- ject collapsed. It everybody went to see the place, then 1t could not be such bad form to do s0. Asako rang up Reggie; and on the next after- the young diplomat called the Barrington in a motor where Miss Yae Smith was al- y installed. They drove through fo, It was like crossing London he space of distance covered; an MBnse city—yet Is it a city, or Mely a village preposterously over- ere is no dignity in the Japanese tal, nothing secular or permanent, ept that mysterious forest-land in midst of the moats and the gray fis, where dwell the Emperor and , Spirit of the Race. It 1s a mon- city, a vast congeries of native eden huts, hastily equipped with a modern conveniences. Drunken jes stagger down the streets, wav- their cobwebs of electric ‘wires. fcety trams jolt past, crowded to flowing, ‘so crowded that human- clings to the steps and platforms clots, Ike files clinging to some et surface. Thousands of Hittle glitter, wink, or frown at the -by. Many of them have West- plate-glass windows and stucco hiding their savagery, like a woman tricked out in ridicu- pomp. Some, still grimly con- tive, receive the customer in ir cavernous interior, and cheat his tm their perpetual twilight. Many eee little shops'are so small that stock-in-trade flows over on to vement, The toy shops, the shops, the cake shops, the ps for women's ribbons and hatr- seem to be trying to turn them- inside out, Others are so rett- that nothing appears save «a tch of clean straw mats, where y clerks sit smoking round the hi (fireboxes). Then, when the gets accustomed to the darkness, can see behind them the ranks of tea-jars of Uji, or layers of dark ono stuff, character of the shops changed the Barringtons thelr party roached their de tion, The ve element predominated more more. The wares became more More inexplicable There were ps in which gold Buddhas shone 4m brass lamps for temple use, shops queer utensils and myste- rious little bits of things, whose secret was hidden in the cabalistic signs of Chinese script. There were Stalls of curios, and second-hand goods spread: out on the pavement, under the custody of wizened, inattentive old men, who squatted and smoked. Red-faced maids stared at.the for- elgners from the balconies of lofty inns and eating-houses near Uyeno station. Further on, they passed the silence of old temple walls, the spa- clousness of pigeon-haunted cloisters, and the huge high-pitched roofs of the shrines, with their twisted horn-like points, Then, down a narrow alley appeared the garish banners of the Asakusa theatres and cinema palaces. They -heard the yelling of the door- touts, and the bray of discordant music. They caught a glimpse of hid- eous placards whose crude illustra- tions showed the quality of the per- formance to be seen within, girls fall- ing from aeroplanes, demon ghosts with bloody daggers, melodrama un- leashed. ‘ Everywhere the same crowds loit- ered along the pavements. No hustle, no appearance of business save where & messenger boy threaded the maze on a break-neck bicycle, or where a dull-faced coolle pulled at an over- loaded, barrow. Gray and brown, the crowd clattered yy on their wooden stoes. Gray and black, passed the haikara young men with their yellow side-spring shoes Black and sabre- dragging, the policeman went to and fro, invisibly moored to his wooden sentry box. The only bright notes among all these drab multitudes were the little girls in thelr variegated kimonos, who fluttered in and out of the entrances, and who played unscolded on the foot- Paths. These too were the only notes of happiness; for their grown-up rel- atives, especially the women, carried an air, if not an actual expression, of animal melancholy, the melancholy of driven sheep or of cows ruminant. The crowds were growing denser. Their faces were all set in one direc- tion. At last the whole roadway was filled with the slow-moving tide. The Barringtons and their friends had to alight from their car and continue the Test of the way on foot, “They are all going to see the show," Reggle explained to his party, and he pointed to a line of high houses which stood out above the low native huts, It was a square block of building some hundreds of yards long, quite foretgn in character, hay- ing the appearance of factory bulld- ings, or of @ barracks or workhouse. “What a dismal-looking place!'’ said Asako, “Yes,"' agreed Reggie, ‘but at night it is much brighter, It is all Nt up from top to bottom. It is called the Nightless City."’ “What bad faces these people have!" said Asak6, who was romantic- ally set on seeing evil everywhere. “Is It quite safe?” “Oh, yes," said their gulde’ ese crowds are very orderly."’ Indeed they suffered no inconyen- lence from the crowd beyond much stating, an ordeal which awaits the foreigner in all corners of Tokio. They bad reached @ very narrow japan- THE EVENING WORLD, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 16, 1922, —_ O 9 a tht Ret a RATE Xi mB ARI a. lllustrated By Will.B. Johnstone. street, where raffish beer shops were doing a roaring trade. They caught & glimpse of dirty table-cloths and powdered waitresses wearing skirts, aprons and lumpy shoes—all very haikara, On the right hand they passed a little temple from whose exiguous courtyard two stone foxes grinned maliciously, the temple of the god Inari, who brings rich lovers to the girls who pray to him. They passed through fron gates, like the gates of a park, where two policemen were posted to regulate the traffic. Beyond was a single line of cherry trees in full bloom, a single wave of pinkish spray, @ hang’s.g cur- tain of vaporous beauty, the subject of a thousand poems, of a thousand allusions, Hcentious, delicate and trite —the cherry blossoms of the Yoshi- ware, At a street corner stood a high white building plasfered with golden letters in Japanese and Engilsh— “Asahi Beer Hall.’’ “That is the place,"\ sald Yae, ‘Let us get out of this crowd.” They found refuge among mors dirty table-cloths, Europeanized mousmes, und gaping guests. When Yue spoke to the girls !n Japanese, there was much bowing and hissing of the breath; and they were invited upstairs on to the first floor where was another beer-hall, slightly more exclusive-looking than the downstair Gambrinus. Here a table and chairs were set for them in the embrasure of a bow-window, which, protruding over the crossroads, commanded an admirable view of the converging streets, “The procession won't be here for two hours more,” said Yae, pouting her displeasure, “One always has to walt In Japan,” sald Reggie, “Nobody ever knows exactly when anything is going to happen; ani so the Japanese just wait and wait. They seem lo like it rather, Anyhow they don’t get impatient, Life ts so uneventful here that I thinic they must like prolonging an tneident 28 much as possible, like sucking @ sweet slowly,” Meanwhile there was plenty to look al, Asako could not get over her shock at the sea of wicked faces which surged below. “What class of people are these?! Geoffrey asked “Oh, shop-people, I think, most of them,” sald Yae, “and people who work in facto: a “Good lass Japanese don't come here, then?” y asked again, “Oh no, only low class people and students. Japanese people say it is a shameful thing to.go to the Yosht- wara, And, if they go, they go very secretly,” COPYRIGHT, I922. “Do you know any one who goes?” asked Reggle, with a directness which shocked his friend’s sense of good form, "i “Oh, my brothers,” said Yae, “but they go everywhere; or they say they dy.” ‘ It certainly was an ill-favoted crowd., The Japanese are hot an ugly race. The young aristocrat who has grown up with fresh afr and healthy exercise 1s often good-looking and sometimes distinguished and refined. But the lower classes, those who keep company with poverty, dirt and pawnshops, with the pleasures of the ‘sake barrel and the Yoshiwara, are the ugliest of beings. Their small stature and awkward attitudes, the color of their skin, the flat Mongolian nose, gaping mouths and bad teeth, the coarse fibre of tueir lustreless black hair, give them an elyish and a goblin look, as though this country were a nursery for fairy changelings, a land of the Nibelungen, where bad thoughts have found their incarnation, Yet the faces have not got,that character for goo! and evil as we find them among the Aryan peoples, the deep lines and the firm profiles. “It 1s the absence of something rather than its presence which appals and depresses us," Reggie Forsyth observed, “‘an absence of happiness perhaps, or of a promises of happi- nesa,"" The crowd which filled the four roads with its slow gray tide was Peaceable enough; and it was strangely silent. The drag and clatter of the clogs made more sound than the human voices, The great ma- jority ‘were men, though there were women among them, quiet and de- mure. If ever a voice was lifted, one could see by the rolling walk and the fatuous smile that its owner had been drinking. Such a person would be removed out of sight by his friends. ‘The Japanese generally go sight-seo- ing and merry-making in friendships and companies; and the Verein, which in Japan ts called the Kwal, flourishes here as in Germany. Two coolles started quarreling un der the Barringtons’ window. They too had been drinking. They did not hit out at each other like English- but started an interct abuse in gruff monosyllables and in- men, ange of distinguishable grunts and snc These amefities exasperating their i humor, they began to pull at each other's coats and to jostle each othe like quarrelsome curs. This was a sign that affairs were ‘owing seri- U8; ang the police intervened. Again each combatant was pushed away by his companions into opposite bywa With these exceptions, all tram lings, squeezings, pushings and pok- ings were received with conventional grins or apathetic staring, Yet in the paper next day it was said that 80 great had been the crowd that six deaths had occurred, and numerous persons had fainted. “But where is the Yoshtwarat’’ Geoffrey asked at last. “Where are these wretched women kept?" | Reggie waved his hand in the diree- tion of the three roads facing them. “Inside the iron gates, that ts all the Yoshiwara, and those high houses and the low ones too. That is where the girls are. There are, two or three thousand’ of them within sight, as it were, from here. But, of course, the night time is the time to see them." “THEY SIT IN SHOP WINDOWS, ONE MIGHT SAY, ONLY WITH BY GON! AND LIVERIGHT. With red and gold embroidery of phoe- nixes, and a huge red sash tied in a bow in front. The hem of the ‘skirt, turned up with red and thickly wadded, revealed a series of these garments fitting beneath each other, like the leaves of an artichoke, Under & monumental edifice of hair, bristling like a hedgehog with amber-colored pins and with silver spangles and (rosettes, a blank, impassive little face was staring straight in front of It, utterly expressionless, utterly un- natural, hidden beneath the glaze of enamel—the china face of a doll, Tt parted the gray multitude like a pillar of light. It tottered forward slowly, for it was lifted above the crowd on a pair of black-lacquered, clogs as high as stilts, dangerous and difficult to manipulate. On each side were two little figures, similarly painted, similarly bedizened, similarly expressionless, children of nine or ten years only, the komuro, the little BARS IN FRONT, LIKE CAGES IN THE ZOO.” “Ll suppose po,’ said Geoffrey vaguely. “They aft in shop windows, one might say,” Reggie went on, “only with bars in front like cages in the Zoo, And they wear gorgeous kimonos? red and gold and blue, and embroidered with flowers and dragons. It ie like nothing I can think of, except aviaries full of wonderful parrakeets and humming-birds,” “Are they pretty?” Asako asked. “No, I can't say they are pretty: and they all seem very mmuch alike to the mere Westerner, I can’t tm- agine anybody picking out one of them and saying, T love her’—‘she |s the loveliest.’ There is a fat, impas- sive type like Buddha, There is o foxy animated type which exchanges badinage with the young nuts through the bars of her cage; and there ts a merely ugly lumpy type, a kind of cloddish country-girl who exists in all countries, But the more exclusive houses don’t display’ thetr women. One can only see a row of photo- graphs. No doubt they are very fiat- tering to their originals.” Arako was staring at the bufldtoss now, at the high square prison houses, and at the low native roofs, These hud each its little platform, its monohosht, where much white wash- ing was drying in the sun, At the farther end of one street a e stucco building, with a Grecian vtico, stood athwart the thorough- is that?’ said Asatro; “tt fe ke a church.” t is the hospital,” answered Reggie There was @ movement in the c:owd, @ pushing back from some wa- seen locality, Ike the jolting of rail- way trucks. At the same time there ining of necks and a murmur was ac! the i In street opposite, the crowd was opening down the éentre. The pol who had sprung up every- wh like the crop of the dragons’ teeth, were dividing the people. And down the path so formed, came ingest procession which Goef- on had ever seen on or the st above the heads of the crowd appeared what seemed to be a life sized automaton, @ moving waxwork magnificently garbed in white brocade waiting-women. They served to sup- port the reigning beauty and at the game time to display her long em- broidered sleeves, outstretched on either side ke wings. : The brilliant figure and her two at- tendaunts moved forward under the ehade of a huge ceremonial umbrella of yellow olled paper, which looked like a membrane or like old vellum, and upon which were wuitien in iinese characters the personal name of the lady chosen for the honor and the name of the house in which ehe an inmate, The shaft of this umbrella, some etght or nine feet long, was carried by a sinister being, clothed in the blue livery of the Jap- anese artisan, a kind of tabard with close-fitting trousers, He kept twist- ing the umbrella-shaft all the time with a gyrating movement to and fro, which imparted to the disc of the umbrella the hesitation of a wave. Hoe followed the Queen with a strange slow stride. For long seconds he would pause with one foot held aloft in the attitude of a high-stepping horse, which distorted his dwarfish body into a diabloie convulsion, like Durer’s angel of horror. He seemed a famillar spirit, a mocking devil, the, wicked Spielmann of the “Miracle” play, whose harsh Inughter echoes through the empty room when the last cup is emptied, the last shilling gone, and the dreamer awakes from Mis dream. ; Behind him followed five or stx men carrying large oyal lanterns, «Iso inscribed with the name of the house; and after them came a representative collection of the officials of the proud establishment, a few foxy old women and a crowd of swaggering men, spotty and yiclous-looking, The Orian (Chief Courtesan) reached the cross-roads, There, as if moved by. machinery or magnetism, she slowly turned to the left, She made her way towards one of a row of small, old- fashioned native houses on the road down which the Barringtons had come. Here the umbrella was lowered. The beauty bowed her monumental head to p under the low doorway, and settled herself on a pile of cush- tons prepared to recelye her. Almost at once the popular Interest was diverted to the appearance of another procession, precisely similar, which was debouching from the op- posite road, The new Orian, garbed in blue, with a sash of gold and a design of cherry-blossom, supported by her two little attendants, wobbled toward another of the little houses. On her disappearing a third proces- sion came into sight “Ah! sighed Asako, “what lovely kimonos! Where do they get them from?" “L don't, know," said Yae: "some of them are quite old. They come out fresh year after year for a dif- ferent girl.” Yao, with her distorted iittle soul, was thinking that it must be worth the years of slavery and the humilia- tion of disease to have that one day of complete triumph, to be the repre- senative of beauty upon earth, Geoffrey stared, fascinated, won- dering to see the fact of prostitution advertised so unblushingly as a pub Ue spectacie. Reggie was wondering what might be the thoughts of those little creatures ‘muffled in such splendor that their personality, like that of in- fant queens, was entirely hidden by the significance of what they sym- bolized. Not a smile, not a glance of Tecognition, passed over the unnat- ural whiteness of their faces, Yet they could not be, as they appeared to be, sleep-walkers, Were they proud to wear such finery? Were they happy to be so acclaimed? Did their heart beat for one man or did their vanity drink in the homage of all? Did their mind turn back to the mortgaged farm and the work in the Paddy fields, to the thriftless shop and the chatter of the little town, to the aake-sodden father who had sold them in the days of thelr innocence, to the first numbing shock of that new life? Perhaps; or perhaps thoy were too taken up with maintaining their equilibrium on their high shoes, or perhaps they thought of nothing at all, Reggie, who had a good opinion of the intellectual brightness of uneducated Japanese women, thought that the last alternative was highly probable. “I wonder what those little houses are where they pay their visits,”’ said Yae glibly, “the Yos! houses.”* A “Do they live there?" asked Asako, “Oh, no; rich men who come to the Yoshiwara do not go to the big houses where the orian live. They go to the tea-houses; and they order food and geisha ‘to sing, and, the oiran to be brought from the big house, It is more private, So the tea-houses are called hikite chaya, ‘tea-houses which jead by the hand.’"" a “"Yae,"’ sald Reggie, ‘you know a hiwara tea- lot about it.’ "Yes," said Miss Smith, ‘my brothers have told me. They tell me luts of things.” After a stay of about half af hour the oiran left their tea-houses. Whe processions reformed; and they slowly tottered back to the places whence they had come. Across their path the cherry petals were already: falling like snowflakes; for the cherry blossom is the Japanese symbol of the impermanence of earthly beauty and of all sweet things and pleasant. “By Jove!" said Geoffrey Barring- ton to the world in general, **that was: an extraordinary sight. Hast is east apd west is west, eh? I never felt that so strongly before, How often does this performance take place? ‘ “This performance,” said Reggie, “has taken place for three days every spring for the last 800 years. But it is more than doubtful whether it will ever happen again. It is called Olran Dochu, the procession of the courte- sans. Geoffrey, what you have seen to-day is nothing more or less than the passing of Old Japan!"’ iJ “But whom do these women belong to?" asked Geoffrey. ‘‘And who ts making money out of all this filth?" “Various people and companies, I suppose, ‘who own the different houses,"’ answered Reggte. ‘‘A fellow once offered to sell me his whole es- tablishment for £50 down. But he must have been having @ run of bad luck, In most countries it is @ most profitable form of investment. Do you remember ‘Mrs. Warren's Pro- fession'? Thirty-five per cent. IT think was the exact figure. I don’t suppose Japan is any exceptior “By Jove!’’ said Geoffrey. women, poor wretches, they can’t help themselves; and the men who buy what they sell, one can't blame them either. But the creatures who make fortunes out of all this beastli- neas and cruelty, I say, they ought ‘0 be flogged round the place with a cat-o'-nine-talls till the life is beaten out of them. Let's get away from here!"* As they left the beerhouse a small, round Japanese man bobbed up from the crowd, raised his hat, bowed and smiled. It was Tanaka. Geoffrey had left him behind on purpose, that his servants, at least, might not know where he was going. “I think—I meet Ladyship here,"” said the little man, ‘‘but for long time I do not spy her. I am very sorry.” “Is ything wrong? Why did you come?” asked Geoffrey. “Good samural never lerve Lord- ship's side. Of course, I com v the reply. “Well, hurry up and get back,"’ said his master, ‘‘or we shall be home be- fore you."* With renewed bowings he disap- peared, Asako was laughing. “We can never get rid of Tanaka,” she said, ‘can we? He follows us like a detective.” metimen I think he is deliber- spying on us," said husband. “The ately “Cheer up," said Reggie, “they all do that.” The party dispersed at the Imperial Hotel. Asako was laughing and happy. She had enjoyed herself im- mensely as usual; and her innocence had realized little or nothing of the grim significance of what she had seen, But Geoffrey was gloomy and dis- it. He had taken it much to heart t night he had a horrible dream, he procession of the oiran was pass- ing once more before his eyes; but be could not see the face of the gorgeous doll whom all these crowds had come out to admire, He felt strangely ap prehensive, however. Then at a cor ner of the street the figure turned anc faced him. It was Asako, his wife. He struggled to reach her and save her But the crowds of Japanese closed «1 upon him; he struggled in vain CHAPTER Xi. A Geisha Dinner. Inishi tosh ne-kojtte wyeshi waya Yodo no Wakaki no ume wa Hana Saki ni kert. The young plum tree of my house Which In bygone yetre | dug up by The roots and transplanted has at La®t bloomed with flowers. EXT morning Geoffrey rose earlier than was his wont; and arrayed in one of his many kimonos, entered hix sitting room. There he found ‘Tanaka wrapped in contemplation of a letter He was scrutinizing it with an atten- tion which seemed to pierce the en- velope, “Who is it from, Tanaka?" asked Geoffrey; he had become mildly fronical in his dealings with the in- quisitive guide. “LT think perhaps invitation to Pleasure party from Ladyship's noble relatives,"* Tanaka replied, unabashed. Geoffrey took the note to his wife, and she read aloud: “Dear Mr. and Mrs. Barrington: It is. now the bright spring weather, I hope you to enjoy good health. I have beet rude thus to absent myself during your polite visit. Much preas- ing business has hampered me, also stomach trouble, but indeed there is no excuse, Please not to be angry. This time I hope you to attend a poor feast, Maple Club Hotel, next Tues- day, six P. M. Hoping to @steemed favor and even friend, “Yours obedient, G. FUSINAML"” “What exactly does he mean 7"? "Ag Tanaka says, it is an invitation to @ pleasure party at the beginning of next week." “Answe: sweetheart,"’ Geoffrey; “tell them that we are not angry; ana that we shall be delighted to accept” Tanaka explainéd that the, Maple Club Restaurant or Koyokwan, whieh more strictly showid be translated Hall of the Red Leaf, is the largest and most farhous of Tokyo > “'tea houses"’-—to use a comprehensive tevm which applies equally to a shack « by the roadside, and to a dain pleasure resort where entertaigme: run eastly into £4 or £5 per 3 ‘There are restaurants more secretive and more elite, where the aesthetic gourmet may feel more at ease and where the bohemian spirit\can loose its wit, But for public functions of all kinds, for anything on a really big scale, the Maple Club stands alone, It is the ‘Princes’? of Tokyo with a flavor of the Guildhall steam- ing richly through Its corridors. Here the great municipal dinners , take place, the great political entertain- ments, Here famous foreigners are officially introduced to the mysteries of Japanese cuisine and the charms of Japanese geisha. Here hangs a picture of Lord Kitchener himself, scrambled over by laughing mousmes, who seem to be peeping out of his pockets and buttonholes, a Gulliver in LAlliput. Both Geoffrey and Asako had treated the invitg@ion as a joke; but at the last moment, while they whre threading the mysterious streets of the still unfamiliar city, they both confessed to a certain nervousness. They were on the brink of a plunge into depths unknown, ‘They knew nothing whatever about the customs, tastes and prejudices of the people with whom they were to mix—not even their names and their language ‘Well, we're in for it/’ said Geof- tre ve must see it through now.” They drove up a steep gravel drive and stopped befors a broad Japanese entrance, thee wide steps like altar stairs leading up to a dark cavernoud hall full of bowing women and men in black clothes, similar, silent and ghostiike. The first impression was lugubrious, ike a feast of mutes. Boots off! Geoffrey knew at least this rule number one in Japanese eti quette. But who were these fluttering women, so attentive in removing their cloaks and hats? Were they relatives or waitresses? And the silent groups beyond? Were they Fujinamt or wait ers? ‘The two guests had friendly amiles for all; but they gazed help. lessly for a familiar face. An apparition in evening dress with a long frock coat and a purple tie emerged from that grim chorus of spectators. It was Ito, the” lawyer The free and easy American manner was checked by the respdnatbility of those flapping coat-talls. He looked and behaved just Ike a shopwalker. After a stiff bow and handshake he said “Very pleased to see you, Sir, and Mrs. Barrington, also. The Fujinami family is proud to make your enter- nt." itrey expected further introduc- but the time had not yet come. a wave of the arm Mr. Ite With added se step this way, Sir and ‘Te Be Cantioued Menday.) + — vee woe i | } j |