The evening world. Newspaper, September 20, 1922, Page 24

I i} t | ; THE CHARACTERS IN THE STORY. THE HONORABLE GEOFFREY BARRINGTON, son of Lord Brandan, a Captain in the British Army, resigns his commission when he weds ASAKO FUJINAMI, heiress brought up and educated in French conve London society by LADY EVERINGTON, a brilliant mate of the bringing together of the two. At the reception toasts are drunk to che closer union of Britain and Japa it both British and Japanese dipl in the distinguished compar e the suggestion that the couple visit Japan as appears to be their desire. Some of the reception quests frank question the wisdom ot the me and doubt the possibility of a happy life for the pair Lady Everington, in her ani who has been her special protege, interviews COUNT SAITO Japanese Ambassador, who tells her the l'ujinamis be to the nouveaux riches of yapan, but gives little information of their origin or the source of their wealth, A visit to his wife's guardians, the Murates, a Japanese family living in Paris, and a sojourn among the cosmopolitans of Deauville sharpen the aesire to see Japan. Aboard the ship they meet of Japanese parents who are dead, introduced .to daughter t schools and maker, who did not foresee rrlage ty for the young Captain VISCOUNT KAMIMURA, returning home to wed a bride chosen by his family, whom he has never seen. A stop at Nagasaki is the first sight of real Japan. A part of the revelation e Chonkina, or Geisha dance, seen b Barrington in company with Owo English acquaintances, shocked by the He is disturbed to learn from the Amerieans and Englishmen that marriages with Japanese women favorably regarded. Barring formance. TANAKA, a nondescript Japanese, attuches his If to the Barrington them everywhere and acccmpanies them to Tokyo, where Geoffrey meets REGGIE FORSYTH, Attache of the British Embassy, musical and romantic shaking off old attachments in Paris for a new one in Japan, the novelty being YAE SMITH, daughter of a Japanese mother and an English father. 0B rington meets Miss Smith, who smokes and languishes in Porsyth’s apart- ments at the Embas: Barrington, from a talk with LADY CYNTHIA CAIRNS, -vife of the British Ambassador, lear Yaes many—some fatal—ove etfairs and of the Embassy's disapproval of Tor syth’s engagement to the voung woman. S. ITO, lawyer for the Fujinami estate, who has made regular remittances to Mrs. Barrington, arranges for her and her husband to meet the Vu- jinaniis of Tokyo. The entertainments fail to impress Barrington, to whom Japancsé family customs see odd and contradictory. A family business conference discloses the fact that the Fujanami income is derived from the Geisha house privileges in Tokyo and elsewhere. At the same conference Asako’s marriage to Barrington is discussed, the decision being that she should be married to a Japanese, the matter of divorce being easy, under the tutelage of her cousin. ASAKO, Barrington’s bride, begins to learn something of Japanese family cus- toms. CHAPTER XII! CONTINUED. the change of the seaso: and the The Family Altar. cold promiscuity of the graveyard. ‘The Japanese dead never scem to HE central cete- jeave the shelter of their toma oF 4 mony of the clrele of thelr family. We bring Fj} ko's visit was to our dear ones flowers and prayers NS] her introduc. DUt the Japanese give them food and Et tion to the Tite: and surround them with every B day talk. The companionship ‘9 pj} memory of her closer, We chatter much ubout im- dead parents. mortality. We believe, many of us, She was taken in some undying particle. We even think that in some other world the dead may meet the dead whom they But and the liv- to asmall room, : 1- where the aly ave known in life the a the actual cove, the place communion of of honor, was ing is for us a beautiful und inspir- occupied by a ing metaphor rather than a concret closed cabinet, the butsudan Pellet. Now the Japancse, although cae their religion is so much vaguer than (Guddha shelf), a beautitul piece ¢ ours, hardly question this survival of ef joiners work in a kind of the ancestors in the close proxin of their children and grandchildren The little funeral tablets are for them clothed with an invisible personality “This {s your mother.’* Asako felt influences floating around her. Her mind was tn pain, straining In the centre of this glory to remember something which seemed sat a golden-faced Buddha with dark to be not wholly forgotten. blue hair and cloak, and an aureole of golden rayi lattice pattern covered with red lac- quer and gold. Sadako, approaching, reverently opened this shrine. The all gilt with a dazzling gold like that used on old manu- scripts. interior wi Just at this moment Mrs, Fujinamt arrived, carrying an old photog: album and a roll of silk. Her a pearance was so oppor(une that Below him were ay- yh ranged the thal, the Tablets of the any Dead, minlature grave-stones about ‘ one less innocent than Asako might one foot high, with @ black surface have suspected that the scene had edged with gold upon which were tn- been reheareed. In the hush and ceribed the names of the dead per- charm of that little chamber of the sons, the new names given by tho *Pirits, the face of the elder woman oke io a eet She opened priests. looked soft and sw i pened the volume at the middle, and pushed Sadako stepped back and clapped it in front of Asake. her hands together three times, re- She saw the photograph a Jay peating the formula of the Nichiren anese girl seated in a chalr with a Gect of Buddhists. man standing at her side, with one “Namu myoho renge kyo! (Adora- hand resting on the chair back, Hor tion to the Wonderful Law of the {2ther’s photograph she recognized at ¥ it eat, once—the broad forehead, the deep Lotus Scriptures!) ‘ eyes, the uaquiline nose, t high She instructed Arako to do the cheek bones and the thin, angry, game, castic lips; not a typieally Japane "Por," she sald, “we believe that face, but a type recurrent throughout the spirits of the dead people are OF overeducated world, wultured, des here; and we must be very good to Derate and stricken, Asako had ve little his in common will thera > eharacter had been warped by two powerful « intellect and his disease; mouided Asako did as she was told, wonder- sing whether her confessor would give and it w her penance for idolatry, Sadako well for his daughter that she lad then motioned her to elt on the floor, escaped this dire inheritance Tut “She took one of the tablets from its Dever belere had she seen her moth- er’s face. Sometimes she had won Place and placed it in frout of her dered who and wliat her mother been; what she had thought of os baby grew within t ‘cousin. “’Tbat is your father’s thai,’ she ti and with what ald; amd then removing another and regrets sho had cachanged her life fo placing beside the first, she adde|, ber child's. M flen she had eon “This is your mother.” sidered herself as u being without « Asako was deeply moved. In Eng- mothe ' Yand we love our dead; but we con- t (gm them to the care of nature, to a flower, { By Illustrated By Will. B. Johns COPYRIGHT, (922. Now ole saw the face which had were bon. They ved in a, little the semblance of Ife are far more flected pain and death for her. It on the bank of the river. One dead than they. It would be more wad: Shipedaive, Gollcihes and! ae So tHE Beads DAMN: dk Wea ‘seem aps, if all these things young, pure oval in outline but lacks very damp and cold, Sho talked all Which have belonged to us so Intl Ae (hi RahieEM OR UE ec eiadiNonn oF the Unie or hen Gairait were to perith with us in a the mouth was the most characterts sald, ‘eve will be happy: Ms tA hss As fedture, Wit Ik woe HOt alive: eit Mote Fasinamt San will te Telics would never tolerate so complete siditea til Ker Mabreutal been Vere 4} for the family’s sake; % disappearance of one whom We had sivahiea: ands eoumteatned) watt) <nne: teltorh that it loved: and our treasuring of halr and tower Ir ‘et in will sure a Nitle girl. But, orname end oh Ia a eee ele Lisle ex ve ciety Sige RNG. Bikey ek 1 ye not an entirely vain— iSaar, a She wore the black Wit! # little girl: T know what makes Mbarexea! pointe kimono of n bride, and ihe multipie tice tus When you were born ! eee Sp reese ne ee Da fi BAS arene As in that old garment of sp es Ri ep a eal Se ao teweiva ane aioas tt 1 much more faithful re- a aeons ra f ame lke a madman, flection of the life which had been 4 hla the opening at hee brea, Ne locked the house, and would not transmitted to her than the stitt pho- Her head wae covered with a curios 0 nv of wu and as soon as you ¢ aph could eve 4 ee ek hed is i were strong enough, he took you Chore the poems herse ASK via) a1 2 . lnpenee et REG LINCOIER one fiust get them transcribed and trans= SH Sr BER Rea ee UP CC cca laced nition atce eek for they would be @ eure indi iealye Ls 8s Ha voices lik Gaon cation of her mother's qharacter. Al ady the daughter could see that he ceed to be overpowere the ney Japanese obl (sash) ave loved rich and solemnity of the eceasion belonged to your mo! She ppin and laugh wondacod: fas t love \Geottee 4 ix © said, ‘It ts i had called hor cieork “Teterprotatton 100. { now: when T have ko did not yet know «pt that Asako's my baby, T shall give up society, and 4 » insects wi 4d ween Yamagata 1 shall apend all my time with my ¢y and autumn ore Ire.’ My mother gives it to mother’s Marub had been © samurai in child), Her father old two- ft The photograph you gay knew that it n the ake,” A sweet sworded da Was Jt was a wonderful work of j ere not very like her. It was too serious. heavy golden bro¢ embroidered She rose from her knees and found “LAR you,” said the elder woman, With fans, and on cach fan a Japa- her cousin wa iting for h on the ve- 51 lau happy. Nese poem and a little scene from the randa.. Whatever real expression sho My husband's father used to call ler olden day inay have had was effectively hidden the Sem! (the clcada), boca he she was very fond of this obl; she behind the t{nted glasses and the on af tiging her sete chong the pacts i false white complexion, now renovated She was chosen for your fat! But Asako admiring the from the ravages of emotion, But cause he and wrathful. beautiful — we She was Asako's heart was won by the power They the would make thinking of the mother's heart which of the dead, of whom Sadako and her him more gentle, But she died; and had beat for her under that long strip family were, she felt, the living repre- then he became more vad than be- of silk, the little Jap: mother who sentatives. fore ‘would have known how to make her Asako took both of her cousi Asako was erying very gently, She laugh." Tears were falling very quiet- hands in her own. felt th touch of her cousin's band ly on to the old sa “It was sweet of you and your on her arm, The Intellectual Mis The two Japanese \ saw this; mother to give me that,” she said Sadi so was weepug. the tears and with the instinctive tact of their and her eyes were full of tears u furrowing her whitened complexion could not have thought race, they left slone to face of anything The Japanese are a emotional qwith this etrar roduction to her Which would please me more."* rave, The women love tears: and even mother's per ‘The Japanese girl was on the point the men are not averse from this very ‘There ts a peentiar = of starting to bow and smile the con- natural expression of feeling, whieh clothes of the dead, They ure so near- Ventional apologies for the worthless our Anglo-Saxon i 1s \ part of vur bodies that it seems ness of the gift, when she felt herself babyish. Mrs. Bujinami unnatu uimost (hey should caught by a power unfamiliar to h arvive with the persi © of inant the power of the emotions of the fow days bet a anate thin Wo who gaye them West. re Foe By HAROLD MAC GRATH THE END OF HIS ROPE A Great Story of a Great Love and a Greater Redemption Complete in THE EVENING WORLD Next Saturday John Paris. = tone. BY GON! AND LIVERIGHT. Tho pres on her wrists In creased) hier was drawn down tows her cousin's, and she felt against the corner of her mouth the warm touch of Asako’s lips. Sie started back with a cry of “Tyal (don’t), the ery of outraged Japanese femininity. Then she re- membered from her readings that such Kiesings were common among Buro- pean girls, that they Were a compli- tion. But she ne arranged her and that none of the ger een Her cousins prise shook Asako out ef her « and the kiss left a bitter powd upon her tps whieh disillusioned her. “Shall we go Into the garden?"’ said Sadako, who felt that fresh alr was advisable They fc so much famill- arity Ww tted by Japanese eti- quette ont along the gravel path nit of the little hillock where y trees had lately been in bloom, Saduko in her bright ki- mono, Asako in her dark suit, She looked like a mere mortal being intro- duced to the wonders of Titania's country by an authentic fairy. ‘The sun was setting in the clear “THEN SHE THOUGHT SHE HEARD HER HUSBAND'S STEP. SHE THRUST OB! AND PHOTO- GRAPH INTO A DRAWER.” one-half of which was a tempest of orange, gold and red, and the other half warm and calm with roseate re- Over the spot where the fo- cus point of all this glory was sinking into darkness, a purple cloud hovered like a shred of the monarch’s glory caught and torn away on the jag of Its edges flections. some invisible obstruction. were white flame, as though part of the sun's fire were hidden bahind it. Even from this high position little could be secn beyond the Fujinamt inclosure except tops. Away down the valley appeared the gray, scaly roofs of huddled houses, and on a hill opposite more trees, with tree the bizarre pinnacle of a pagoda fore- ing its way through the midst of them, It looked like a serles of hats perched one on the top of the other by a merchant of Petticoat Lane. were glimpsing from tho more Nghts were the shrubbery below. light, filtered through the walls, like a luminous pearl, ‘This is the home light of the Japanese, and is as typical of their Lights Fujinami mansio' visible This among soft hone paper domesticity as the blazing log fire is of ours. It is greenish, still pure, like a glow-worm’s beacon. and Out of the deep silence a bell tolled. Tt was as though an unseen hand had struck the splendor of that metallic firmament; or as though n voice had spoken out of the sunset cloud. The two girls descended brink of the lake to the Here at the fur- ther end the water was broader, and it was hidden view the Green reeds grew along tho margin, and green iris sword blades, black now In the fail- ing lght. There was a studied roughness in the tiny landscape, and in the midst of the wilderness a little hut. from of houses. leaves, like “What ai sweet little summer house!"’ cried Asako. It looked Itke a settler's shack, built of rough, unshapen logs and thatched with rushes. “It is the room for the chanoyu, the tea ceremony,’ Inside, said her cousin the walls were daubed with end a round window barred bamboo sticks gave a view wit into what was apparently forest depth “Why, {t {s just like a doll's house," cried Asako, delighted. "Can we zo in?” “Oh, yes," sald the Japanese. Asako jumped tn at once and squatted down on the clean matting; but her more cautious cousin dusted the place with her handkerchief before risking a atain “Do you often have tea-cere- monies?" asked Asako The Muratas had explait®d to her long ago something about the myster ous rites. “Two or three times In the spring, and then two or three times in the autumn. But my teacher comes every wweek.'* ‘How long have you been learn- ing?'' Asako wanted to know. "oO since I was ten years old, about. “Is it so dificult then?’’ said Asako, who had found it comparatively easy to pour out a cup of drawing room tea without clumsiness. Sadako smiled tolerantly at her cousin's naive ignorance of things a: thetic and intellectual. It was as though she had been asked whether music or philosophy were difficult “One can never study too much,” she said, ‘fone Is always learning: one can never be perfect. Life 1 short, art is long."* “But it is not an art like painting playing the piano, just pouring out tea?” “Oh, yes.’ Sadako smiled again, ‘Nt {9 much more than that. We Japanese do not think art is just to be able to do things, showing off like geisha. Art is in the character, in the spirit. And the tea ceremony teaches us to make our character full of art, by restraining everything ugly and common, in every movement, in the movement of our hands, in the position of our feet, in the looks our faces en and women oug not to sit and move like animals; but the shape of their bodies, and their way of action ought to express a poetry. That is tho ait of the chanoyu."" “IT should like to nee it,’ sald Asako, excited by her cousin's en- thusiasm, though she hardly under- stood a word of what she had been saying. You ought to learn some of !t."” sald Sadako, with the zeal of a propa- Randist. ‘‘My teacher says—and my her was educated at the court the Tokugawa Shogun—that no woman can have really good man- ners, if she has not studied chanoyu. Of course, there was nothing which Asako would like more than to sit in this fascinating arbor In the warm days.of the coming summer, and play at tea parties with her new-found Japanese cousin. She wonld learn to speak Japanese, too: and she wonld help Sadako with her French and English. The two cousins worked out the scheme fof their future intimacy until the stars were reflected in the Inke and the evening breeze became too cool for them. Then they left the lttle hermitage and continued their walk around the garden. They passed a bamboo grove, whose huge plumes, black in the darkness, danced and beckoned like the Erl-king’s daughters. They passed a little house shuttered like a Noah's Ark, from which came a monoton- oua moaning sound as of some one in pain, and the rhythmic beat of a wooden clapper. “What is that?" asked Asako, “That is my father's brother's house. But he is illegitimate brother; he is not of the true family. He Is a very plous man. He repeats tle prayer to Buddha tem thousand times every day; and he beats upon the mokugyo, a kind of drum like a fis’ which the Buddhist priests use."* ‘Was he at the dinner last night?"’ asked Asako “Oh no, he never goes out, He has not once left that house for ten years, He is perhaps rather mad; but it ig said that he brings good luck to the family.’ A little further on they passed two stone lanterns, cold and blind like tombstones. Stone steps rose between them to what in the darkness looked like @ large dog kennel, A lighted paper lantern hung in front of it like a great ripe fruit “Nhat ia that?'' asked Agako, the ; In the failing twilight thie falry garden was becoming more and more wonderful. At any moment she felt she might meet the Emperor himself in the white robes of ancient days and the black coal scuttle hat That isa little temple," explained her cousin, “for Inari Sama.” At the top of the filght of steps Asako distinguished two stone foxes. Their expression was hungry and » Ngn. They reminded her of—what? She remembered tho little temple out- side the Yoshiwara on the day_she had gone to see the procession. ~ “Do you say prayers there?’ asked her companign. “No, I do no! answered the Jap- she anese, “but the servants light the lamp every evening; and we believe it ma the house lucky. We Jap anese are very superstitious. it looks pretty in the garden. “I don't Ike the foxes’ faces," said Asako; ‘they look bad creatures." “They are bad creatur: was the “nobody likes to see a fox; oo) people. “Then why say are bad?" “Tt ts just be said Sadako, “t then may reply Prayers, if thoy ause they are bad,'# at we must pl them so that th We flatter us. not hurt ko was u ned in the differs ence between religion and de\il-wor- ship, so she did not under the full significance of this rem Bur she felt an unpleasant ri the first which she liad received that day; and she thought to herself that if she were mi. ess of that love den, she would banish the stone foxcs and risk thelr displeasure ction, The tw In returned to the houre Its shutters were up, and {t, too, had that same appearance of a Noah's Ark but of a more complete and ex pensive varie One little opening was left in th wooden armature “Ploase come in many, many times,’ was cousin Sadako last farewell, "The house of the Fujina~ mi is your hom yoni Os Geoffrey was swalting for his with, {n the hall of the hotel, He was anxious at her late return. His em brace seemed to swallow her up. “Thank goodness,"’ said Geoffrey, ‘what have you been doing? T was just going to organize a search party.” “T have been with Mrs, Fujinam! and Sadako," Aeako panted. "They, would not let me go; and oh! She was zoir him all about her mother’s picture; but she suddenly checked herself and said instead “They've got suc a lovely garden." She described the home of the cou- sins in glowing colors, the hospitality of the family, the cleverness of cousin Sadako, and the lessons which they e going to exchange. Yer, repliel to Geoffrey's questions. fhe had seen the memorial tablets of her father and mother and their wed- ding photograph. Sut a strange pa- ralysis sealed her lips, and her soyl became inarticulate. She found her self abs utely incapable of telling that we big foreign husband of hers, truly aa she loved him, the veritable state of her emotions when brought face to face with her dead peren Geofti never spoken to hee of her moth He had never seemct to have the least interest in hee identity. ‘These “Jap women,” as tia called them, were never very real ty him, She dreaded the possibility reveall to him her secret, and 1! of receiving no response to her cme tion. Aliso she had an instinctive 1 luctanee to emphasize in Geoffre) 9 mind her kinship with these alies people After dinner, when she had gone 9 to her room, Geoffrey was left alund with his cigar and his reflections. “Dunny that she did not speaie mors about her father and mother. But suppose they don't mean much to her, after all. And, by Jove, it's a good thing for me. I wouldn't like to hava wife who was all the time runuir ome to her people and comparing. notes with her mother.”’ Upstairs in her bedroom, Asako hat unrolled the precious obl. An unmount - ed photograph came fluttering out of the parcel. It was a portrait of her father alone, taken a short time be- fore his death, At the back of tho photograph was some Japanese writ- ing. “Is Tanaka there maid Titine. Yes, of course, Tanaka was there, in the next room, with his tar near ths door. Asako asked her#* anaka, what does this mean?" “Japanese poem," he said, “mean ing ve difficult; very many mean- ings; I think perhaps it means, ha ing travelled all over the world, feels very sad." “Yes, but word for word, Tanaka, what does it mean?” “This writing means, really not the same it s¥ world very many tell lles."* “And this?" he World is ys; all tho his means, Travelling every* where,”’ And this at the end?’ “It means, Everything always the same thing. Very bad translation I make. Very sad poem." “And this writing here?" “That is Japanese name—Fujinamt Katsundo—and the date, twenty-fifth year of Meiji, twelfth month.” Tanaka had turned over the photos graph and was looking attentively ag the portrait. “The honored father of Ladyshtp, I think,"’ he said. “Yes,"’ said Asako. Then she thought she heard her hus band’s step away down the corridors Hurriedly she thrust obi and photos graph into @ drawer. Now, why did she do that? wondere $Q Tanaka (Continued To-morrowed.. ie ( a _ snail