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in every way."

Mrs. Van was in a decided flutter. She lost no time
in asking Mr. Richgood to present her to these dis-
tinguished strangers, to whom an hour before she
would not have dreamed of vouchsafing: so much as
a nod. The purser said he would try to arrange the
matter, but understood that the Orientals were in-
clined to maintain their seclusion during the voyage.
With a little diplomacy perhaps he could accomplish
what the lady desired. He added considerablv also to
her stock of information respecting the strangers.

In the meantime Billy had already got on friendly
terms with the young men. They were evidently travel-
ling incognito, for tfiey were registered on the pas-
senger list as Messrs. Kato and Kaito and Kitto. While
they did not attempt to put on the slightest airs, they
were very reticent, replying to all remarks, in an ultra-
English accent, with "Ya-as?" or "Rea'l-ly!" and
smoked cigarettes without cessation. They talked to
each other in their native tongue a great deal, but
when questioned in relation to Japan answered that
they had been abroad so long they knew very little


about it. However, Billy, who was not a youth to be
easily "bluffed," had already managed to get on pleas-
ant terms with them and when his mother breathlessly
revealed what she had heard he remarked that he
would make the introductions himself, if the chance
came in his way.

"Only please don't kneel down on the floor to them,"
he begged. "Hawaii is annexed to the United States
now or pretty nearly so and that makes us all
Americans and all sovereigns. I consider myself jst
as good as any count or baron living."

"But a markee that's a very high rank indeed,
William. I think it comes next in order to a duke."

"Pshaw! Father's got a thousand of 'em cutting
sugar on his plantation ! The time for titles is past.
The best thing about these fellows is thev don't put
on any lugs. If they were to try it with me, I'd soon
take it out of 'em," he added, savagely.

The tired look which he understood so well came
into his mother's face and Billy withdrew. A little
later Amy, who had been talking with a group of
young people in the saloon, came up and Mrs. Van
asked her if she knew there was a "whole royal family"
on board.

"Well, it amounts almost to the same thing," she
said, when the girl's eyes were stretched to their ut-
most. "There's a markee, whose father was born a
prince and whose grandfather was just like a king in
one of the biggest provinces in Jaoan till he was
patriotic enough to surrender his rights to the em-
peror. The father is still one of the richest men in


the country and has been master of ceremonies at

"This is the chance you've been looking for," cried
Amy, laughing. "Do you want me to set my cap
for the marquis ?"

"My dear, I wish you would have some dignity."

"I'm going to try it," laughed the mad,cap. " 'March-
ionness of Maebashi ! ' Doesn't that sound swell ! Much
better than 'Countess of Kobe,' I'm sure. It wouldn't
do for the daughter of a King a Sugar King, ha, ha !
to lower herself to that level."

"My child, I entreat you ! " cried the mother, fearful
that the gentlemen who were the subjects of this badi-
nage might overhear the remarks through the smokiner
room windows, which were very near and wide open.

"But these chances are not thrown in a ooor eirl's
way every day," presisted her daughter, lowering her
voice to a whisper and pretending to be very much in
earnest. "You wouldn't let me try for Prince Daniel
Of Hawaii "

"Prince Daniel is is dark," interrupted the mother.
"And what is more to the point, the throne has been
taken away from his family."

"If it hadn't been you'd have liked to have me marry
him, wouldn't you ? You'd rather have seen me crown-
ed 'Queen of Honolulu,' like the girl in the song, than
to have me marry some nice, sensible man of no rank
and perhaps no fortune? And you'd be very proud
when I rode out in my state carriage, with a dozen
more or less of molasses-colored pickaninnies "

"This is beyond all reason ! I shall not stay to listen
to such unmaidenly remarks ! "


And while Amy doubled herself up with laughter at
the picture she had drawn her mother stalked off to
the other end of the deck.

Immediately a red-headed boy peered around the
corner of the cabin and grinned fiendishly at the
young lady.

"That was a good one you give 'er," he remarked,
with frank approval. "Niggers and Japs and Chinee-
men ain't for white gals to git thick with."

Amy surveyed the freckled face with amusement.

"Your name is Angel, isn't it?" she asked. "Angel

"M ni," he assented.

"Got any other name?"


"Angel Gabriel ! Whatever put it into your mother's
head to give you that combination?"

"Dunno," said the boy. "Don't you like it ? 'Cause
if you just mention it probably she'll have it changed."

Miss Van Steuben tried to look severe.

"Don't be too smart, little boy," she replied. "I
might take a notion to put you across my knee and
spank you."

He looked as solemn as she. "You wouldn't do
that," he said.

"Why not?"

"It wouldn't be doing as you'd be done by. You're
a Christian, ain't you?"

"I trust so." Amy spoke now quite free from levity.

"So's ma, and so's Eli."

"Who?" cried Amy, startled.


"Old man Lovejoy," answered the boy, with a erie-
gle. "They're both Christians, but they don't like
each other for a cent, just the same. You never seen
'em purring together in a corner of the deck 'when
the lights are dim and low,' and you won't neither.
Ma's never spoken to him since we've started. I don't
know what the trouble is, but I expect some day you'll
see the fur fly."

Another freckled face and head of red hair aooeared
suddenly on the scene. Perhaps it would be more cor-
rect to say gradually, since the owner's movements
were rather sinuous than precipitate.

"This is your sister, I suppose," said Amy, glad to
alter the subject. "Her name is Seraph, I believe?
Has she any middle name?"

"No," squeaked the little girl, speaking for herself,
like a talking doll. "Ma said there wa'n't no other
word in the language to express it."

"You must have been a very beautiful baby," said
Amy, with a smile.

"Yes ; just the same as now."

There was a yell of sudden pain, not from Seraph
but from her brother ; for she had taken the opportuni-
ty while 'his attention was fixed on other things to in-
sert a pin in his flesh. Angel started to box the cul-
prit's ears; she dodged and left the wall of the cabin
to receive the blow instead. There was a muttered
exclamation and a chase, but the girl eluded her pur-

While Angel was hunting for her in another part
&f the boat, his hand still smarting, Mrs. Young emerg-


ed from a passageway with Seraph clinging to fier

"Have you a headache, darling ! " said the mother's
voice. "Get up in my lap and see if I can't rub it

She took a chair near Amy's and lifted the child,
who laid her face against the maternal bosom and
closed her eyes. "She suffers dreadfully from head-
aches," exclaimed Mrs. Young to the astonished Miss
Van Steuben. "Go away at once," she continued, in
a stage whisper, as she saw her son aooroachinsr
stealthily. "I'm trying to get Seraph to sleep and
you must not disturb her."

"I've got something that belongs to her," remark-
ed the boy, sidling nearer. "Just a common, ordinary
pin I've no further use for."

Seraph nearly wriggled out of her mother's arms
in her anxiety to escape the stab she had good reason
to expect. Mrs. Young caught hold of her son's arm
and held him gently away.

"There, you've woke her up ! " she exclaimed. "Go
away and be a good boy."

As Angel sulkily obeyed, unwillingly postponing his
revenge, she added, raising her eyes solemnly, "Chil-
dren are a great blessing, Miss Van Stuben, but they
are a great care, too."




THE first view of Yokohama filled all the Coptic's
passengers with excitement. The steamer arrived
very early in the morning and those who had been
there before did their best to convince the others that
the summit of Fujiyama was to be seen in the distance.
The handsome buildings stretching along the Bund,
as the water street is called, together with the stately
homes of wealthy residents on the Bluff gave the town
a most inviting appearance.

As soon as the steam launch of the Grand Hotel
could be freighted with their baggage all of our
friends were taken without delay to that house. The
porter was left to struggle with the customs officials,
the keys having been given up to him in the sensible
fashion most travellers now adopt. It surprised every-
body to discover such a comfortable and modern hotel
in this part of the world, with little except the Japanese
servants to suggest that it was not in Florida or Cali-
fornia. The breakfast was found to be good and the
rooms airy and commodious.

As is always the case with arrivals from the States,
who have never seen a jinricksha before, the first thing
after breakfast was a ride in those comfortable and
peculiar conveyances. Amy and her brother could


hardly wait till the meal was over. The others were
naturally -more sedate, except the children, who deaf-
ened everybody with loud cries and interminable ques-

It was left to Carl by common consent to make the
necessary arrangements. But when the required num-
ber of 'ricksha-men had responded to his call, Mrs.
Van Steuben was seized with a fear that the vehicles
did not comport sufficiently with the dignity of a lady
"in her position." She asked Mr. Lovejoy if it would
not be better for her to order a carriage into which
she could invite her daughter, Mrs. Young and him.
Before the clergyman could answer, several ladies
came out of the hotel and were whirled away at full
speed by their two-footed horses, without even an es-
cort. Amy was seated already in one of the "baby-
carts," as she called them, with Billy and Olive near,
and shouted that she was impatient to be off.

"Here, Mr. Muller, come with us ! " she called. "If
the others ever get their minds made up Mr. Lovejoy
can look after them. You can spare Mr. Muller can't
you?" she said to the minister. "I am just crazy to
know how it feels to ride through the streets in this

Mrs. Van Steuben remonstrated in a shocked tone
at the manner of her daughter's address and finally
turned to Carl in her perplexity.

"Is it quite right quite proper, for a lady of my
age?" she asked.

"Certainly," he answered. "You will meet a hun-
dred others in similar carriages. In fact, it is the


vehicle use3 by nine-tenths of the foreign residents
of both sexes. After a moment the novelty will wear
off and you will find it delightful."

"Come, Amy," called out Billy, " let's make a start.
We can't stay here all day waiting for them."

Off went the trio, giving joyful little cries as they pro-
ceeded through the queer streets. When they came
to a large market nothing would do but the girls must
alight and inspect the vegetables and fish. Billy did
not see the fun in that sort of thing, but humored them
good-naturedly. They all paddled along the stalls,
over the sloppy earth floors, on which streams of water
were flowing from the counters. The fish department
interested Amy most of any. She utter many exclama-
tions at the long eels and other queer specimens of the
fishy tribe that were swimming about in tubs and

"What a set of murderers we are ! " she remarked,
thoughtfully, as she watched a dealer grab a fish from
his bath and prepare him for the frying-pan with well-
directed slashes of a big knife. "We're always killing
and eating something that has as much right to its
existence as we. If I stay here much longer I shall
become a vegetarian."

Ducks, geese and chickens were being suddenly cut
off in their prime some of them perhaps a little be-
yond it in the next department. Hearing suggestive
squawks and blows, Amy and Olive started to run
back to their 'rickshas, with skirts carefully held out
of the mud. Billy delayed a little longer to inspect a
fish that he had never seen the like of before and when


Amy reached her vehicle she found Carl Muller stand-
ing beside it.

"Your mother concluded I had best come to you,"
he explained. "She insists that you are too young to
go around unattended in this strange city."

"But," stammered the girl, "we have Billy "

"I think," he replied, smiling a little, "she does not
consider you quite a sufficient chaperon for him."

"In that case how can I charge myself with the duty
of caring for two of you?"

He laughed at that. She was glad to see a smile on
a face generally so sober. The shadow of the disap-
pearance of Peter Meyer in that awful eruption at
Mauna Loa seldom lifted.

"Where is Mr. Loring?" asked Olive. "With the

"Yes, they have gone off in the opposite direction.
We can soon overtake them," he said, directing his
words to Miss Amy.

She looked him full in the eyes and asked why he
thought she wanted to overtake Mr. Loring.

"If we were with them," he said, lamely, "the party
would all be together."

"That's exactly what I don't want. There's a con-
trary vein in me that makes me hate any sort of a
beaten track. Do you know what would delight me
above all things? I'd like to give everybody the slip
and explore this beautiful country by myself."

"You wouldn't get far," he answered, indulgently.
"As you do not speak the language you would have to
give up your plan in about an hour."


"But you understand it," she said, regarding him


"Sufficient for practical purposes."

"Well, that would answer. I didn't mean to go ab-
solutely alone, of course. I meant, it would be a nice
thing to do if someone who can talk Japanese -
was to go with me. Well, Billy, I hope you've been
Jong enough!"

They took the vehicles again and the coolies looked
up to see what direction they were to go. Amy said
to her brother, in a half-sulky way, that Mr. Muller
thought they ought to join the rest of their party,
and, as it made no difference to him, he nodded an
assent. Taking this for an agreement on that question,
Carl directed the men to turn about. Other coolies
were asked as they trotted past where the foreigners
from the Grand Hotel were, and they soon found them,
a little way out into the country.

With his usually slow brain Carl had not at once
caught the full significance of Miss Van Steuben's
suggestion as to a journey into the interior. When it
came to him his breath grew shorter and his head felt
faint. What a dream it would be, to take that lovely
being, under his protection, through the wonderful
scenery of the mountain regions, guiding her to the
grandest views, watching her bright eyes open with
wonder as the magnificent panorama unfolded! No
one there to witness her delight but he, no one else
on whom she could rely for direction and care !

And then, almost as soon as the picture had out-
lined itself, it dissolved.


Madness ! mere madness. When would he learn that
he was a poor travelling companion to Mr. Lovejoy
and that she was the daughter of the richest Hawaiian
planter? When would he realize that the difference
between them was greater than that between Japan
and her island home across the Pacific?

In speaking of taking him as her sole escort he
believed Miss Van Steuben had revealed to the full the
place he occupied in her mind. He was to her merely
a servant something a little better educated and
intelligent, perhaps, but no more to be regarded than
the coolies who would draw her 'ricksha or lead her
pony. If this were not the case she would not talk
to him like that.

When the party returned to the hotel for lunch Mrs.
Van Steuben voted the 'ricksha ride a success. She
had seen enough other ladies in the same sort of
vehicle to relieve her from worry on the score of pro-
priety. To be sure, it was impossible that many of
them could hold quite as high a position in life as she
did ; that lot was given to but few mortals ; but she was
satisfied that she had done nothing outre* from the
standpoint of Yokohama Mrs. Grundyism.

In the course of the ride they had met the Marquis
of Maebash: and his friends (to whom she had never
succeeded, by the way, in being introduced) and she
had bowed with becoming dignity when the gentle-
men formally lifted their hats. They could not have
been ten days on the Coptic without knowing "who she
was." And the lady congratulated herself on this
primary entrance into the exclusive circles of foreign


The main difficulty during the ride had been tc
suppress within reasonable limits the noisy demonstra-
tions of Mrs. Young's charming children. The satis-
fied air with which the mother heard their shouts and
witnessed their pranks, even exceeded' the disgust on
the faces of the others. The children made common
cause whenever opportunity availed against poor Mr.
Lovejoy, apparently on the ground that he, was a natur-
al and eminent enemy of their family, though what
he had done to deserve this treatment did not in the
least appear. It was a sight to witness the soft smile
with which he met their most impertinent sallies and
the courteous way in which he tried to parry or to an-
swer their questions.

An idolatrous temple which the party visited set
Master Angel wild with delight. He entered with the
others, staring with wide-open mouth at the grotesque
images before whom a dozen worshippers were pros-

" What a lot of blind people there are in this coun-
try ! " remarked Amy, in a low tone.

"What did you expect?" Angel demanded. "Don't
you know your hymnbook : 'The heathen in their blind-
ness bow down to wooden stone/ Say, what's 'wooden
stone,' anyway?"

"I think you mean 'wood and stone/ " suggested
Mrs. Young, pleasantly.

"No," he insisted, "it's 'wooden stone/ You read

it that way on Sunday at the service, didn't you, E ,

I mean Mr. Lovejoy? 'Bow down to wooden stone,'


yes, sir! Anyway, there's no stone here, it's all wood.
Perhaps they think its wooden stone, though," he
added reflectively, "because they're blind."

Then he gave a loud yell, caused by bringing his
head into collision with a wooden post. Seraph had
made a pass at him on purpose to make him dodge
and receive the blow. A rush across the room on his
part and an attempt of hers to escape succeeded this
effort, and then several resounding slaps broke the
quiet of the place.

On coming out of the temple two large wooden
gods at the entrance which the children had not noticed
before claimed their united attention. These images
had particularly comical faces and their bodies were
nearly covered with what are usually called "spit-
balls" and which I do not know how to describe with
any more delicate term. The worshippers of these
divinities believe the most effective way to offer their
prayers is to write them on paper, chew them up and
throw the wad against these wooden sides. If the
missile sticks it is believed the petition has been fav-
orably received ; if it falls the contrary interpretation
is given to the incident.

Angel and Seraph got so interested in pelting these
images that they could hardly be dragged off to their
'rickshas. They resisted noisily when their mother
urged them to hasten and finally ended with another
pugilistic exhibition.

"I'd like to have full charge of those infants for
an hour," Amy whispered to Mr. Loring, whose vehi-


cle was nearest to hers. "J ust for one brief, glad

The smile which he shot back in response to this
confidence glanced and struck Carl Muller full in the
face. He had not heard the girl's words and only saw
the telegraphed signal.




MY Darling Popsie: (So wrote Amy Van Steuben
to her father) We are in one of the mountain dis-
tricts of this funny country, at a place called Kowak-
odani, and at a hotel bearing the delightful name of
Mikawaya. Our entire caravan left Yokohama early
in the morning and took a train to Kodzu, transfer-
ring to the queerest tram in the world at that point.
I would not dare say how many times the car got off
the track between Kodzu and Yumoto, where the line
fortunately ended, but I think it must have been a
dozen. The Japanese drivers abuse their horses shame-
fully and know as much about driving as I do about

The getting off the track was not really dangerous,
but mother and her satellite had regular fits every time
it occurred. It also gave Mrs. Young's sweet chil-
dren the chance of their lives to profess fright which
it was easy to see was simulated and give utterance
to screams. Mrs. Young had some sharp words with
the driver for the way he abused his beasts, for which
she only got laughed at by the saucy fellow. She
appealed to the gentlemen to make the man stop
whipping the animals, which he always did merciless-
ly as soon as they got to galloping at their highest


speed. Mr. Muller tried to oblige her, though he
must have known how little good it would do, but
every time he began his expostulations the car ran off
the track again and everybody's attention was monopo-
lized by the attempts to get it back.

When this disagreeable experience was over we all
got into 'rickshas, which I have learned to like im-
mensely, and with two coolies for each vehicle were
dragged four or five miles more to Myanoshita, mostly
up-hill, but through a charming country. The coolies
were sturdy fellows who looked much like bronze stat-
ues in their scant clothing. Most of them wore noth-
ing whatever as I'm a Christian! but a towel and
sandals. This caused mother to have a terrible palpi-
tation of the heart and made her Shadow close her
eyes in despair. Mrs. Young, please understand,
makes a point of feeling exactly like your esteemed
wife on all occasions, a line of conduct that has en-
deared her to mother greatly. It wasn't anything we
could talk about to the gentlemen, and really one gets
used to it here, so we went on without remark. They
were handsomely built fellows, and a dark skin makes
a difference, anyway.

Arriving at the Fuji-ya Hotel in Myanoshita we
found it full of guests, and were told that our tele-
gram had been answered to that effect, though cer-
tainly no reply had been received. What were we to
do? Carl (of course I refer to Mr. Muller, but it
seems ridiculous to call a hired man 'Mister') told us
of this place, only a mile away. He said it was nothing
so "swell" as the Fuji-ya, but comfortable, and would


at least give us a chance to see native life. I voted at
once in favor of coming here, but mother scented the
fact that her pretty gowns would count for little in
such a place and was reluctant to give her consent.
However, as it was either that or to return to Yoko-
hama by the awful tram, she finally gave in.

The Mikawaya Hotel is a long and what I call a
picturesque structure, pleasantly situated on high
ground, but rather plainer in its accommodations than
the Palace at San Francisco. In fact, there isn't the
first trace of luxury in it from one end to theother. Most
of the apartments are occupied by Japanese travellers,
who have their floors covered with straw matting,
on which they sit all day and sleep all night. Such a
thing as a chair or bedstead is unknown to their method
of life. A little mite of a table about a foot higih
is the only furniture they use; and it's excruciatingly
funny to see them on the floor in front of it with their
feet tucked under them, eating rice and fish with "chop-
sticks." which they handle as well as we would a knife
and fork. Each guest has a girl servant, looking like
a pretty doll, who kneels in front of him and attends
to every want. In fact all the Japanese women and
children seem as if they had been cut out of pictures,
averaging much prettier than the ones in Honolulu,
though some of those, you know, are not bad-looking

When mother found that the partitions between the
rooms were made of paper she had a collapsej declar-
ing that she never could go to bed in the house. As
in duty bound Mrs. Young shook her sally head and


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