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That first time--the memory of it rose vividly before him He had been in Yokohaone to the woods to sketch and had found her huddled at the foot of a steep rock from which she had slipped Her ankle isted and she could not azed at hirey eyes that looked oddly out of place in her little oval face Then she had answered hily insisted on carrying her hoathered her up into his arms when the old are But the girl had explained to her in rapid Japanese and the wo Craven to follow ht burden He had stayed only a fewthe ceremonial tea that was offered so shyly

The next day he had convinced himself that it was only polite for hiain, hoping to relieve the tediu had become a habit The acquaintance had ripened quickly Fro her awe of hi with the simplicity of a child She had early confided to him the story of her short life--of her solitude and friendlessness; of theto her the little house which had been the last gift of the Englishman who had been O Hara San's father and who had tired of her mother and left her two years after her own birth; of the poverty against which they had struggled--for the Englishman had left no provision for them; of the faithful old servant, who had been her mother's nurse; of O Hara San's discovery of her own artistic talent which had enabled her to provide for the sirown up alone--apart frole of fairy-tales and ro for her art, content with her solitude And into her secluded life had come Barry Craven and swept her off her feet Child of nature that she was she had been unable to hide from him the love that quickly overwhelmed her And to Craven the incident of O Hara San had co, he had drifted into the connection from sheer ennui