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MOTION PICTURE MAGAZINE
Deane kist her, a lump rising in his throat.
On the deck of a flying steamer a brown man stood with his face turned toward the west, and his eyes, too, grew moist with their yearn toward the distant coast.
Two years gone, and now he was speeding to Enoura to bring joy to the eyes of the little Hisa.
He could hardly get there fast enough, and lest he should not surprise her, made a detour of the village and entered her house unseen.
Hisa sat on a mat holding a suckling baby, and by her side a big, blond man, lost in lazy content.
That f a c e — that rosy, contemptuous face and that powerful frame ! Where had he seen them before?
1 ' You, you ! " he said hoarsely; "what are you doing here with Hisa ? ' '
' ' Masao ! ' ' cried the little wife; "you come back?" She trembled violently with her confession. "My husband — mebbe you doan know my honorable husband."
Deane rose to his feet. The look in Masao 's face frightened him.
' ' Come, " said Masao, ' ' out to the rocks by the sea, you dealer in women ! ' '
And Deane, knowing that his hour of reckoning had come, followed the brown man out.
Hisa darted between them, crying, imploring on her soft knees. But Masao raised her and, with his arm flung about her, pointed the way to Deane.
Until the sun set in a golden ball back of the hills they fought for mastery, on the rocks over the sea. Twining in and out, the little brown man clung to the other like twisting vines.
At last they came to the water's edge. Deane 's breath came short,
like puffs from a furnace, but he fought in despair to hold the tireless athlete off.
He felt the cold water pooling around his knees; the strain on his neck was forever seaward; his arms relaxed, and, with a great cry of finality, his body plunged under the waters.
Masao stood implacable — a man of chiseled bronze. But Deane 's body never came to the surface. The sea of ill omens had claimed its slime.
HISA DARTED BETWEEN THEM
Hisa raised her horror-haunted eyes from the child on her breast. What had Masao said — dealer in women? Had she sinned, and must she now die?
The sword of Gombei and of his samurai ancestors lay on its rack in the honored place of the room. She laid her son down carefully and knelt by his side. It crooned at the shiny thing in her hands and reached out tiny fists for it.
"August grandfather, I come — I come ! ' '
She sighed and lay back like one sleeping.