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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
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NEVER BEFORE HAD SHE SEEN HIM IN ANGER.
had called her a Geisha, a dancing woman of the tea houses! — but he would come to her that evening, and perhaps then he could explain. These Europeans had so many strange ways. But the little woman, waiting in the fragrant night, was doomed to disappointment. Redmond, sitting with Alice Langley, was pouring out the story of his love into not unwilling ears. He had drawn out his watch to show her her own picture in the case, when the action reminded him of his tryst with Chrysanthemum, and he started up guiltily.
1 'Where are you going, Vance?" she asked, as he caught up his hat.
"An appointment I had forgotten," he answered, ill at ease.
"Important?"
"Very."
1 ' Then prove your love by remaining here with me and forgetting this very important engagement," she commanded.
Slowly Vance sank upon the bench. Alice, with a quiet smile of triumph,
offered her lips for the betrothal kiss, and all else was forgotten.
And little Chrysanthemum, watching amid the flowers, waited and waited in vain, until the faithful Fusi drew her away to bed.
Once again, in the morning, she made appeal. Miss Langley and others were already in their rickshaws as her chair came up. Only Redmond was waiting, suitcase in hand, for his boy.
1 ' You did not come, ' ' she said pleadingly. "Have I offended?"
' ' Vance ! ' ' Miss Langley 's voice was cold and hard. "We are waiting for you. Are you coming?"
Silently he pressed Chrysanthemum's hand. Her face showed that she understood. With tear-blinded eyes she groped her way to her chair, as the others started away. Thru the shrubbery Sayo watched them go. watched Chrysanthemum borne back to her home, and with lowering face he followed slowly afoot.
But slow as was bis progress, he