3 182202465 1721 s$J%*mf- m^W Jfe*'^^*^ *'* WWW;: -'W - Library

CHAPTER XXXIII.
A POSTSCRIPT IN SEPTEMBER, 1890.
hanashika, as the Japanese would call him,
-L who tells this story, enjoyed a call a few weeks
ago from a gentleman from Tokyo. On his card
plate engraved in Boston I read in English, Asahi
Rai.
" Can it be possible," I thought, " that here is one
of my old Fukui boys " ? Going down into the
parlor I shook hands with a fine-looking young
man, who immediately said :
"
Do you not know me ? I am one of your boys
whom you taught in Fukui."
" Yes, of course I know you, and am glad to see
you ; but you write your name in our way family
name last ? "
" Yes ;
we all do it in Japan now, at least most of
us."
" And, may I ask, what are you doing in America,
Asahi bo?"
Laughing heartily at my calling him by his nursery
name, he replied
:
" I am a civil engineer, and am here on government
business connected with the railroads, for
the Department of Communications, of which, as
you know, some one of the great Sa-cho-to conibina-