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Updated: June 23, 2025
The man looked up. "Yes, sir. I tell you have big meeting and say 'very much excuse, please." "That was right," rejoined his master, with a laugh. "Now get me the menu." Oku picked up the tray and made for the door. "Yes excuse, please. Excuse." When his butler had disappeared, Stafford turned to his guests with a smile: "Queer little chap, isn't he?
But this evening things were astir in the Stafford abode. Lights were burning recklessly in every room and Oku had been running excitedly about since early dawn. Had not his lord and master told him that visitors were coming and to prepare dinner for five? Ah, now Oku was indeed in his element!
Stafford declined all invitations and lived himself the life of a hermit. He was very seldom at home, the blinds were nearly always drawn, and the place looked deserted. The only sign of life was an occasional glimpse of faithful Oku, the Japanese butler, who, with downcast eyes and stealthy tread, sometimes made a sortie in search of food or other household necessity.
There's no time like the present, so I'll have Oku bring it in and I'll drink to your pretty eyes. My, but you look sweet to-night! I'll ring for Oku." He started towards the door and had almost reached it when he heard a movement and rustle of skirts behind him. Turning quickly, he saw Virginia standing at the entrance to her own bedroom, as if hesitating as to whether to go into it or not.
The whole device was, of course, of a very rough-and-ready description, but I was greatly gratified when the first shots were fired, to see the shells drop upon the exact spots aimed at. The task which General Oku had undertaken, and which he must accomplish before an advance could be made by him upon Port Arthur, was an exceedingly difficult one.
He was interrupted by the appearance of Oku with wine and glasses, which the butler placed on the table. "Shall I serve?" asked the servant. "Yes, fill 'em up," replied his master. After he had drawn the cork and filled the glasses with the hissing, golden beverage, Stafford stammered thickly: "That's all for you to-night." "I must not wait?" inquired Oku. "No!
The Russian general, clinging always to the railway, advanced with such a restricted front that the Japanese, under General Oku, outflanked him, and he was driven back with a loss of about ten thousand, killed and wounded, fourteen guns, and four hundred prisoners. On June 15th, the very day after the Telissu victory, the Japanese met their only naval catastrophe.
"Sure!" he said in an aside not intended to reach the butler's ears. But Oku was nothing if not discreet. He never allowed himself to hear anything. When Fanny nodded he merely inquired politely: "What kind please?" Jimmie grinned and licked his lips. Turning to his future wife he asked: "What do you like?" "What kind do you?" she laughed, anxious to keep him in good humor.
At length I said: "It appears to me, sir, that there is but one thing to be done, namely, for me to go ashore, find General Oku, explain to him our difficulty, and get him to mark on the map the several points mentioned here," touching the dispatch. "As you are aware, I have already been ashore here; I spent a whole day among the hills, reconnoitring the ground and making observations.
"Martini suits me all right." Oku bowed to the ground. "Yes, miss. Two Martini cocktails. Excuse, please! Excuse!" With another profound salaam and retreating backwards towards the door as if in the presence of royalty, the Japanese butler made an impressive exit. Jimmie had watched Oku's every movement with the greatest amusement.
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