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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The House of the Misty Star + A Romance of Youth and Hope and Love in Old Japan + +Author: Fannie Caldwell Macaulay + +Release Date: November 19, 2005 [EBook #17108] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE HOUSE OF THE MISTY STAR *** + + + + +Produced by David Garcia, Christine D and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Kentuckiana Digital Library) + + + + + + +</pre> + + + +<p><a name="Frontispiece" id="Frontispiece"></a></p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 280px;"><a href="images/img004.jpg"> +<img src="images/img004th.jpg" width="280" height="399" alt="She quickly walked across the burning coal" title="She quickly walked across the burning coal" /></a> +<span class="caption">She quickly walked across the burning coal</span> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<h1>The House</h1> +<h1>of the Misty Star</h1> + + +<h5>A ROMANCE OF YOUTH AND<br /> +HOPE AND LOVE IN OLD JAPAN</h5> + + +<h5>By</h5> + +<h2>Frances Little</h2> +<h6>(Fannie Caldwell Macaulay)</h6> +<h5>Author of "The Lady of the Decoration," etc.</h5> + + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 333px;"> +<img src="images/img005.jpg" width="333" height="301" alt="Crest" title="Crest" /> +</div> + + +<h4>New York<br /> +The Century Co.<br /> +1915</h4> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<h5>Copyright, 1915, by<br /> +<span class="smcap">The Century Co.</span></h5> + +<p class="center"><b>Copyright, 1914, 1915, by<br /> +<span class="smcap">The Curtis Publishing Company</span><br /> +——<br /> +<i>Published, April, 1915</i></b></p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<p class='smallc'>TO A FAITHFUL FRIEND</p> +<p class='center'>NUI SHIOME</p> +<p class='smallc'>OF</p> +<p class='center'>TOKIO.</p> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<h2><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS"></a>CONTENTS</h2> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>CHAPTER</td><td align='left'></td><td align='right'>PAGE</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I</td><td align='left'>ENTER JANE GRAY</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_3">3</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>II</td><td align='left'>KISHIMOTO SAN CALLS</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_16">16</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>III</td><td align='left'>ZURA</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>IV</td><td align='left'>JANE GRAY BRINGS HOME A MAN</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_55">55</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>V</td><td align='left'>A CALL AND AN INVITATION</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_70">70</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>VI</td><td align='left'>ZURA WINGATE'S VISIT</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_85">85</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>VII</td><td align='left'>AN INTERRUPTED DINNER</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_95">95</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>VIII</td><td align='left'>MR. CHALMERS SEES THE GARDEN AND HEARS THE TRUTH</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_108">108</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>IX</td><td align='left'>JANE HOPES; KISHIMOTO DESPAIRS</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_125">125</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>X</td><td align='left'>ZURA GOES TO THE FESTIVAL</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_138">138</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>XI</td><td align='left'>A BROKEN SHRINE</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_147">147</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>XII</td><td align='left'>A DREAM COMES TRUE</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_158">158</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>XIII</td><td align='left'>A THANKSGIVING DINNER</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_174">174</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>XIV</td><td align='left'>WHAT THE SETTING SUN REVEALED</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_190">190</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>XV</td><td align='left'>PINKEY CHALMERS CALLS AGAIN</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_203">203</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>XVI</td><td align='left'>ENTER KOBU, THE DETECTIVE</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_218">218</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>XVII</td><td align='left'>A VISIT TO THE KENCHO</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_235">235</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>XVIII</td><td align='left'>A VISITOR FROM AMERICA</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_243">243</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>XIX</td><td align='left'>"THE END OF THE PERFECT DAY"</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_260">260</a></td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="LIST_OF_ILLUSTRATIONS" id="LIST_OF_ILLUSTRATIONS"></a>LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'>She quickly walked across the burning coal</td><td align='right'><i><a href="#Frontispiece">Frontispiece</a></i></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='right'>PAGE</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Through the sinister shadows of Flying Sparrow Street</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_13">13</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Zura Wingate advanced to my lowly seat on the floor, and listlessly put out one hand to greet me</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_39">39</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The bowing, bending, and indrawing of breath</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_75">75</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Page started forward. A sound stopped him</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_113">113</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"God in Heaven. How can I tell her!"</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_187">187</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Oh, God! A thief! It's over!"</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_245">245</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Oh! boy, boy, I thought I'd lost you</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_263">263</a></td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h1>The House</h1> +<h1>of the Misty Star</h1> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 269px;"> +<img src="images/img014.jpg" width="269" height="509" alt="Crest" title="Crest" /> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></p> +<h2>The House</h2> +<h2>of the Misty Star</h2> + + +<h2><a name="I" id="I"></a>I</h2> + +<h3>ENTER JANE GRAY</h3> + + +<p> It must have been the name that made me take +that little house on the hilltop. It was mostly +view, but the title—supplemented by the very +low rent—suggested the first line of a beautiful +poem.</p> + +<p> Nobody knows who began the custom or when, +but for unknown years a night-light had been kept +burning in a battered old bronze lantern swung just +over my front door. Through the early morning +mists the low white building itself seemed made of +dreams; but the tiny flame, slipping beyond the low +curving eaves, shone far at sea and by its light the +Japanese sailors, coming around the rocky Tongue +of Dragons point in their old junks, steered for +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span>home and rest. To them it was a welcome beacon. +They called the place "The House of the Misty +Star."</p> + +<p> In it for thirty years I have toiled and taught +and dreamed. From it I have watched the ships +of mighty nations pass—some on errands of peace; +some to change the map of the world. Through its +casements I have seen God's glory in the sunsets +and the tenderness of His love in the dawns. The +pink hills of the spring and the crimson of the +autumn have come and gone, and through the +carved portals that mark the entrance to my home +have drifted the flotsam and jetsam of the world. +They have come for shelter, for food, for curiosity +and sometimes because they must, till I have earned +my title clear as step-mother-in-law to half the waifs +and strays of the Orient.</p> + +<p> Once it was a Chinese general, seeking safety +from a mob. Then it was a fierce-looking Russian +suspected as a spy and, when searched, found to +be a frightened girl, seeking her sweetheart among +the prisoners of war. The high, the low, the meek, +and the impertinent, lost babies, begging pilgrims +and tailless cats—all sooner or later have found +their way through my gates and out again, barely +touching the outer edges of my home life. But +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span>things never really began to happen to me, I mean +things that actually counted, until Jane Gray came. +After that it looked as if they were never going to +stop.</p> + +<p> You see I'd lived about fifty-eight years of solid +monotony, broken only by the novelty of coming +to Japan as a school teacher thirty years before +and, although my soul yearned for the chance to +indulge in the frills of romance, opportunity to do +so was about the only thing that failed to knock at +my door. From the time I heard the name of +Ursula Priscilla Jenkins and knew it belonged to +me, I can recall but one beautiful memory of my +childhood. It is the face of my mother in its frame +of poke bonnet and pink roses, as she leaned over to +kiss me good-by. I never saw her again, nor my +father. Yellow fever laid heavy tribute upon our +southern United States. I was the only one left +in the big house on the plantation, and my old +black nurse was the sole survivor in the servants' +quarters. She took me to an orphan asylum in a +straggly little southern town where everything from +river banks to complexions was mud color.</p> + +<p> Bareness and spareness were the rule, and when +the tall, bony, woman manager stood near the yellow-brown +partition, it took keen eyes to tell just +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span>where her face left off and the plaster began. She +did not believe in education. But I was born with +ideas of my own and a goodly share of ambition. +I learned to read by secretly borrowing from the +wharf master a newspaper or an occasional magazine +which sometimes strayed off a river packet. +Then I paid for a four years' course at a neighboring +semi-college by working and by serving the +other students. I did everything—from polishing +their shoes to studying their lessons for them; it +earned me many a penny and a varied knowledge +of human nature. But nothing ever happened to +me as it did to the other girls. I never had a holiday; +I was never sick; I never went to a circus; +and I never even had a proposal.</p> + +<p> One night I went to church and heard a missionary +from Japan speak. My goodness! how that +man could say words! His appeal for workers to +go to the Flowery Kingdom was as convincing as +the hump on his nose, as irresistible as the fire in +his eyes. The combination ended in my coming as +a teacher to the eager Nipponese, who were all +athirst for English. Japan I knew was a country +all by itself, and not a slice off of China; that it +raised rice, kimonos and heathen. Otherwise it +was only a place on the map. Whatever the new +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span>country might hold, at least, I thought, it would +open a door that would lead me far away from the +drab world in which I lived.</p> + +<p> My appointment led me to the little city of Hijiyama, +overlooking the magical Inland Sea. It is +swung in the cleft of a mountain like a clustered +jewel tucked in the folds of a giant velvet robe. It +is a place of crumbling castles and lotus-filled moats. +Here progress hesitated before the defiant breath of +the ancient gods. For centuries a city of content, +whispers of greater things finally reached the listening +ears of eager youth, fired ambition, demanded +things foreign, especially the English language, and +I came in on this great wave.</p> + +<p> I found near contentment and sober joy in my +work and my beautiful old garden. But deep down +in my heart I was waiting, ever waiting, for something +to happen—something big, stirring, and tremendous, +something romantic and poetical; but it +never did. Year after year I wore the groove of +my life deeper, but never slipped out of it, and one +day was so like another it was hard to believe that +even a night separated them.</p> + +<p> Then without the slightest warning the change +came. One day in my mail I found a letter from +a student which read as follows:</p> + +<p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>O! Most Respected Teacher.</p> + +<p> How it was our great pleasure to write your noble personage. +When I triumphed to my native home after +speaking last lesson before your honorable face, my +knowledge was informed by rumors of gossip that in most +hateful place in city of Hijiyama was American lady. +She wear name of Miss Jaygray. Who have affliction of +kind heart and very bad health. Also she have white hair +and no medicine. Street she live in have also Japanese +gentlemans what kill and steal and even lie. Very bad +for lady who have nice thought for gentlemans, and speak +many words about Christians God. Now not one word +can she speak. Her sicker too great. Your great country +say "Unions is strong and we stand together till +divided by falling out." Please union with lady countryman +and also divide. She very tired. I think little +hungry too.</p> + +<p class='center'>Yours verily</p> + +<p class='right'><span class="smcap">Takata</span>.</p> + +<p> (Some little more.) Go down House of Flying-Sparrow +Street and discover Tube-Rose Lane. There maybe +you see policeman. He whistle his two partner. Hand +in hand they show you bad gentlemens street where lives +sick ladys mansion.</p></div> + +<p> I hastened at once to the succor of my sick countrywoman. +The way led through streets obscure +and ill-kept, the inhabitants covertly seeking shelter +as the policemen and I approached. It was a sec<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span>tion +I knew to be the rendezvous of outcasts of +this and neighboring cities. It was a place where +the bravest officer never went alone. For making +a last stand for the right to their pitiful sordid lives, +the criminals herded together in one desperate band +when danger threatened any of the brotherhood. +The very stillness of the streets bespoke hidden +iniquity. Every house presented a closed front. +Surely, I thought, ignorance of conditions could be +the only excuse for any woman of any creed choosing +to live in such surroundings as these.</p> + +<p> In the cleanest of the hovels I found Miss Gray, +her middle-aged figure shrunken to the proportions +of a child. There was no difficulty in finding the +cause of her illness. She was half-starved. Her +reason for being in that section was as senseless +as it was mistaken, except to one whose heart had +been fired by a passion for saving souls. After +being revived by a stimulant from my emergency +kit, she told me her name, which I already knew, +that she was an American and her calling that +of a missionary. I thought I knew every type +of the profession and I was proud to call many +of them my friends, but Miss Gray was an original +model, peculiar in quality and indefinite in pattern.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span>"Does your Mission Board give you permission +to live in a place or fashion like this?" I asked +sternly.</p> + +<p> "Haven't any Board," she answered weakly. +"I'm an Independent."</p> + +<p> "Independent what?" I demanded.</p> + +<p> "Independent Daughter of Hope."</p> + +<p> Her appearance was a libel on any variety of independence +and a joke on hope, but I waited for +the rest of the story.</p> + +<p> She said that the Order to which she belonged +was not large. She was one of a small band of +women bound by a solemn oath to go where they +could and seek to help and uplift fallen humanity +by living the life of the native poor. She had +chosen Japan because it was "so pretty and poetical." +She had worked her way across the Pacific +as stewardess on a large steamer, and had landed +in Hijiyama a few months before with enough cash +to keep a canary bird in delicate health for a month. +Her enthusiasm was high, her zeal blazed. If only +her faith were strong enough to stand the test, her +need for food and clothing would be supplied from +somewhere. "Now," she moaned, "something has +happened. Maybe my want of absolute trust +brought me to it. I'm sick and hungry and I've +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span>failed. Oh! I wanted to help these sweet people; +I wanted to save their dear souls."</p> + +<p> I was skeptical as to this special brand of philanthropy, +but I was touched by the grief of her disappointed +hopes. I knew the particular sting. At +the same time my hand twitched to shake her for +going into this thing in so impractical a way. +Teaching and preaching in a foreign land may include +romance, but I've yet to hear where the most +enthusiastic or fanatical found nourishment or inspiration +on a diet of visions pure and simple. +While there must be something worth while in a +woman who could starve for her belief, yet in the +eyes of the one before me was the look of a trusting +child who would never know the practical side +of life any more than she would believe in its ugliness. +It was not faith she needed. It was a guardian.</p> + +<p> "Maybe I had better die," she wailed. "Dead +missionaries are far too few to prove the glory of +the cause."</p> + +<p> I suggested that live ones could glorify far more +than dead ones, and told her that I was going to +take her home with me and put strength into her +body and a little judgment into her head, if I could.</p> + +<p> She broke out again. "Oh, I cannot go! I +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span>must stay here! If work is denied me, maybe it +is my part to starve and prove my faith by selling +my soul for the highest price."</p> + +<p> Although I was to learn that this was a favorite +expression of Miss Gray's, the meaning of which +she never made quite clear to me, that day it sounded +like the melancholy mutterings of hunger. For +scattering vapors of pessimism, and stirring up +symptoms of hope, I'd pin my faith to a bowl of +thick hot soup before I would a book full of sermons.</p> + +<p> Without further argument I called to some coolies +to come with a "kago," a kind of lie-down-sit-up +basket swung from a pole, and in it we laid the +weak, protesting woman.</p> + +<p> The men lifted it to their shoulders and the little +procession, guarded fore and aft by a policeman, +moved through the sinister shadows of Flying +Sparrow street to the clearer heights of "The +House of the Misty Star."</p> + +<p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 399px;"><a href="images/img025.jpg"> +<img src="images/img025th.jpg" width="399" height="261" alt="Through the sinister shadows of Flying Sparrow Street" title="Through the sinister shadows of Flying Sparrow Street" /></a> +<span class="caption">Through the sinister shadows of Flying Sparrow Street</span> +</div> + + +<p> Long training had strengthened, and association +had verified my unshakable belief that the most +essential quality of the very high calling of a missionary, +is an unlimited supply of consecrated commonsense. +So far, not a vestige of it had I discovered +in the devotee I was taking to my home, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span> +but Jane Gray was as full of surprises as she was +of sentiment.</p> + +<p> She not only stayed in my house, but with her +coming the spell of changeless days was broken. +It was as if her thin hand held the charm by which +my door of opportunity was flung wide, and +through it I saw my garden of dreams bursting into +flower.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></p> +<h2><a name="II" id="II"></a>II</h2> + +<h3>KISHIMOTO SAN CALLS</h3> + + +<p> I had always been dead set against taking a +companion permanently into my home. For +one reason I heeded the warning of the man who +made the Japanese language. To denote "peace" +he drew a picture of a roof with a woman under +it. Evidently being a gentleman of experience, he +expressed the word "trouble" by adding another +person of the same sex to the picture without changing +the size of the roof.</p> + +<p> Then, too, there was my cash account to settle +with. Ever since I'd been drawing a salary from +the National Education Board of Missions, I felt +like apologizing to the few feeble figures that stared +accusingly at me from my small ledger, for the demands +I made upon them for charity, for sickness, +and for entertainment of all who knocked at my +door.</p> + +<p> My classes were always crowded, but there were +times when the purses of my students were more +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span>lean than their bodies. Frequently such an one +looked at me and said, "Moneys have all flewed +away from my pockets. Only have vast consuming +fire for learning." It being against my principle +to see anybody consumed while I had a rin, +there was nothing to do but make up to the Board +what I had failed to collect.</p> + +<p> These circumstances caused me to hesitate risking +the peace of my household, or putting one more +responsibility on my purse.</p> + +<p> Then sweet potatoes decided me. It was a matter +of history that famine, neither wide-spread nor +local, ever gained a foothold where "Satsuma +Emo" flourished. This year they were fatter and +cheaper than ever before. I knew dozens of ways +to fix them, natural and disguised; so I bought an +extra supply and made up my mind to keep Jane +Gray.</p> + +<p> The little missionary thrived in her new environment +as would a drooping plant freshly potted. As +she grew stronger, she hinted at trying once again +to live in her old quarters, that she might fast and +work and pray for her sinners. I promptly suppressed +any plans in that direction.</p> + +<p> After all, I had been a lonelier woman than I +realized, and Jane was like a kitten with a bell +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span>around its neck—one grows used to its playing +about the house and misses it when gone. She also +resembled a fixed star in her belief that she had +been divinely appointed to carry a message of hope +to the vilest of earth, and I felt that the same power +had charged me with the responsibility of impressing +her with a measure of commonsense.</p> + +<p> So we compromised for a while at least. She +would stay with me, and I would not interfere with +her work in the crime section, nor give way to remarks +on the subject.</p> + +<p> I was sure the conditions in the Quarter would +prove impossible, but as some people cannot be convinced +unless permitted to draw their own diagram +of failure, it was best for her to try when she was +able to make the effort.</p> + +<p> The making of an extra room in a Japanese house +is only a matter of shifting a paper screen or so +into a ready-made groove. It took me some time +to decide whether I should screen off Jane in the +corner that commanded a full view of the wonderful +sea, or at the end where by sliding open the +paper doors she could step at once into the fairy +land of my garden.</p> + +<p> Jane decided it herself. I discovered her +stretched in an old wheel-chair before the open +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span>doors, looking into the sun-flooded greenery of the +garden, and heard her softly repeating,</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Fair as plumes of dreams<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In a land<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where only dreams come true,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And flutes of memory waken<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Longings forgotten."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p> Any one who felt that way about my garden had +a right to live close to it.</p> + +<p> In half an hour Jane was established. My enthusiasm +waned a bit the next day when I found +all the pigeons in the neighborhood fluttering about +the open door, fearlessly perching on the invalid's +lap and shoulders while she fed them high-priced +rice and dainty bits of dearly-bought chicken.</p> + +<p> I dispersed the pigeons with a flap of my apron +and with forced mildness protested. "I'm obliged +to ask you to be less generous. The price of rice +is higher than those pigeons can fly and, as for +chicken, it's about ten sen a feather. There's +abundant food for you; but we cannot afford to +feed all the fowls of the air."</p> + +<p> "Oh! dear Miss Jenkins, I couldn't drive them +away. The cunning things! Every coo they uttered +sounded like a love word."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span> I hoped it was the patient's physical weakness, +and not a part of her nature.</p> + +<p> I could not possibly survive a steady diet of +emotion so tender that it bubbled over at the flutter +of a pigeon's wing.</p> + +<p> I'd brought it on myself, however, and I was determined +to share my home and my life with Jane +Gray. Sentimental and visionary as she was, with +the funny little twist in her tongue, the poor excuse +of a body seemed the last place power of +any kind would choose for a habitation. I was +not disposed to attribute the supernatural to my +companion, but from the day of her arrival unusual +events popped up to speak for themselves.</p> + +<p> A nearby volcano, asleep for half a century, blew +off its cap, covering land and sea with ashes and +fiery lava. All my pink roses bloomed weeks earlier +than they had any business to, and for the first time +in years my old gardener got drunk. Between +dashes of cold water on his head he tearfully wailed +my unexpressed sentiments, in part:</p> + +<p> "Too many damfooly things happen all same +time. Evil spirit get loose. Sake help me fight. +Me nice boy. Me ve'y good boy but I no like foreign +devil what is."</p> + +<p> Then one day, about a month after my family +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span>had been enlarged, I had just wheeled my newly +acquired responsibility out in the garden to sun +when Kishimoto San called. He often came for +consultation. While his chief interest in life was +to keep Hijiyama strictly Japanese and rigidly +Buddhist, he was also superintendent of schools for +his district and educational matters gave us a common +interest. However, the late afternoon was +an unusual hour for him to appear and one glance +at his face showed trouble of a personal nature had +drawn heavy lines in his mask of calmness. I had +known Kishimoto San for twenty years. Part of +him I could read like a primer; the other part was +a sealed volume to which I doubt if even Buddha +had the key. Sometimes when he was calling I +wished Gabriel would appear in my doorway and +announce the end of the world to see, if without +omitting a syllable, Kishimoto would keep on to the +end of the last phrase in the greeting prescribed +for the occasion.</p> + +<p> The ceremony off his mind, he sat silent, unresponsive +to the openings I tried to make for a beginning. +Not till I had exhausted small talk of +current events and asked after his family in particular +instead of his ancestors in general, did his +tongue loosen.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span> Then the floodgates of his pent-up emotion +opened and forth poured a torrent of anger, disappointment, +and outraged pride. I had never before +seen a man so shaken, but then I hadn't seen +many, much less one with the red blood of Daimyos +in his veins. He was a man whose soul dwelt in +the innermost place of a citadel built of ancient +beliefs and traditions.</p> + +<p> Out of the unchecked flood of denunciation, I +learned that he held Christianity responsible for his +woes. I, as a believer and an American, must hear +what he thought; as his friend I must advise him +if I could.</p> + +<p> In the twenty years that I had known the school +superintendent, he had always been reserved regarding +his personal and family life. To me his +home was a vague, blurred background in which +possible members of his family moved. He surprised +me this day by referring in detail to the bitter +grief which had come to him in years gone by +through his only child.</p> + +<p> I had heard the story outside, but not even remotely +had Kishimoto San ever before hinted that +he possessed a child. I knew his need for help must +be imperative, that the wound was torn afresh, +else he was too good a Buddhist to make "heavy +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span>the ears of a friend" with a recital of his own +sorrows.</p> + +<p> He said he had been most ambitious for his +daughter. Years ago he had sent her to Yokohama +to study English and music. While there the +girl lived with his sister who had absorbed many +new ideas regarding liberty for women. Once he +was absent from Japan and without his knowledge +the girl married an American artist, Harold Wingate +by name, and went with him to his country +to live.</p> + +<p> Kishimoto San had not seen her since her marriage +until lately. He had honorably prayed that +he never would. Some weeks before she had returned +to Hijiyama practically penniless, which was +bad, and a widow, which made it very difficult to +marry her off again; but worse still was the half-breed +child she had brought with her, a daughter +of about seventeen. This girl, whose name was +Zura, I soon found was the sore spot in Kishimoto +San's grievance, the center around which his +storm of trouble brewed.</p> + +<p> It was like pouring oil on flames when I asked +particularly about the girl.</p> + +<p> Though he could speak English that was quite +understandable, he broke loose in Japanese hardly +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span>translatable. "She is a wild, untamed barbarian. +She has neither manners nor modesty, and not only +dares openly to scorn the customs of my country +and religion, but defies my commands, my authority."</p> + +<p> Knowing him as I did, I thought it must indeed +be a free, wild spirit to meet the blow of Kishimoto +San's will and not be crushed by the impact. My +interest in the girl increased in proportion to his +vehemence. I ventured to ask for details. They +came in a torrent.</p> + +<p> "It is not our custom for young girls to go on +the street unattended. I forbade her going. Deaf +to my orders, she strays about the streets alone and +dares to sail her own sampan. She handles it as +deftly as a common fisherman. She goes to out-of-the-way +places and there remains till it suits her +impudence to return to my house. In the hours of +the night she disturbs my meditations by sobbing +for her home and her father. She romps on the +highways with street children, who follow her as +they would a performing monkey."</p> + +<p> "But surely," I mildly interposed, "it is no great +breach of custom to play with children. Your +granddaughter is doubtless lonely and it may give +her pleasure."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span> The face of my visitor stiffened.</p> + +<p> "Pleasure!" he repeated. "Does she not know +that a woman's only pleasure is obedience? Is +there not enough of my blood in her to make her +bow to the law? Twice she has told me to attend +to my own affairs! Told me! Her ancestor! +Her Master!" This last word he always pronounced +with a capital M.</p> + +<p> Kishimoto San was not cruel. Unlike many of +his countrymen, who are educated by modern methods +as regarding laws governing women, he was +still an old-time Oriental in the raw.</p> + +<p> It was at this uncomfortable moment that the little +maid brought in tea. I instructed her to serve +it on the balcony which overlooked sea and mountain. +The appealing beauty of the scene always +soothed me as a lullaby would a restless child. I +hoped as much for my disturbed visitor. I gave +him his second cup of tea, and asked him whether +the mother could not control her daughter. It set +him going.</p> + +<p> "Her mother!" he scoffed. "Madam, if her +mother had been blest with the backbone of a jellyfish +she would never have married a man whose +people were not her people, whose customs are as +far removed from hers as the East is from the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span>West. My daughter was young. Had she married +one of her own country, all would have been +well. Her will would have been directed by her +mother-in-law. She was trained to obedience. See +what the teachings of your country do to our +women! In a letter she wrote telling me she had +gone, she thanked me for teaching her the laws +of submission. It helped her to bow to the commands +of this man when he bade her marry him, +and she loved him! Love! as if that had anything +to do with marriage. Now comes the result of this +accursed union—a troublesome girl who is neither +one thing nor the other, who laughs at the customs +of my country and upsets the peace of my house, +who boldly declares she is an American. She need +not herald it. In dress and manners she wears the +marks of her training."</p> + +<p> I offered no comment, but every moment served +to deepen my interest in this girl who could defy +a will which had ruled a whole island for half a +century.</p> + +<p> My silence seemed to irritate him. He turned +fiercely upon me.</p> + +<p> "Tell me, what kind of girls does America produce? +What is your boasted freedom for women +but license? Is their place never taught them? +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span>Have they no understanding of the one great law +for women?"</p> + +<p> I had been absent from my country many long +years, and while neither the best nor the worst had +come my way, America was my country, her people +my people, and they stood to me for all that was +great and honorable and righteous. The implication +of Kishimoto's question annoyed me all the +more, because I knew him to be a keen observer and +not hasty in his conclusions.</p> + +<p> "Softly, Kishimoto San. You answered your +own question a few moments ago. The customs +of the two countries are as wide apart as the East +is from the West. Tastes differ in manners as well +as religion. If there are things in America that do +not please you, so there are many laws in Japan that +are repugnant to Americans. You are unjust to +hold my country responsible for your woes."</p> + +<p> "But I do hold it responsible. My granddaughter +comes of its teaching. I meditate what kind of +religion it is that permits a girl to question her +elder's authority and to defy the greatest of laws, +filial piety. What manner of a country is it where +custom grants liberty to a girl that she may roam +the streets and sit in a public garden alone with a +man!"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span> This last was indeed serious. In my day and in +my town it could be done if the girl were so fortunate +as to have something that stood for a male +cousin. But neither then nor now was it permissible +in a land of man-made laws for men. Unless +it was between husband and wife, private conversation, +or a promenade just for two branded the participants +as bold, possibly evil.</p> + +<p> I asked for further details. Kishimoto San said +the young man was a minor officer on the steamer +by which his granddaughter and her mother had +crossed the Pacific. He thought he was an American. +Whenever the ship coaled in a nearby port, +the young chap communicated with the girl and +together they walked and talked.</p> + +<p> The plain facts after all sounded harmless and +innocent. What more natural than for a lonely +girl to seek for pastime the company of a youth of +her own kind? But it could not be—not in Japan; +though as innocent as two baby kittens playing on +the green, it would bring shame upon the girl and +the family, which no deed of heroism would ever +erase from local history. Something must be done; +I asked Kishimoto San how I could be of assistance.</p> + +<p> "I have been consulting with myself," he re<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span>plied +in English. "Would you grant me permission +to send her to you daily as a student? Besides +her strange ways, she talks in strange English. +I cannot find the same in any conversation +book. Her whole being has need of reconstruction."</p> + +<p> I was not in the reconstructing business, but a +young girl in the house meant youth and diversion +and a private pupil meant extra pay. What a little +extra money wouldn't do in my house wasn't +worth adding up. In thought I repaired the roof +and bought new legs for the kitchen stove.</p> + +<p> My visitor, mistaking my silence for hesitation, +suggested, "First come and see her. Analyze her +conduct and grant me decision whether she is a +natural, free-born American citizen, as she boasts, +or if the gods have cursed her with a bold spirit. +She is of your country, your religion, if any, and +perhaps you can understand her. I fail to comprehend."</p> + +<p> He folded his arms for emphasis. The gleam of +the western sun caught the sheen of his silk kimono +and covered him with a glow. From under bent +brows he gazed at the scene before him.</p> + +<p> Earth and sky and sea breathed beauty. The +evening song of the birds was of love. The spirit +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span>of the fading day whispered peace, but unheeding +he sat in troubled silence. Then from the street +far below came the shout of a boy at play. It was +a voice full of the gladness of youth. In it was a +challenge of daring and courage. Loudly he called +to his troop of play soldiers to charge splendidly, +to fight with the glorious <i>Yamato Damashi</i> (spirit +of Japan).</p> + +<p> Kishimoto San heard and with a quick movement +raised his head as though he had felt a blow. +"Ah," he murmured to himself, "if it had only +been a boy!"</p> + +<p> There was the secret wound that was ever sore +and bleeding. There was no son to perpetuate the +name. His most vital hope was dead, his greatest +desire crushed, and by a creature out of the West, +who not only stole his daughter but fathered this +girl whom no true Japanese would want as a wife. +To a man of Kishimoto San's traditions the hurt +was deep and cruel.</p> + +<p> I well understood his sorrow and disappointment. +Pity put all my annoyance to flight. I promised to +go to his house and see if I could help in any way. +I did not tell him that I was about as familiar with +young girls from my home land as I was with young +eagles, for the undaunted spirit of that child had +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span>aroused all my love of adventure; and I wanted to +see her. Then, too, I was haunted by the picture +of a lonely girl in a strange land, crying out +in the night for her dead father.</p> + +<p> I was trembling with new emotion that evening +when I brought my invalid in from the garden, and +tucked her into bed.</p> + +<p> Kishimoto San had not only offered me a tremendous +experience, but all unwittingly he made it +easily possible for me to defy the tradition of his +picture language, and risk Jane Gray as a permanent +fireside companion.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></p> +<h2><a name="III" id="III"></a>III</h2> + +<h3>ZURA</h3> + + +<p> Just below "The House of the Misty Star," in +an old temple, a priest played a merry tattoo +on a mighty gong early every morning. First one +stroke and a pause, then two strokes and a pause, +followed by so many strokes without pause that +the sounds merged into one deep mellow tone reaching +from temple to distant hills. It was, so to speak, +the rising bell for the deities in that district and +announced to them the beginning of their day of +business.</p> + +<p> In years gone by the echo of the music had +stirred me only to a drowsy thankfulness that I +was no goddess, happy as I turned for a longer +sleep. The morning after Kishimoto San's visit, +long before any sound disturbed the sleeping gods, +from my window I watched the Great Dipper drop +behind the crookedest old pine in the garden and +heard the story of the night-wind as it whispered +its secret to the leaves.</p> + +<p> Usually my patience was short with people who +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span>went mooning around the house at all hours of the +night when they should have been sleeping. Somehow +though, things seemed changed and changing. +Coming events were not casting shadows before +them in my home, but thrills. Formerly I had not +even a passing acquaintance with thrills. Now, +half a century behind-time, they were beginning to +burst in upon me all at once, as would a troop of +merry friends bent on giving me a surprise party, +and the things they seemed to promise kept me +awake half the night. My restlessness must have +penetrated the thin partition of my Japanese house, +for when I went out to breakfast there sat Jane +Gray, very small and pale, but as bright-eyed and +perky as a sparrow. It was her first appearance +at the morning meal.</p> + +<p> Before I could ask why she had not rested as +usual, she put a question to me. "Well, what is +it?"</p> + +<p> "What's what?" I returned.</p> + +<p> "Why," she exclaimed, "you have been up most +of the night. I wanted to ask if you were ill, but +I was counting sheep jumping over the fence, and +it made me so sleepy I mixed you up with them. +I hope it isn't the precious cod-liver babies that are +keeping you awake."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span> It was at Jane's suggestion that we had eliminated +meat from our menu and established a kind +of liquid food station for the ill-nourished offspring +of the quarry women near us.</p> + +<p> I assured Miss Gray that babies had been far +from my thoughts. Then I told her of my interview +with Kishimoto San; of how Zura Wingate +had come to her grandfather's house; of her rebellion +against things that were; and that she was to +come to me for private study. Had I not been so +excited over the elements of romance in my story, +I would have omitted telling Jane of the incident +of the girl and the youth in the park, for it had a +wonderful effect on her.</p> + +<p> Jane's sentiment was like a full molasses pitcher +that continues to drip in spite of all the lickings +you give it. At once I saw I was in for an overflow. +It was the only part of the story she took +in, and as she listened, passed into some kind of a +spell. She cuddled down into her chair and shut +her eyes like a child in the ecstasies of a fairy story. +She barely breathed enough to say, "The darlings! +and in that lovely old park! I hope it was moonlight. +Do you suppose they sat under the wistaria?"</p> + +<p> Not for a copper mine would I have hinted that +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span>through the night there had come before my mind +a picture very like that. Such a picture in the +Orient could only be labeled tragedy; the more +quickly it was blotted out from mind and reality +the better for all concerned. I spoke positively to +my companion.</p> + +<p> "Look here, Jane Gray, if it wasn't for breaking +a commandment I would call you foolish with one +syllable. Don't you know that in this country a +young man and woman walking and talking together +cannot be permitted? Neither love nor +romance is free or permissible, but they are governed +by laws which, if transgressed, will break +heart and spirit."</p> + +<p> "So I have heard," cooed Miss Gray, unimpressed +by my statements. "Wouldn't it be sweet, +though, for you and me to go about teaching these +dear Japanese people that young love will have its +freedom and make a custom of its own?"</p> + +<p> "Yes, indeed! Wouldn't it be a sweet spectacle +to see two middle-aged women, one fat and one +lean, stumping the country on a campaign for young +love—subjects in which we are versed only by +hearsay and a stray novel or so!" I said all this +and a little more.</p> + +<p> Jane went on unheeding, "That's it. We must +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span>preach love and live it till we have made convicts +of every inhabitant."</p> + +<p> Of course she meant "converts," but the kinks +in Miss Gray's tongue were as startling as the peculiar +twists in her religion.</p> + +<p> Upon her asking for more particulars I repeated +what Kishimoto San had told me. The girl's father +was an artist by profession and, as nearly as +I could judge, a rover by habit. Of late the family +had lived in a western city. I was not familiar +with the name Kishimoto San gave; he called it +"Shaal."</p> + +<p> "Oh," cried my companion, "I know. I lived +there once. It's Seattle."</p> + +<p> Occasionally there shot through Jane's mind a +real thought, as luminous as a shaft of light through +a jar of honey. I would have never guessed the +name of that city.</p> + +<p> "Then what else happened?" she continued, as +eagerly as a young girl hearing a love story.</p> + +<p> I told her it had not happened yet, and before it +did I was going to call at the house and see the +girl as I had promised and settle upon the hour she +was to come for daily lessons. Meantime Jane was +to take her nap, her milk, and her tonic without my +standing over her. In her devotion to her pro<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span>fession +she was apt to forget the small details of +eating and resting.</p> + +<p> My craving for things to happen was being fed +as fast as a rapid-firing gun in full action. I found +waiting very irksome but there was a cooking class, +a mother's meeting, two sets of composition papers +to be corrected and various household duties that +stubbornly refused to adjust themselves to my limited +time.</p> + +<p> At last, however, I was free to go and delayed +not a minute in starting on my visit.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> Kishimoto's home was lower down in the city +than mine and very near the sea. The house was +ancient and honorable. Its air of antiquity was +undisturbed by the great changes which had swept +the land in the ages it had stood. The masters had +changed from father to son, but the house was as +it had been in the beginning, and with it lived unbroken +and unshifting, the traditions and beliefs of +its founders.</p> + +<p> It was only a matter of a few minutes after passing +the lodge gates until I was ushered into the +general living-room and the center of the family +life.</p> + +<p> The master being absent, the ceremony of wel<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span>coming +to his house a strange guest was performed +by his wife.</p> + +<p> One could see at a glance that she belonged to the +old order of things when the seed of a woman's +soul seldom had a chance to sprout. She performed +her duties with the precision of a clock, with the +soft alarm wound to strike at a certain hour, then +to be set aside to tick unobtrusively on till needed +again.</p> + +<p> The seat of honor in a Japanese home is a small +alcove designated as "the Tokonoma." In this ancient +house simple decorations of a priceless scroll +and a flowering plum graced the recess. Before it +on a cushion of rich brocade I was asked to be +seated.</p> + +<p> Etiquette demanded that I hesitate and apologize +for my unworthiness as I bowed low and long.</p> + +<p> Custom insisted that my hostess urge my acceptance +as she abased herself by touching her forehead +to her hands folded upon the floor.</p> + +<p> Of course it ended by my occupying the cushion, +and I was glad for the interruption of tea and cake.</p> + +<p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 399px;"><a href="images/img051.jpg"> +<img src="images/img051th.jpg" width="399" height="382" alt="Zura Wingate advanced to my lowly seat on the floor, and listlessly put out one hand to greet me" title="Zura Wingate advanced to my lowly seat on the floor, and listlessly put out one hand to greet me" /></a> +<span class="caption">Zura Wingate advanced to my lowly seat on the floor, and listlessly put out one hand to greet me</span> +</div> + +<p> Then equal in length and formality followed the +ceremony of being introduced to Kishimoto San's +mother and widowed daughter, Mrs. Wingate. The +mother, old and withered, was made strong by her +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span>power as mother-in-law and her faith in her country +and her gods. The daughter was weak and +negative by reason of no particular faith and no +definite gods. The system by which she had been +trained did not include self-reliance nor foster individuality. +Under it many of the country's daughters +grow to beautiful womanhood because of their +gift of living their own inner lives entirely apart, +while submitting to the external one imposed by +custom.</p> + +<p> By the same system other women are made the +playthings of circumstance and the soul is ever like +a frosted flower bud.</p> + +<p> Years ago a man, attracted by the soft girlishness +and touched by the adoring deference to his +sex, bade this girl marry him without the authority +of her father. Nothing had been developed in her +to resist outside conditions. It was an unanswered +query, whether it was because of ignorance or courage, +she braved displeasure, and followed the +strange man to a strange country. Sometimes the +weakness of Japanese women is their greatest +strength. This woman knew how to obey. In her +way she had learned to love, but her limited capacity +for affection was consumed by wifehood. +Having married and borne a child to the man who +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span>required nothing of her, duty in life so far as she +saw it was canceled. Further effort on her part +was unnecessary until the time for her to assert her +power as mother-in-law.</p> + +<p> Even the contemplation of that happy state failed +to enthuse. Languid and a bit sad, her hold on +life was gone. The blight had come. On her frail +beauty was stamped the sign of the white plague. +She greeted me in very broken English, then left +the chief duty of entertaining to the mother. The +stilted conversation was after the prescribed form +and my eagerness to see Zura, whom custom forbade +my asking for, was, I dare say, ill concealed.</p> + +<p> When I first entered, the farther parts of the +large room were veiled in the shadow of the late +afternoon. But when Mrs. Kishimoto called, +"Zura, come!" a stream of sunlight, as though +waiting for the proper time, danced into one corner +and rested on the figure of a young girl, sitting +awkwardly on her feet, reading.</p> + +<p> Her response to her grandmother's command was +none too eager; but as she came forward the brilliant +light revealed in coloring of hair and dress as +many shades of brown as could be found in a pile +of autumn leaves. In the round eyes, deep set in +a face sprinkled with freckles, in the impertinent +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span>tilt of the nose, there was no trace of the Orient; +but the high arch of the dark brows betrayed her +Japanese origin.</p> + +<p> The girl's costume was more remarkable than the +girl herself; it was like a velvet pillow slip with +neither beginning nor end. It was low in the neck +and had no sleeves worth mentioning. How she +got into it or out of it was a problem that distracted +me half the night, when I was trying to plan for her +soul's salvation. I could not hide my amazement +at her appearance. She as closely resembled my +idea of an American girl as a cartoon does a miniature; +but I had seen so very few girls of my country +since my coming to Japan. I remembered hearing +Jane say that the styles now change there every +two or three years. My new skirt, I've had only +five years, has seven pleats and as many more +gores.</p> + +<p> Zura Wingate advanced to my lowly seat on the +floor and listlessly put out one hand to greet me. +The other she held behind her. It had been years +since I had shaken hands with any one. I was ill +at ease, and made more so by realizing that I did +not know what to say to this self-contained child +of my own beloved land. I made a brilliant start, +however. "Howdy. Do you like Japan?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span> The answer came with the sudden energy of a +popgun: "No." Then she sat down close to a +hibachi, her back against the wall.</p> + +<p> I went on, determined to be friendly. "I am +sure you will find much of interest here. All the +beauties of Japan are not on the surface. The +loveliness of the scenery and the picturesqueness of +the people will appeal to you."</p> + +<p> The phrase was about as new as "Mary had a +little lamb," but it was all I could think to say. My +conversational powers seemed off duty.</p> + +<p> The girl scented my confusion and a half-smile +crept around her lips.</p> + +<p> "Country's all right," she answered. "But the +natives are like punk imitations of a vaudeville +poster; they're the extension of the limit."</p> + +<p> Her words, although English, were as incomprehensible +to me as if I had never heard the language, +but her scorn was unmistakable. As if to +emphasize it, the hand she had persistently held behind +her was thrust forward toward the burning +coals in the hibachi. Her fingers held a half burnt +cigarette. This she lighted, and without embarrassment +or enjoyment began to smoke.</p> + +<p> An American girl smoking! I was shocked, but +I held tight.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span> "Do you smoke much?" I asked, for the want +of something better to say.</p> + +<p> "Never smoked before. But my august, heaven-born +grandfather, who to my mind is descended +direct from the devil, wishes me to adopt the customs +of his country. Thought I'd start with this."</p> + +<p> "But," I reminded her, "it is not the custom in +this country for young girls to smoke."</p> + +<p> "Oh, isn't it?"—indifferently—"it doesn't +matter. Had to begin on something or—die."</p> + +<p> The spasm of pain which swept the girl's face +stirred within me a memory long forgotten.</p> + +<p> Once, when my own starved youth had wearied +and clamored anew for an outlet, I had determined +on a reckless adventure. From corn-shucks and +dried grass I made a cigar which I tried to smoke. +It gave me the most miserable penitent hour I have +ever known. The picture of the child of long ago +hiding in the corn crib until recovery was possible +caused me now to shake with laughter.</p> + +<p> The fire in Zura's eyes began to burn. "Think +it's funny? I don't. Have one." She flung a +package of cigarettes in my lap.</p> + +<p> Ignoring the impertinence of her speech and act +I hastened to explain the cause of my amusement. +I told her of my desolate childhood, of the quiet +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span>village in which my uneventful girlhood was passed, +where the most exciting thing that ever happened +was a funeral about once in four years.</p> + +<p> When I finished she showed the first signs of +friendliness as she exclaimed, "Heavens! Didn't +you have any 'movies,' any chums, any boys to +treat you now and then to a sundae?"</p> + +<p> Kishimoto San certainly stated a fact. Her English +was strange. I was sure the words were not +in my dictionary. But I would not appear stupid +before this child who had no business to know more +than I did. So I looked a little stern and said that +my Sundays never seemed a treat; they were no +different from week-days. If the other things she +talked about were in a circus, I had never been to +one to hear them.</p> + +<p> At this such a peal of laughter went up from the +girl as I dare say at no time had ever played about +the ancient beams. The maid, just entering with +hot tea, stood as if stunned. The old grandmother +sat like a statue of age with hand uplifted, protesting +against any expression of youth and its joys.</p> + +<p> Mrs. Wingate pushed aside the paper doors, gently +chiding, "Zura, yo' naughty ve'y bad."</p> + +<p> But the reproof was as meaningless as the babbling +of a baby. Neither disapproval nor black +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span>looks availed; unchecked the merriment went on until +exhausted by its own violence. I knew she was +laughing at me, but what mattered? To her I was a +comical old figure in a strange museum. To me +she stood for all I had lost of girlhood rights and +I wanted her for my friend. Her laughter went +through me like a draft of wine. The echo swept +a long silent chord, and the tune it played was the +jig-time of youth.</p> + +<p> When Zura caught her breath and explained the +meaning of her words, it disclosed to me a phase +of life of which I had never dreamed. Pictures +that moved and talked while you looked, public +halls for dancing, and boys meeting young girls +alone after dark to "treat" them! The child spoke +of it all easily and as a matter of course. I knew +more than I wanted of the dark side of Oriental +life, but I had been so long accustomed to idealizing +my own country and all its ways that her talk was +to me like an unkind story about a dear friend.</p> + +<p> But happy to find a listener who was interested in +things familiar to her—Zura chattered away, of +her friends and her pleasures, and though many of +her words were in an unknown tongue, the picture +she unconsciously drew of herself was as clear as +transparency. It was an unguided, undisciplined +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span>life, big with possibilities for love or hate that even +now was wavering in the balance for good or bad.</p> + +<p> Once again the afternoon sun fell upon the girl. +It touched her face, tender of contour and coloring. +It found her hair and made of it a crown +of bronze and gold. For a moment it lingered, +then climbing, lighted up a yellow parchment hanging +on the wall just above.</p> + +<p> Through its aged dim characters I read an edict +issued in the days of long ago, banishing from the +land of fair Nippon all Christians and Christianity. +It threatened with relentless torture any attempt to +promulgate the faith, and contained an order for all +citizens to appear in the public place on a certain +day for adherents of the new religion to recant, by +stamping on the Cross.</p> + +<p> As the girl talked on, she revealed a life strangely +inconsistent in a land which to me stood for all +that was highest and most beautiful. A curious +thought came to me. I wondered if the man who +framed that edict had a vision of what foreign +teachings might bring in its trail? Possibly some +presentiment haunted him of the great danger that +would come to his people through contact with a +country leagues removed in customs and beliefs. +Neither crucifixion nor torture had availed to keep +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span>out the new religion. With it came wisdom and +great reforms. Misinterpretation too, had followed. +Old laws were shattered, and this girl, Zura Wingate +was a product of a new order of things, the +result of broken traditions, a daughter of two countries, +a representative of neither.</p> + +<p> Zura's conversation was mainly of her amusements +and diversions.</p> + +<p> "But how did you manage so many pleasures +while you were attending school?" I inquired.</p> + +<p> "School?" she echoed. "Oh! that never bothered +me. I had a system at school; it worked fine. +The days I felt like going, I crammed hard and +broke the average record. I also accumulated a +beautiful headache. This earned me a holiday and +an excursion for my health."</p> + +<p> It was hard for me to understand a girl who deliberately +planned to miss school, but I was taking +a whole course in one afternoon. Carefully I approached +the object of my visit. "Well, of course +you desire to further pursue your studies in English, +even though your home is to be in Japan. I +came this afternoon to ask—do you not think it +would be pleasant if you came to my house every +day for a little study—just to keep in practice?"</p> + +<p> The girl's lips framed a red circle as she drew +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span>out a long "Oh-h-h! I see! The mighty honorable +Boss has been laying plans, has he? Well, I +think it would be perfectly grand—N-I-T—which +in plain American spells 'I will not do it.'"</p> + +<p> Imagine a young girl telling one of her elders +right to her face, she would not do it. I never heard +of such a thing. For a moment I was torn between +a desire to administer a stern reproof and leave her, +and a great yearning to stand by and with love and +sympathy to try to soften the only fate which could +be in store for such as she.</p> + +<p> We took each other's measure and she, pretty and +saucy as a gay young robin, went on fearlessly:</p> + +<p> "I'm an American to the backbone; I'm not +going to be Japanese, or any kin to them. As long +as I have to stay I'm going to pursue the heavenly +scenery around here and put it on paper. Between +pictures I'm going to have a good time—all I +want to. Thank you for your invitation, but I +have other engagements."</p> + +<p> A wilful girl in a Japanese home! My disapproval +fled. Soon enough life would administer +reproof and stretch out a rough hand to stay her +eagerness. I need add nothing.</p> + +<p> A little depressed at losing her as a pupil and +knowing that her defiance could only bring sorrow, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span>I asked her gently, "Do you love good times?"</p> + +<p> "Do I? Well, just wait till I get started. See +if the slant eyes of the inhabitants will not have +another angle before I get through. They need a +few lessons on the rights of girls."</p> + +<p> Neither Zura's home nor her parents seemed to +have any part in her life. She told of a prank +played at midnight one Hallowe'en.</p> + +<p> "But," I asked, "did your mother permit you to +be out at such an hour?"</p> + +<p> "My mother!" she repeated with a light laugh. +"My mother is nothing but a baby. She neither +cared nor knew where I was or what I did."</p> + +<p> "What about your father?" I ventured. "I understand +you and he were great friends."</p> + +<p> If I had struck the girl, the effect could not have +been more certain. She arose quickly, her face +aquiver with pain; she threw her hands forward as +if in appeal to some unseen figure; then she moaned, +"Oh! Daddy!" and she was gone.</p> + +<p> Like the stupid old meddler I was, I tore the +wound afresh. I exposed the bruised place in the +girl's life, but my blunder brought to light unsuspected +depths.</p> + +<p> It was all so sudden that I was speechless and +stared blankly at the mother, who looked helpless +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span>and bewildered. The two grandmothers had taken +no part nor interest in the scene. Their faces expressed +nothing. To them the girl was as incomprehensible +as any jungle savage. To me she was +like some wild, free bird, caught in a net, old, but +very strong, for its meshes were made from a relentless +law.</p> + +<p> I made my adieu with what grace I could and +left.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> On my way home I met Kishimoto San. Omitting +details, I told him Zura declined to come to +my house for lessons.</p> + +<p> "So! My granddaughter announced she will +not? I shall give her a command to obey."</p> + +<p> I suggested that the girl needed time for adjustment +and that he needed much patience.</p> + +<p> "Patience! With a girl?" he replied. "Ah. +madam, you utter great demands of my dignity! +It is like requesting me to smile sweetly when grasping +the fruit of a chestnut tree which wears a prickly +overcoat. But I thank your great kindness for honoring +my house and my family. <i>Sayonara</i>."</p> + +<p> Deep thought held me fast as I passed through +the cheerful, busy streets and up the long flight of +steps that led from the highway to my home. I +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span>was too occupied mentally to pay much attention to +Jane's unnumbered questions regarding my visit. +Anyhow, my association with Jane had led me to +discover she could talk for a very long while, and +never get anywhere, not even to an end.</p> + +<p> That night she talked herself to sleep about girls +and poetry and beaux, which as far as I could see +had nothing to do with the matter.</p> + +<p> Had Jane been a mind reader, long ere the night +had gone, she could have found strange things in +my brain.</p> + +<p> Hours afterwards I sat on my balcony that overhung +the soft lapping waters below, still deeply +thinking. Often at the end of the day's toil I +sought this retreat and refreshed my soul in the +incomparable beauty of the view.</p> + +<p> In that hour the tender spirit of night folded me +about. Out of the mystery of the vast blue I heard +faintly a new message, potent with promise, charged +with possibilities. The earth was wrapped in a robe +of gray, made of mist and illusion, and its every +sound was hushed by the lullaby of the night-wind. +Dim, silent mountains clustered about the silver +waters, as great watchmen guarding a precious +jewel.</p> + +<p> Toward me across the moon-misted sea came a +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span>procession of ghostly sails. Every ship seemed to +bear troops of white-robed maidens and, as they +floated past, they gaily waved their hands to me, +calling for comradeship and understanding, a wide-open +heart, freedom to love.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></p> +<h2><a name="IV" id="IV"></a>IV</h2> + +<h3>JANE GRAY BRINGS HOME A MAN</h3> + + +<p> During the weeks following my visit I had +good reason to believe that Kishimoto San's +power to command was not in working order. Zura +failed to put in an appearance for her lessons, nor +did any message come from the ancient house by +the sea to explain the delay.</p> + +<p> I could only guess how things stood between the +grandfather and the alien child.</p> + +<p> Every minute of my day was filled with classes, +demands and sick babies, but between duties and +when Jane was elsewhere I snatched time to inspect +eagerly every visitor who clicked a sandal or shoe-heel +on the rough stones of my crooked front path. +I kept up the vigil for my desired pupil until I +heard one of my adoring housemaids confide to the +other that she had "the great grief to relate Jenkins +Sensie was getting little illness in her head. She +condescended to respond to the honorable knock at +her door—and she a great teacher lady!"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span> After this I transferred my observations to the +crescent-shaped window at one end of my study. +This ornamental opening in the wall commanded +a full view of the main highway of Hijiyama. +Through it I could look down far below upon the +street life which was a panorama quietly intense, +but gay and hopeful. The moving throng resembled +a great bouquet swayed by a friendly breeze, +so bright in coloring with the flower-sellers, white-garbed +jinricksha men, vegetable vendors, and troops +of butterfly children that any tone of softer hue +attracted immediate attention.</p> + +<p> This led me to a discovery one day when I caught +sight of a dark-brown velvet dress, and I knew that +my promised pupil was inside it. Her shining hair +made me sure, and I guessed that the young man +with whom she walked was the ship's officer. The +sight troubled me; but interference except by invitation +was not my part. I could do nothing but +wait.</p> + +<p> However, so unusual a creature as Zura Wingate +could neither escape notice nor outspoken comment +in a conservative, etiquette-bound old town +like Hijiyama. Through my pupils, most of them +boys and eager to practise their English, I heard +of many startling things she did. They talked of +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span>her fearlessness; with what skill she could trim a +sail; how she had raced with the crack oarsman +of the Naval College; and how the aforesaid cadet +was now in disgrace because he had condescended +to compete with a girl. Much of the talk was of +the girl's wonderful talent in putting on paper Japanese +women and babies in a way so true that +Chinda, a withered old man in whom the love of +art was the only sign of life, said, "Except for her +foreign blood the child would be a gift of the gods." +I had dwelt too long in the Orient, though, to hear +with much peace of mind the girl's name so freely +used and I discouraged the talk.</p> + +<p> Even if I had thought it best to do so, there was +no chance for a repetition of my visit to Kishimoto +San's house. The demands upon my time and my +resources were heavier than ever before. The winter +had been bitterly cold. As the thermometer went +down and somebody cornered the supply of sweet +potatoes, the price of rice soared till there seemed +nothing left to sustain the working people except +the scent of the early plum flowers that flourished +in the poorer districts. Sheltered by a great mountain +from the keen winds, they thrust their pink +blossoms through the covering of snow and cheered +the beauty-loving people to much silent endurance. +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span>The plum tree was almost an object of worship in +this part of the Empire. It stood for bravery and +loyalty in the face of disaster, but as one tottering +old woman put it, as she went down on her knees +begging food for her grandbabies, "The Ume Ke +makes me suffer great shame for my weakness. It +gives joy to weary eyes, courage to fainting heart, +but no food for babies." In the outlying districts +many children on their way to school fainted for +want of food; hospitals were full of the half-starved; +police stations were crowded with the desperate; +and temples were packed with petitioners +beseeching the gods.</p> + +<p> It was near the holidays. My pupil teachers and +helpers worked extra hours and pinched from their +scant savings that those they could reach might not +have a hungry Christmas. They put together the +price of their gifts to each other and bought rice. +In gay little groups they went from door to door +and gathered up twenty feeble old women, brought +them to my house and feasted them to the utmost.</p> + +<p> Hardly a day passed without some new and unusual +demand, until learning to stand up and sit +down at the same time was almost a necessity.</p> + +<p> Had my own life lacked absorbing interest, Jane +Gray's activities would have furnished an inex<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span>haustible +supply. As she grew stronger and could +come and go at her pleasure, her unexpectedness +upset my systematic household to the point of confusion. +She supplied untold excitement to Pine +Tree and Maple Leaf, the two serving maids earning +an education by service, and drove old Ishi the +gardener to tearful protest. "Miss Jaygray dangerful +girl. She boldly confisteal a dimension of +flower house and request strange demons to roost +on premises."</p> + +<p> This all came about because my fireside companion +was a born collector. Not of any reasonable +thing like stamps or butterflies, but of stray animals +and wandering humans. Her affections embraced +every created thing that came out of the +ark, including all the descendants of Mr. and Mrs. +Noah. A choice spot in my beloved garden, which +was also Ishi's heaven, housed a family of weather-beaten +world-weary cats, three chattering monkeys, +that made love to Jane and hideous faces at everybody +else, a parrakeet and a blind pup. If the collection +fell short in quality, it abounded in variety. +On one occasion she brought home two ragged and +hungry American sailors, and it required military +tactics to piece out the "left-over" lunch for them. +Another time she shared her room with a poor crea<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span>ture +who had been a pretty woman, now seeking +shelter till her transportation could be secured.</p> + +<p> Late one snowy night Jane came stumbling in +weighted with an extra bundle. Tenderly unwrapping +the covering she disclosed a half-starved baby. +That day she had gone to a distant part of the city +to assist in organizing a soup kitchen, and a Bible +class. On her way home she heard a feeble cry +coming from a ditch. She located a bundle of rags, +and found a bit of discarded humanity.</p> + +<p> "Isn't it sweet?" murmured the little missionary +as she laid the weakling before the fire and fed +it barley water with an ink dropper. "I'm going +to keep it for my very own. I've always wanted +one," she announced joyfully.</p> + +<p> "Well, you just won't do anything of the kind," +was my firm conclusion. I had no wish to be unkind, +but repression was the only course left. I +loved children, as I loved flowers, but it was impossible +to inflate another figure for expense.</p> + +<p> "It's all we can do to support that menagerie in +the garden without starting an orphan asylum. Babies, +as well as cats and dogs, cost money."</p> + +<p> "Yes, yes, I know, Miss Jenkins," replied my +companion eagerly, her face bright with some inner +sunbeam of hope, "but wait till I tell you of a +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span>darling plan. The other day I saw the nicest sign +over a door. It said 'Moderated and modified +milk for babies and small animals.' It's tin, the +milk I mean, and that is what I am going to feed +them on. It's so filling."</p> + +<p> "Beautifully simple, and tin milk must be so +nourishing, is it not?" I snapped, ruffled by Miss +Gray's never-defeated hopefulness. "Of course +the kind gentleman who keeps this magic food, +stands at the door and hands it out by the bucketful."</p> + +<p> That was before I learned that sarcasm could no +more pierce Jane's optimism, than a hair would cut +a diamond.</p> + +<p> "No," she answered sweetly, "he sits on the +floor, and takes cans from a box. He gets money +for it, but I am going to make a grand bargain with +him. I am going to trade him a package of tracts +and that cunning parrakeet for milk."</p> + +<p> "How do you know he wants parrots or tracts?" +I said.</p> + +<p> "Oh, yes, he does. I talked to him. He showed +me a faded old tract he had been reading every day +for twenty years. Now his eyes are failing. He +can get his customers to read a new one to him. +He wants the bird for a spot of color as it grows +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span>darker. Please, dear Miss Jenkins, let me keep +the baby!"</p> + +<p> Of course I was weak enough to give in. Jane +made her bargain and for a month the little stray +stayed with us. Then one glorious dawn the tiny +creature smiled as only a baby can, and gave up +the struggle. In a corner of the garden, where the +pigeons are ever cooing, we made a small mound.</p> + +<p> To this good day Ishi declares the children's god +Jizo comes every night to take the child away, but +cannot because it lies in a Christian grave, and +that is why he keeps the spot smothered in flowers.</p> + +<p> Not in the least discouraged by death or desertion +of her protégés, Jane Gray continued to bring things +home, and one day she burst into the room calling, +"Oh, Jenkins San! Come quick! See what I have +found."</p> + +<p> Her find proved to be a youthful American about +twenty-four, whom she introduced as Page Hanaford.</p> + +<p> From the moment the tall young man stood before +me, hat in hand, a wistful something in his +gray eyes, I had to crush a sudden desire to lay my +hand on his shoulder and call him son. It would +have been against my principles to be so outspokenly +sentimental, but his light hair waved back from a +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span>boyish face pallid with illness and the playful curve +of his mouth touched me. If I had been Jane Gray +I should have cried over him. From the forced +smile to the button hanging loose on his vest there +was a silent appeal. All the mother in me was +aroused and mentally I had to give myself a good +slap to meet the situation with dignity.</p> + +<p> I asked the young man to come into the sitting-room +and we soon heard the story he had to tell.</p> + +<p> He said his home had been in Texas. His father, +an oil operator and supposed to be very rich, +died a bankrupt. He was the only member of the +family left, and he had recently started to the Far +East to begin making his fortune. By chance he +had drifted into Hijiyama. He understood there +was a demand for teachers here. He was quite +sure he could teach; but he would have to go slow +at first, for he was just recovering from a slight +illness.</p> + +<p> "Have you been ill a long time?" I asked, striving +to keep my fast rising sympathy in hand.</p> + +<p> "Y-es; no," was the uncertain reply. "You see, +I don't quite remember. Time seems to have run +away from me."</p> + +<p> "Were you ill before you left America, or after +you sailed?" I inquired with increasing interest.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span> The boy paled, flushed, then stammered out his +answer. "I—I—I'm sorry, but really I can't +tell you. The beastly thing seems to have left me +a bit hazy."</p> + +<p> A bit hazy indeed! It was as plain as the marks +of his severe illness that he was evading my question. +His hands trembled so he could hardly hold +the cup of tea I gave him, so I pursued my inquiries +no further. As I was hostess to my guests, whoever +they might be, I asked neither for credentials +nor the right to judge them, for their temptations +had not been mine.</p> + +<p> After a long pause he slowly tried again to tell +his story. "I was seeking employment when Miss +Gray found me. My! but I was glad to see some +one who seemed like home. The way she walked +right up to me and said, 'Why, howdy do. I'm +glad to see you. Now come right up to the "Misty +Star" with me,' I tell you it made my heart thump. +Didn't know whether the Misty Star was a balloon +or a planet; didn't care much. Miss Gray was so +kind and I was tired. Hunting a job in an unknown +language is rather discouraging."</p> + +<p> "Discouraged!" laughed Jane, poking up the fire +and arranging a big chair in which she put Mr. +Hanaford, at the same time stuffing a pillow be<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span>hind +his back. "The idea of being discouraged +when the world is full of poetry and love staring +you right in the face! Besides, there is always +hope blooming everywhere like a dield full of faisies."</p> + +<p> Our visitor's face crinkled with suppressed amusement +at the little lady's funny mixture of words +and he asked, "Are you never discouraged?"</p> + +<p> "Goodness me, no! Not now. Every time I +see a blue thought sticking its head around the corner, +I begin to sing the long meter doxology. My +music sends it flying. I can't afford to be discouraged. +You see, I'm pledged to help a lot of unfortunate +friends. I haven't a cent of money and +every time I let the teeniest little discouragement +show its face, it would surely knock a plank out of +the hospital I'm going to build for them."</p> + +<p> "Build a hospital without money?" said he. +"If you are that kind of a magician, perhaps you +can tell me where I can find so many students that +riches will pour in upon me?"</p> + +<p> "Yes, indeed, I can," assented Miss Gray generously. +"The pupils are sure, if the pay isn't. +Miss Jenkins can find you a barrelful."</p> + +<p> The young man turned to me. "A baker's +dozen would do to start with. Would you be so +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span>kind? I need them very much. I must have +work."</p> + +<p> His manner was so earnest and appealing, his +need so evident that I was ready to turn over to +him every student on my list, if that were the thing +necessary to enable him to earn a living and get +a new grip on life. There were more than enough +pupils to go around, and I was glad to put away +my work and give the afternoon to planning for a +place in which to house Mr. Hanaford and his +going-to-be-pupils.</p> + +<p> Our guest entered into all our suggestions eagerly. +The environment of our simple home, the ministrations +of motherly hands touched hidden chords. +He did not hide his enjoyment, but talked well and +entertainingly of everything—except himself. At +times he was boyishly gay; then, seemingly without +cause, the expectant look of his eyes would fade +into one of bewildered confusion and he would sit +in silence. I hoped it was the effect of his illness.</p> + +<p> Jane was happier over this last addition to her +collection than any previous specimen.</p> + +<p> When at last he rose reluctantly and said he must +be going, she anxiously inquired if he would be +sure to come back to-morrow and the day after.</p> + +<p> "Why, dear lady, you are very kind! Sure +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span>there will be no risk of wearing out a welcome? +And I have no letter of introduction."</p> + +<p> "You can't even dent the welcome at Miss Jenkins's +house. It has been forged with kindness +and polished with love, and we wouldn't have time +to read a letter of introduction if you had one. +Please come right away."</p> + +<p> Our visitor stood voicing his thanks and bidding +us adieu when the tuneful gong at the front door +was struck by no uncertain hand.</p> + +<p> The setting sun wrapped "The House of the +Misty Star" in a veil of purple, shot with pink. +The subdued radiance crept into the room and covered +its shabbiness with a soft glory, the paper door +slid open and, framed in the tender twilight, stood +Zura Wingate.</p> + +<p> "I've come—" she began, then stopped.</p> + +<p> The unfinished speech still parting her lips, with +hair wind-blown and face aglow, she gazed in surprise +at Page Hanaford, and he, bending slightly +forward, gazed back at the girl, who radiated youth +and all its glorious freedom in every movement.</p> + +<p> The silence was brief, but intense. Then Jane +Gray gave vent to a long ecstatic "Oh-h-h-h!" I +made haste to welcome and introduce Zura.</p> + +<p> "I can't stop," she said when I offered her a +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span>chair and refreshment; and she added rather +breathlessly: "I started for this house at noon; +side-tracked and went sailing. Just come to say +thank you very much, but I don't care for any lessons +in English or manners, and I won't have any +kind old grandpa interfering with my affairs. Now +I must hustle. If I don't, there'll be an uprising +of my ancestors. Good-by."</p> + +<p> She went as suddenly as she had come. It was +as though a wild sea-bird had swept through the +room, leaving us startled, but refreshed.</p> + +<p> From the shadows near the door came Page +Hanaford's half-humorous query, "Do these visions +have a habit of appearing in your doorway, Miss +Jenkins, or how much of what I saw was real?"</p> + +<p> "Zura Wingate is the realest girl I know, Mr. +Hanaford." He listened intently to the short history +of the girl I gave him, made no comment, asked +no questions, but said good-night very gently and +went out into the dusk.</p> + +<p> Jane stood looking into the fire. Tightly clasping +her hands across her thin chest and closing her +eyes, she murmured delightedly, "Oh, the sweet +darlings!"</p> + +<p> I did not ask whether she referred to our late +visitors or something in her menagerie.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span> I was in a whirl of thought myself. I had lost +a pupil; my purse was leaner than ever, my responsibilities +heavier; yet intangible joys were storming +my old heart, and it was athrill with visions of +youth and hope and love, although I saw them +through windows doubly barred and locked.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></p> +<h2><a name="V" id="V"></a>V</h2> + +<h3>A CALL AND AN INVITATION</h3> + + +<p> The weeks that followed were happy ones in +"The House of the Misty Star." Page +Hanaford dropped in frequently after supper, and +my liking for the boy grew stronger with each visit. +His good breeding and gentle rearing were as innate +as the brightness of his eyes; and no less evident +was his sore need of companionship, though +when he talked it was on diversified subjects, never +personal ones. If the time between visits were +longer than I thought it should be, I invented excuses +and sent for him. I asked little favors of +him which necessitated his coming to my house; +then I asked more, which kept him.</p> + +<p> Thus it was that many delightful hours were spent +in the cozy, cheerful living-room of the little house +perched high upon the hill. In one shadowy corner +Jane Gray usually sat, busy with her endless +knitting of bibs for babies. Close beside her the +maids, Pine Tree and Maple Leaf, looked up from +their seats upon the floor, intent on every move<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span>ment +of her flying fingers that they too might +quickly learn and help to "bib" the small citizens +of their country.</p> + +<p> From my place on one side of the reading lamp +I could look, unobserved, at Page Hanaford on the +other side, as he sat in the deep chair and stretched +his long limbs toward the glowing grate stove, while +he read to us tales of travel and fiction. Jane said +they were as delightful as his voice. I was often +too busy studying the boy to give much heed to his +reading, but when he spoke it was a different matter.</p> + +<p> His familiarity with the remote places of the +world, centers of commerce, and the names of men +high in affairs, made me wonder and wonder again +what had led him to choose for advance in fortune +this Buddhist stronghold of moats and medieval +castles, so limited in possibilities, so far from contact +with foreign things. The teaching of English, +as I had good reason to know, yielded many a +hearty laugh, but a scant living. There was no +other opening here for Europeans.</p> + +<p> Every time I saw Page, the more certain I was, +not only of his ability, but of his past experience in +bigger things. The inconsistencies of his story began +to irritate me like the pricking of a pin which +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span>the presence of company forbade my removing. +However, I did not question him openly; I tried not +to do so in my heart. I found for him more +students as well as excuses to mend his clothes and +have him with us. I scolded him for taking cold, +filled him up with stews, brews, and tonics, and +with Jane as chief enthusiast—she had fallen an +easy victim—we managed to make something of +a home life for him.</p> + +<p> The boy could not hide his pleasure in our little +parties; but it was with protest that he accepted +so much waiting on and coddling. He was always +deferential, but delighted in gently laughing at Jane +and telling me stories that could not happen out of +a book.</p> + +<p> Sometimes his spirits ran high and found expression +in song or a whistled tune. When there +was a sudden knock or when he was definitely +questioned, there was something in his attitude +which I would have named fear, had not every line +in his lean, muscular body contradicted the suggestion.</p> + +<p> It had not happened very often, but when it did, +a nameless something seemed to cover us, and in +passing, left a shadow which turned our happy +evenings cold and bleak.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span> It was the custom for every member of my household +to assemble in the living-room after supper +for evening prayer. Jane and I, the cook, and the +two little maids were there because we found comfort +and joy. Old Ishi, the gardener, attended because +he hoped to discover the witch that made the +music inside the baby organ. At the same time he +propitiated the foreigner's god, though he kept on +the good side of his own deities by going immediately +afterwards to offer apology and incense at the +temple.</p> + +<p> Often Page Hanaford came in at this hour and +quietly joined us.</p> + +<p> It was an incongruous group, but touching with +one accord the border of holier things, banished +differences of creed and race and cemented a bond +of friendship.</p> + +<p> One evening after the service Jane—taking the +maids and a heaped-up basket—went to answer +a prayer for daily bread she had overheard coming +from a hut that day. Page and I settled down for +a long, pleasant evening, he with his pipe and book, +I with a pile of English compositions to be corrected. +"Change" was the subject of the first one I picked +up, and I read the opening paragraph aloud: "The +seasons change from one to the other without fuss +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span>or feather and obey the laws of nature. All mens +change from one thing to other by spontaneous +combustion and obey the universal laws of God."</p> + +<p> My companion was still laughing at this remarkable +statement and I puzzling over its meaning +when Kishimoto San was announced. I found a +possible translation of the sentence in his appearance. +"Spontaneous combustion" nearly fitted the state +of mind he disclosed to me. The change in him +was startling. I had only seen the school superintendent +outside his home. In times of difficulty +when his will could not prevail, which was seldom, +he dismissed the matter at once, and found refuge +in that fatalistic word "Shikataganai" (it can't be +helped).</p> + +<p> But now his fort of stoicism was being besieged, +and the walls breached by a girl-child in his home, +who was proving a redoubtable foe to his will and +his calm, for of course the trouble was Zura. I +learned this after he had finished acknowledging +his introduction to Page. The bowing, bending, +and indrawing of breath, demanded by this ceremony, +took time. But it had to be.</p> + +<p> Then I asked after the general prosperity of his +ancestors, the health of his relatives, finally working +my way down to Zura.</p> + +<p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 399px;"><a href="images/img087.jpg"> +<img src="images/img087th.jpg" width="399" height="266" alt="The bowing, bending, and indrawing of breath" title="The bowing, bending, and indrawing of breath" /></a> +<span class="caption">The bowing, bending, and indrawing of breath</span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span> Ordinarily Kishimoto San would have scorned to +mention his affairs before a stranger, but his world +of tradition was upside down. In his haste to right +it he broke other laws of convention. Page had +withdrawn into the shadow of the window seat +after the introduction, but listened intently to the +conversation and soon caught the drift of it.</p> + +<p> From accounts the situation between Kishimoto +San and his granddaughter was not a happy one. +The passing weeks had not brought reconciliation +to them nor to the conditions. It had come almost +to open warfare. "And," declared the troubled +man, "if she does not render obedience I will reduce +her to bread and water, and subject her to a +lonely place, till she comprehends who is the master +and acknowledges filial piety."</p> + +<p> I protested that such a measure would only urge +to desperation a girl of Zura's temperament and +that, to my mind, people could not be made good +by law, but by love.</p> + +<p> The master of many women looked at me pityingly. +"Madam, would you condescend to inform +my ignorance how love is joined to obedience? +Speaks the one great book of this land written for +the guidance of women, 'The lifelong duty of +women is obedience. Seeing that it is a girl's des<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span>tiny +on reaching womanhood to go to a new home +and live in submission to her mother-in-law, it is +incumbent upon her to reverence her parents' and +elders' instruction at the peril of her life.'"</p> + +<p> "But," I remarked, "there is something like two +centuries between your granddaughter and this unreasonable +book. Its antiquated laws are as withered +as the dead needles of a pine tree. Any one +reading it would know that when old man Kaibara +wrote it he was not feeling well or had quarreled +with his cook."</p> + +<p> In most things Kishimoto San was just; in many +things he was kind. But he was as utterly devoid +of humor as a pumpkin is of champagne. Without +a flicker he went on. "Dead these sacred laws +may be in practice, but the great spirit of them must +live, else man in this land will cease to be master +in his own house; the peace of our homes will pass. +Also, does not your own holy book write plainly on +this subject of obedience of women and children?"</p> + +<p> Kishimoto San was a good fighter for what he +believed was right, and as a warrior for his cause +he had armed himself in every possible way. He +had a passable knowledge of English and an amazing +familiarity with the Scriptures. He also possessed +a knack of interpreting any phase of it to +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span>strengthen the argument from his standpoint. But +I, too, could fight for ideals; love of freedom and +the divine right of the individual were themes as +dear to me as they were hateful to Kishimoto San. +It had occurred many times before, and we always +argued in a circular process. Neither of us had +ever given in.</p> + +<p> But this night Kishimoto San gave me as a last +shot: "The confusion of your religion is, it boasts +only one God and numberless creeds. Each creed +claims superiority. This brings inharmony and +causes Christians to snap at each other like a pack +of wolves. We have many gods and only one +creed. We have knowledge and enlightenment +which finally lead to Nirvana."</p> + +<p> I could always let my friend have the last word +but one. I now asked him if he could deny the +enlightenment of which he boasted led as often to +despair as it did to Nirvana. If his knowledge +were so all-inclusive, why had it failed to suggest +some path up or down which he could peacefully +lead Zura Wingate?</p> + +<p> Before he could answer I offered him a cup of +tea, hoping it would cool him off, and asked him +to tell me his special grievance.</p> + +<p> He said it was the custom in his house for each +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span>member of the family to go before the house-shrine +and, kneeling, bow the head to the floor three times. +Zura had refused to approach the spot and, when +he insisted, instead of bowing she had looked +straight at the god and contorted her face till it +looked like an Oni (a demon). It was most dangerous. +The gods would surely avenge such disrespect.</p> + +<p> It seemed incredible that keen intelligence and +silly superstition could be such close neighbors in +the same brain, for I knew Kishimoto San to be +an honest man. He not only lived what he believed, +he insisted on others believing all that he +lived.</p> + +<p> He continued his story—the girl not only refused +to come to me for English lessons, but declined +to go for her lessons in Japanese etiquette, +necessary to fit her for her destiny as a wife. She +absented herself from the house a whole day at a +time. When she returned she said, without the +slightest shame, that she had been racing with the +naval cadets, or else had been for a picnic with the +young officer from the ship. Like a chattering +monkey she would relate what had been done or +said.</p> + +<p> At least, thought I, the girl makes no secret of +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span>her reckless doings. She is open and honest about +it. I said as much to my visitor.</p> + +<p> He was quietly savage. "Honest! Open you +name it! There is but one definition for it. Immodesty! +In a young girl that is deadlier than +impiety. It is the wild blood of her father," he +ended sadly.</p> + +<p> I could have added, "Dashed with a full measure +of grandpa's stubbornness." But I was truly sorry +for Kishimoto San. His trouble was genuine. It +was no small thing to be compelled to shoulder +a problem begun in a foreign land, complicated by +influences far removed from his understanding, +then thrust upon him for solution. He was a faithful +adherent of the old system where individuality +counted for nothing and a woman for less. To his +idea the salvation of a girl depended on her submission +to the rules laid down by his ancestors for +the women of his house. He was an ardent +Buddhist and under old conditions its teachings had +answered to his every need. But both law and +religion failed him when it came to dealing with +this child who had come to him from a free land +across the sea and whose will had the same adamant +quality as his own.</p> + +<p> While I was turning over in my mind how I +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span>should help either the girl or the man, I ventured +to change the subject by consulting Kishimoto San +upon important school matters. The effort was +useless. His mind stuck as fast to his worries as +a wooden shoe in spring mud.</p> + +<p> Not least among his vexations was the difficulty +he would have in marrying Zura off. If she failed +in filial piety and obedience to him, how could she +ever learn that most needful lesson of abandoning +herself to the direction of her mother-in-law?</p> + +<p> The picture of Zura Wingate, whose early training +had been free and unrestrained, being brought +to order by a Japanese mother-in-law was almost +too much for my gravity. It would be like a big +black beetle ordering the life of a butterfly. Not +without a struggle the conservative grandfather +acknowledged that his system had failed. For the +first time since I had known him Kishimoto San, +with genuine humility, appealed for help. "Madam, +my granddaughter is like new machineries. +The complexities of her conduct causes my mind +to suffer confusion of many strange thought. Condescend +to extend to me the help of your great +knowledge relating to girls reared with your flag +of freedom."</p> + +<p> I had always thought my ignorance on the sub<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span>ject +as deep as a cave. I would begin at once to +excavate my soul in search of that "great knowledge."</p> + +<p> I proceeded a little loftily: "Oh, Kishimoto +San, I am sure there is a way to right things. The +fault lies in the fact that Zura and you do not understand +each other. Suppose you permit her to +come to me for a little visit without study. It +would give us great pleasure and I could learn to +know her better."</p> + +<p> Pushing aside all hesitation and the apologies +that etiquette required on such occasions, greatly +relieved, he quickly accepted my invitation. "You +do my house great honor to assume the mystery of +Zura's conduct. I give you most honorable thanks."</p> + +<p> When he said good-night the look on his face +suggested that a smile might penetrate the gloom, +if he lived long enough.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> "By Jove! is that what the women of this country +have to go up against?" Page asked when the +door had closed behind Kishimoto San.</p> + +<p> "A very small part of them must do so, Mr. +Hanaford. It is not so hard for the women born +to it, as they know their fate and can accept it +from babyhood. The suffering falls upon the alien, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span>who runs afoul of their customs, especially one who +has known the delight of liberty."</p> + +<p> "Liberty!" repeated Page, gazing out of the window +on the thousands of lights below, which were +fluttering in the velvety darkness like a vast army +of fireflies. "Without it, what is life to the smallest—moth!"</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></p> +<h2><a name="VI" id="VI"></a>VI</h2> + +<h3>ZURA WINGATE'S VISIT</h3> + + +<p> These were the days I kept an eagle eye on +Jane Gray. She grew steadily stronger and +her activities resembled a hive of bees. Unless she +was carefully observed and brought to order, her +allowance of milk and part of her food went to +some child or stray beggar, waiting outside the +lodge gates.</p> + +<p> She talked incessantly and confidently of the hospital +she intended to build in the Quarters. She +had not a sen and I had less.</p> + +<p> With the grocery bill unpaid, her cheerful assurance +sometimes provoked me. "Goodness, Jane, +you haven't enough to buy even one shingle for a +hospital! To hear you talk one would think the +National Bank was at your command."</p> + +<p> "But, Miss Jenkins," she said, smiling, "we are +not going to use shingles for the roof, but straw; +and I have something stronger than a national bank. +You see, I was just born hoping. I know some of +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span>the sweetest people at home. I've written nearly +one thousand letters, telling them all about my dear +friends in the Quarters."</p> + +<p> So that's where all the stamps went that she +bought with the money I gave her for winter +clothes!</p> + +<p> I was taking Jane to task for this when a note +arrived from Zura. I had been almost sure that +my invitation would meet the same fate as the English +lessons. My fears disappeared when I opened +the missive. It read as follows:</p> + +<p>Dear Miss Jenkins:</p> + +<p> Thank you. Never did like to study in vacation, but if +it is plain visiting I'll be delighted, for I'm starving. +Have lived so long on rice and raw fish I feel like an Irish +stew. You'll surely be shocked at what I can do to ham +and eggs and hot biscuit! I'll float in about Thursday.</p> + +<p class='center'>Hungrily yours,</p> + +<p class='right'><span class="smcap">Zura Wingate</span>.</p> + +<p> When I told my companion that Zura was coming +to make us a little visit, she was preparing to +start for her work. She had just tied a bright +green veil over her hat. Failing in its mission as +trimming, the chiffon dropped forward in reckless +folds almost covering her face; it gave her a dissipated +look as she hurried about, gathering up her +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span>things, eager to be gone. But I was seeking information +and detained her. "Jane," I asked, +"what do young girls in our country like best?"</p> + +<p> "Boys and tolu," was the astonishing reply.</p> + +<p> The twinkle in her one visible eye increased to +enough for two when I said with quite a good deal +of dignity that, while I had some idea what boys +were, I knew nothing of the other article she mentioned.</p> + +<p> "Oh, don't you really know what tolu is? It's +a kind of rubber and girls like to chew it."</p> + +<p> "American girls chew! Why, the thing is impossible," +I cried, pained to have an ideal shattered.</p> + +<p> "Keep calm, Miss Jenkins, this is a different +kind of chew from the one you are thinking about. +It isn't pretty, but it won't hurt them, any more +than a peck of chocolates and, tolu or no tolu, in +all the world there isn't anything dearer than young +American girls. They are so fluffy and bossy and +sweet, and they do make the darlingest mamas."</p> + +<p> Jane waited for some comment from me. Seeing +I had none to make, she said, "Well, there aren't +any boys for Zura to play with, and no tolu this +side of San Francisco." Then, brightening with +sudden inspiration, she exclaimed, "But I tell you +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span>what: wait till I take this basket down to Omoto's +home and I'll run right back and make some bear +and tiger cookies and gingerbread Johnnies. Children +adore them."</p> + +<p> "What is the matter now down at Omoto's +house?"</p> + +<p> "Oh, nothing much. He's in jail and his wife +simply cannot work out in the field to-day. She +has a brand-new pair of the sweetest twins, and a +headache besides."</p> + +<p> Even after Jane departed I did some hard thinking +how I was to entertain so youthful a visitor as +Zura. Inside our simple home there was nothing +especially beautiful, and my companion had never +mentioned that she ever found me amusing. Outside +fore and aft there was a view which brought +rapture to all beholders and peace to many troubled +souls. I was not sure how a wild young maid +would thrive on views.</p> + +<p> From the moment Zura entered the house and I +caught sight of her face as she looked at my garden +through the glassed-in end of the sitting-room, my +fears disappeared like mist before a breeze. A bit +of her soul was in her eyes and, when she asked +for a nearer view, I put down my work and led +her through the carved gates into the ancient glory +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span>which was not only the garden of my house, but +the garden of my soul. We passed a moss-grown +shrine where a quaint old image looked out across +the lake rimmed with flaming azaleas, and on its +waters a family of long-legged cranes consulted with +each other. Our way led over a bridge with a +humped-up back and along a little path for one, +then across a bank of ferns and into the tangle of +bamboo all silvery with the sunshine.</p> + +<p> At the beginning of our walk my guest's conversation +was of the many happy nothings I suppose +most girls indulge in, but as we went farther she +had less to say. Her eyes grew wider and darker +as the beauty of the place pressed in upon her. We +found a seat arched over with a blossoming vine +and sat down for rest.</p> + +<p> Zura was quiet and, finding she avoided every +allusion to home, I drifted into telling her a bit of +the garden's history—its unknown age, the real +princes and princesses who in the long ago had +trodden its crooked paths. Legend said that so +great was their love for it their spirits refused to +abide in Nirvana and came to dwell in the depths +of the dim old garden. I told her the spot had +been my play place, my haven of rest for thirty +years, and how for want of company I had peo<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span>pled +it with lords and ladies of my fancy. Armored +knights and dark-haired dames of my imagination +had lived and laughed and loved in the shadows of +its soft beauty. Anxious to entertain and pleased +to have an audience, I opened wider the doors to +my sentimental self than I really intended. I went +from story to story till the air was filled with the +sweetness of romance and poetry. In the midst +of a wondrous love legend a noise, sudden but suppressed, +stopped me short. I looked at the girl. +She was shaking with laughter.</p> + +<p> When I asked why, she managed to gasp, "Oh, +but you're an old softy!"</p> + +<p> It was disrespectful, but it was also true and, +though I felt as if a hot wind had been blowing +on my face, there was such a note of comradeship +in her voice that it cheered me to the point of joining +in her merriment. Our laugh seemed to sweep +away many of the years that stood between us and +the old thrill of anticipation passed through me.</p> + +<p> We found many other things to talk about, for I +searched every crook and cranny of my old brain +for bits of any sort with which to interest her. The +last turn in the path leading back to the house +found us friendly and with a taste or two in common.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span> Once, seeing something near by she wanted to +sketch, she whispered to me as familiarly as if I +were the same age, "For the love of Mike! hold +my hat while I put that on paper."</p> + +<p> I had no acquaintance with "Mike" and she was +bareheaded, but so infectious was her eagerness that +I felt about twenty.</p> + +<p> What she wanted to sketch was only a small girl +in a gay kimono and a big red umbrella, but the tiny +mite made a vivid spot of color as she stood motionless +to watch a great brown moth hovering over a +bed of iris. Before I could explain that the child +was a waif temporarily housed with me, shy and +easily frightened, Zura whipped from somewhere +out of the mysteries of a tight dress a pad and pencil +and, with something like magic, the lines of the +little maid's figure and face were transferred to the +white sheet.</p> + +<p> "How Daddy would have loved her," said Zura, +softly, as she covered her work. I was silent.</p> + +<p> Later my guest and I went into the house and I +showed her my treasures. They were few, but +precious in their way: Some rare old prints, a +piece of ivory, and an old jewelry box of gold +lacquer, all from grateful pupils. Zura's appreciation +of the artistic side of her mother's country was +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span>keen. In connection with it she spoke of her father's +great gift and how he had begun teaching +her to paint when he had to tie her to a chair to +steady her and almost before her hand was big +enough to hold a brush. She referred to their close +companionship. Mother wanted to rest very often +and seldom joined them. Father and daughter +would prepare their own lunch and go for a long +day's tramping and sketching. Once they were +gone for a week and slept out under the trees. +Daddy was the jolliest chum and always let her do +as she pleased. He trusted her and never had corrected +her. Her voice was low and sweet as she +dwelt upon the memories of her father, and when +I saw her round white throat contract with the +effort for control, I found something else to talk +about.</p> + +<p> Altogether it was a smooth day and to me a very +happy one. Jane had been absent since noon. Her +occupations were unquestioned, but when she joined +us at the evening dinner it was good to see how her +tired face brightened at Zura's girlish way of telling +things.</p> + +<p> Our guest thanked Jane for the cakes. Said she +simply adored bear and tiger cookies, and as for +gingerbread Johnnies she couldn't live without +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span>them. "It was so good of you to think of me," +she told Jane.</p> + +<p> "Not at all," replied Miss Gray. "I was as +glad to make them as I am to have you with us. +Two lone women in one house are bound to get +stale. We need young sweet things about to keep +us enthusiastic and poetical."</p> + +<p> At this Zura's eyes sparkled, but the sincerity of +Jane's welcome appealed to her better part and she +suppressed a laugh.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> My house possesses one small guest-room. Without +mentioning it, I disposed of a few curios and +with the proceeds I ransacked the shops for things +suitable for girls. My morning had been spent in +arranging my purchases. It was a very sweet moment +to me when, after I had ushered in my guest, +she stood for a second taking it all in; then putting +out her hand she said, "It's like a picture and you +are very kind."</p> + +<p> Afterwards Jane Gray, looking like a trousered +ghost in her outdoor sleeping garments, crept into +my study and interrupted the work I was trying to +make up.</p> + +<p> "Oh, Miss Jenkins," she whispered mysteriously, +"I've just thought it all out—a way to make +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span>everybody happy, I mean. Wouldn't it be truly +splendid if dear Page Hanaford and Zura were to +fall in love? It's a grand idea. She has the mares +and anners of a duchess and so has he." Excitement +invariably twisted Jane's tongue.</p> + +<p> "For Heaven's sake, Jane, do you mean airs +and manners?"</p> + +<p> "Yes, that's what I said," went on Jane undisturbed. +"And oh! can you think of anything more +sweetly romantic?"</p> + +<p> I laid down my pen and asked Miss Gray to +look me straight in the eyes. Then I put the question +to her: "Will you tell me what on earth romance, +sweet or otherwise, has to do with a young +fellow struggling not only with poverty, but with +something that looks like mystery, and a wild, untamed, +wilful girl?"</p> + +<p> To which my companion replied: "But just +think what love would do to them both!"</p> + +<p> I guess the difference in Jane's sentiment and +mine is the same as between a soft-shell crab and a +hard-shell one.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></p> +<h2><a name="VII" id="VII"></a>VII</h2> + +<h3>AN INTERRUPTED DINNER</h3> + + +<p> The next two days passed happily, if a little +giddily, and Jane and I commanded every +resource to entertain our guest. Zura saw and responded +like a watch-spring suddenly released. She +found in two simple old women perfect subjects on +which to vent her long-suppressed spirits. She entered +into the activities of the household with such +amazing zest, it seemed as if we were playing +kitchen furniture. While it surprised me how one +young girl could so disturb regular working hours +and get things generally a-flutter, I could easily see +that all she needed was a chance to be herself. +That was the point that Kishimoto had to understand +and would not.</p> + +<p> "Please let me be Santa Claus this time, and give +out the cod liver oil and the milk and the bibs to +the babies," Zura begged one day when these articles +were to be distributed; "and mayn't I keep the +kiddies for just a little while to play with?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span> An hour later, attracted by much noise, I walked +out into the garden and saw Zura with a clean, but +much-patched baby on her back, one in each arm, +and a half-dozen trailing behind. The game was +"Here we go 'round the mulberry bush," sung in +English and played in Japanese.</p> + +<p> "Oh, Miss Jenkins," cried the merry leader, +"come quick. We need a bush and you will make +such a nice fat one."</p> + +<p> Before I knew what was happening I was drawn +into the mad frolic, reckless of all the work piled +up on my desk in the study. I thought maybe I +was growing feeble-minded, but the way to it was +delightful, if foolish.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> Strangely enough, during this time Page Hanaford +did not appear. We explained to Zura that +he was present the day she made her brief call.</p> + +<p> "Oh! do you mean the day I flew into the 'Misty +Star' and right out again? Yes, I remember his +outlines. Where did you find him? Looked more +like a sure-enough man than anything I've seen in +Japan."</p> + +<p> Jane monopolized the talk at breakfast that morning, +describing to Zura the good looks of Page +Hanaford and the charm of his romantic story.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span> Zura seemed more amused by Jane's manner and +the funny twist in her tongue than impressed by +her description.</p> + +<p> Miss Gray finally turned to me and urged once +again, "Do let's have him to-night. I'll get the +dinner."</p> + +<p> Zura clapped her hands and said eagerly, "Oh, +let's do! I haven't been to a party in a century. +If Miss Gray will be the 'chefess,' I'll be assistant +potato peeler. I can make the best salad. It's +called 'Salade de la Marquise de Chateaubriand'; +but it won't hurt you. It is only peanuts and cabbage. +Daddy and I used to feast on it once a +week."</p> + +<p> There was no resisting her enthusiasm, and I +sent a note to Page Hanaford asking him to come +that evening for dinner.</p> + +<p> After all there was nothing I could label a reason +why he and Zura should not meet.</p> + +<p> Domesticity was the last thing anybody would +suspect a characteristic of either Jane or Zura. Not +knowing what the result would be, I gave the cook +a holiday and turned the incongruous pair loose to +do as they pleased in kitchen and dining-room.</p> + +<p> All the afternoon I was busy with my writing, +but from time to time there penetrated through the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span>closed doors of my study sounds of swift-moving +feet and gay laughter. The old house seemed infected +with youth. Contact with it was sweet. +Some of my dreams were coming true. I found +myself repeating a long-forgotten poem as I took +up another stupid report. I even hummed a tune, +something I had not done in twenty years.</p> + +<p> Just before the dinner hour Jane and Zura came +into the living-room. Evidently their work in a +common cause put them on the friendliest terms. +They were arm in arm, and I knew by the set of +Jane's collar and the rose in her hair that young +and skilful hands had been at work. Zura's white +dress was dainty enough, but it seemed to melt into +nothing about the neck and sleeves. It must have +been brought from America, as I had seen none +like it. Nobody could deny, however, that with +her face, all aglow beneath her lustrous hair, she +was a goodly sight for young and old.</p> + +<p> "Isn't she the very sweetest thing?" asked Jane +as they approached, adding wistfully, "But I truly +wish her dear nose didn't tilt up!"</p> + +<p> Zura with stern, forbidding brows, but laughing +eyes, rebuked the wisher. "See here, Miss Jinny +Gray, that is the only nose I have, if it is sudden. +I've worked hard to coax it in the straight and +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span>narrow path. I've even slept on my face for a +week at a time." Then with swift, dramatic gestures +as the gong sounded at the entrance-door, she +whispered, "Hush! The man of mystery doth appear!"</p> + +<p> Page Hanaford came in. All our tempting tonics +and special dishes had failed to curve the angles +in the boy's face and body. He still looked ill. The +brooding sadness that frequently overshadowed his +lighter moods troubled me.</p> + +<p> When he caught sight of Zura, his alertness of +manner was pleasing and the kind of joy-look in +his eyes did me good. I guessed he was downright +glad to see something youthful hovering around the +"Misty Star." I was glad too, but the situation did +not seem to call for hurrahs and fireworks. Two +young American people meeting, shaking hands, and +courteously greeting each other was an unusual +sight to me, but after all a natural one. Page said +he had been obliged to forego the pleasure of seeing +us, as he had been very busy organizing his new +classes. He was glad to come again.</p> + +<p> We went at once to dinner. I wondered from +where the new "chefess" and her assistant "potato +peeler" had procured the materials necessary to so +pretentious a meal. Though surprised, I soon +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span>learned that Jane Gray was mistress of the art of +making something beautiful out of nothing.</p> + +<p> We sat down to the softly-lighted table. The +china was old and somewhat chipped, but on its +white background a design in tender blue just +matched the fresh larkspur used for table decorations. +With the bringing in of each dish prepared +by the new cooks the little party grew gayer and +friendlier. The quaint old dining-room had never +witnessed festivities like these. In the long ago it +served as the audience chamber of a Daimyo's +'Besso' or play place. It was here that the feudal +lord had held council of war and state. The walls +had never before echoed the laughter of joyous +youth. Now even the grotesque figures on the +carved beams seemed to awaken from a long sleep +and give back smile for smile.</p> + +<p> Pine Tree and Maple Leaf, gay in holiday dress, +usually so precise and formal, fluttered about like +distracted butterflies as they served the dinner, often +stopping to hide their faces in the long sleeves when +Zura honored them with side remarks for, of course, +she was the source of all the merriment, the life of +the party. She also reduced Jane to a state of +helpless laughter. I felt the years dropping away +from me, and the face of the boy whom I had +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span>learned to love was less strained and brighter than +I had ever seen it. He said little at first, but his +eyes smiled, and he listened eagerly to all Zura's +chatter and seemed to be hearing once again of +joys dreamed of and a world lost to him.</p> + +<p> I knew myself growing happier every minute. +The after-dinner coffee was not necessary to make, +somewhere near my heart, little thrills jump up and +down, like corn in a hot popper. I was getting +what my soul craved—companionship, contact with +life, and a glimpse into the doings of youth's magic +years.</p> + +<p> We soon returned to the living-room. Page prepared +to smoke, and we settled down to a friendly, +intimate time.</p> + +<p> The talk turned to school. Jane had been telling +of a Japanese woman, who, handicapped by the loss +of an arm, and no longer being useful in field work, +trudged every morning eight miles to school where +she could learn sewing so as to help husband and +babies.</p> + +<p> "Well!" remarked Zura doubtingly. "I can't +sew with two hands, and my tongue thrown in. I +do not see how she manipulates anything so contrary +as a needle, single-fisted."</p> + +<p> "Oh! my dear," said Jane, "you can believe with +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span>one hand just as hard as you can with two. It's +hoping with all your might, while one is doing, +that makes our dreams come true. I'm afraid you +never really loved school."</p> + +<p> "Oh, yes, I did in spots," she said. "Especially +if there were a fight on—I mean—a contest. I +could bear with cheerful resignation all the V.P's., +the B.B's., and chilly zeros they tagged on to my +deportment, but I would have worked myself into +a family skeleton, before I would permit another +girl to outclass me in a test exam! I could forgive +the intellectual her sunset hair, but her Grecian nose—never!"</p> + +<p> The methods employed by the two contestants as +related by Zura had called forth my unqualified sympathy +for the teacher when once again the gong on +my front-door rang out and a voice was heard asking +for Miss Wingate.</p> + +<p> Zura jumped up from her seat and greeted the +visitor with frank delight. "Oh!" she said, "it's +Pinkey Chalmers! Who'd believe it! Hello, +Pinkey! My! but it is good to see somebody from +home."</p> + +<p> There was ushered into the room a well nourished +looking chap, who greeted Zura by her first +name familiarly. I did not need to be told that +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span>he was the young man with whom she had been +seen on the highway. He was introduced to me +as Mr. Tom Chalmers; I was told he had earned his +nickname, "Pinkey," by contracting the pink-shirt +habit.</p> + +<p> The youth was carelessly courteous and very sure +of himself. My impression was that he had seen +too much of the world and not enough of his +mother. He declined my invitation to dine, saying +he had had late tea before he left the ship which +was coaling in a nearby port.</p> + +<p> "I started early," he went on, "but maybe you +think I didn't have a great old time finding this +place. You said in your note, Zura, it was the +'Misty Star' at the top of the hill. Before I +reached here I thought it must be the last stopping-place +in the Milky Way. Climbing up those steps +was something awful."</p> + +<p> Mr. Chalmers mopped his rosy brow, but later +conversation proved his sensitiveness to feminine +beauty quite overbalanced his physical exhaustion, +as on the way many pretty girls peeped out from +behind paper doors.</p> + +<p> Page kept in the background, plainly arranging a +mode of escape. He soon excused himself on the +plea of work, saying as he left, "I'll drop in some +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span>time to-morrow for the book. You'll find it by +then."</p> + +<p> With the look of a disappointed child on her face, +Jane called to her little attendants, went to her room +and resumed her knitting.</p> + +<p> The unbidden guest was gaiety itself, and there +was no denying the genuine pleasure of the girl. +As the night was warm and glorious, I suggested +that Zura and her guest sit on the balcony.</p> + +<p> I picked up a book and sat by my reading lamp, +but my eyes saw no printed words. My mind was +busy with other thoughts. I was a woman without +experience and had never lived in the world of +these two. But intuition is stronger than custom +and longer than fashion. The standards I held for +the boys and girls of my country were high and +noble. Frankly I did not like the man's attention +to Zura, the intimate companionship suggested by +his actions, nor his unreserved manner. The girl +had told us of their chance meeting on the steamer +coming from Seattle. Any mention of his name +on her part was so open, she spoke of him as just +a good playfellow to help her to pass away the +time, I could not believe her feelings involved. +But, fearful tragedies can be fostered by loneliness +and in Mr. Chalmers's easy familiarity with the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span>lonely girl, there was something wanting; I could +only name it chivalry. Yet, as their voices came +to me, glad, happy, vibrant with the joys of youth +and its interests, I thought perhaps I did not understand +the ways of the young and their customs, because +I had never known their delights. On and +on the boy and girl talked, unheeding my presence +and the fact that I could hear.</p> + +<p> From out the open window I caught a glimpse +of the radiant blue between the distant hills and +the light of the great evening star as it flashed +its eternal message to the sparkling waters below.</p> + +<p> Zura saw it and called softly to her companion, +"Hush, Pinkey! Look! Isn't that a bit of +heaven?"</p> + +<p> And he of the earth replied, "I am looking at +you. That is all the heaven I want just now."</p> + +<p> "You silly!" was the unvexed reproof.</p> + +<p> After a pause they began to talk of queer and, to +me, far-off things—something about the "average" +of "Giants" and "Cubs," of "quarter-backs," +"full-backs" and a kind of "great rush," +though what it was after I never knew. I supposed +he was telling her of some wild tribe festival +when he spoke of dances bearing the names of ani<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span>mals +and fowls. It was all as incomprehensible to +me as Hindustanee.</p> + +<p> At last he said to her, "Well, girlie, I'm about +due to leave now. I am sorry, but I must be moving." +Then more softly, "Remember to-morrow +night. You take a wrap and I'll see to the lunch. +Boat will be ready at eight. By Jove! with a night +like this what a lark it will be!"</p> + +<p> The meaning of this was as clear as my crystal +paper weight, and between the door where Mr. +Chalmers bade Zura good-night and the lodge where +I aroused the sleeping Ishi to his duty of custodian +my thoughts went around like a fly-wheel on full +duty.</p> + +<p> The reflected flame of the old bronze lantern, +swayed by the night-wind, fell on the great gate +and transformed the carved dragons and attendant +demons into living, moving things.</p> + +<p> The departing guest saw it and remarked with a +mock fear, "That dragonette seems alive; hope he +and his angels will not follow me. Some carving +that!"</p> + +<p> "Are you interested in curious things, Mr. +Chalmers?"</p> + +<p> "I should say. Everything from jiujitsu to eels +and chopsticks catches me."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span> "Have you ever seen a garden in this country +which boasts some three or four centuries of birthdays?"</p> + +<p> "No; but I should like to gaze on the spectacle."</p> + +<p> Here was my opportunity to get in serious conference +with the young man, and as it seemed one +of the few sights Mr. Chalmers had missed, I was +charmed to make my offer.</p> + +<p> "My garden is very famous," I said, "and just +now it is in its full beauty. I wonder if you would +come to-morrow morning and permit me to show +it to you?"</p> + +<p> "Sure. Thanks," was the answer as he swung +down the street and into the sleeping town below.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></p> +<h2><a name="VIII" id="VIII"></a>VIII</h2> + +<h3>MR. CHALMERS SEES THE GARDEN AND HEARS +THE TRUTH</h3> + + +<p> Early next day I cornered Jane privately and +told her of the conversation I had overheard +the night before and the visitor I was expecting, +adding, "This is Orphan Asylum day. I can't go, +but take Zura with you. I don't want her to see +that Chalmers boy again. He's too friendly, too +highly colored to suit my ideas."</p> + +<p> If my tones were sharper than the occasion demanded, +it was because of the combination of a +shriveled cash account, and an undesirable male +around. The general disturbance of mind made +me say, not quite honestly:</p> + +<p> "He may be all right, but so far I can see not +one good quality in Mr. Chalmers's make-up."</p> + +<p> "Oh! yes, there is, Miss Jenkins," said Jane, +quick to defend. "He can whistle beautifully. +Last night as he went down the street you should +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span>have heard, 'Oh! Promise Me!' It was so pretty +I almost cried."</p> + +<p> "Spare your tears, Jane; the prettiest whistle +that ever grew never made a real man. Mr. +Chalmers will have to shine in another direction +before I am convinced. Now get Zura and clear +out, and don't you dare to take more than one +basket of gingerbread Johnnies to the orphans."</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> When Mr. Tom Chalmers walked in at ten o'clock +he barely concealed his regret at there being only +an elderly hostess to receive him. The garden +where I conducted my visitor, might have added +joy to its symbol of peace on this perfect day of +early spring. In each flower, in every leaf a glad +spirit seemed to dwell. The feathered tribe that +made its home among the branches madly rejoiced +in a melody of song and twitterings. A white +mother pigeon sheltered her young in a gnarled old +plum tree, full-blossomed and crimson, while in a +lofty pine old man crow scolded all birdkind as he +swayed on the topmost branch, a bit of ebony +against the matchless sky of blue.</p> + +<p> There is only one effectual way of dealing with +things one does not want to do—make past history +of them as fast as possible. Very soon after enter<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span>ing +the garden I asked Mr. Chalmers, who was +mildly interested in the beauties before him, to sit +down with me. Without further dallying, I went +straight to the point of the interview. I told him +I had heard him make the appointment with Zura +the night before and he seemed to have forgotten +to mention the matter to me, though I was close +by. For a time at least I was responsible for Zura, +and I thought it best to call his attention to a few +facts which could not be overlooked.</p> + +<p> "I wonder, Mr. Chalmers, if you realize that in +this country it is impossible for a boy and a girl +to associate together alone. It is barely permissible +for you to see her in the company of others. +Already your attentions have caused Zura to be +talked about and there is very serious trouble with +her grandfather. Further than that, the excursion +you are planning for to-night is not only improper +in any country, but it means actual disgrace +here."</p> + +<p> "It does? Well, I'll be hanged! Can't take a +girl out and give her a good time! I knew these +Japs were fools, but their laws are plain rot."</p> + +<p> "Possibly, from your standpoint, Mr. Chalmers; +but you see these laws and customs were in good +working order in Japan long before Columbus had +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span>a grandfather. They can't be changed on the spur +of the moment."</p> + +<p> "That's all right," he responded hotly. "What +you can't change you can sometimes break; I'm +good at that kind of game."</p> + +<p> Something in the boy's resentful face said that +I was an impudent old meddler, an officious interloper. +It made my voice as sharp as pins. "Very +well, young man," I said, "there will be just one +time in your life's history when you have encountered +both an old law and an old woman that you +will neither break nor change. Your attentions to +Zura Wingate have got to be stopped and at once."</p> + +<p> "Stopped!" he retorted. "Who's going to +make me? I come from a free country where +every fellow is his own boss. I'll do as I please. +What do I care about the laws of these little brown +monkeys! Where would they be anyhow if it +wasn't for America? Didn't we yank 'em out of +their hermits' nest and make them play the game +whether they wanted to or not? They had better +lay low! Don't they know there are ninety millions +of us? Why, with one hand tied behind we +could lick the Rising Sun clean off their little old +flag!"</p> + +<p> If it ever happened, I wondered about what point +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span>in the battle I could locate Mr. Pinkey Chalmers. +The more he talked, the less I was sure of my +pet belief in the divine right of the individual. +Then my heart jumped; I saw Page Hanaford coming.</p> + +<p> "The maid was unable to find the book I came +for. She directed me here. Do I interrupt?" he +asked on reaching us, bowing slightly and looking +inquiringly from my frowning face to Pinkey +Chalmers's wrathful one.</p> + +<p> "Interrupt? No," said that youth. "Welcome +to our prayer-meeting! I've planned a picnic and +a sail for Zura and me to-night. This lady says it +shall not be and I'm speculating who's going to +stop it."</p> + +<p> Page stepped quietly up to the defiant Pinkey. +"I will, Mr. Chalmers, if necessary. I know nothing +of your plans, but in this place Miss Jenkins's +word is law. You and I are here to obey it as +gentlemen."</p> + +<p> Tommy blazed. "Gentlemen! Who are you, +I'd like to know, pushing in and meddling with my +affairs," he said.</p> + +<p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 399px;"><a href="images/img125.jpg"> +<img src="images/img125th.jpg" width="399" height="229" alt="Page started forward. A sound stopped him" title="Page started forward. A sound stopped him" /></a> +<span class="caption">Page started forward. A sound stopped him</span> +</div> + +<p> At the challenge the old look of confusion momentarily +clouded Page's eyes. Then with an effort +he found himself. "My ancestry would not +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span>appeal to you, sir. But"—half good-humoredly—"the +punch of my fist might."</p> + +<p> "Oh h—h—ho!" stuttered Pinkey, angry and +game. "You want to fight, do you! Light in! +I'm ready."</p> + +<p> Page started forward. A sound stopped him. +It was voices singing an age-old nursery tune:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Skip to my loobyloo,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Skip to my loobyloo,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Skip to my loobyloo<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All of a Saturday morning."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p> It was a strange and curious sight in that wonderful +old garden. Down the sandy path under +the overhanging blossoms came Jane and Zura, +skipping and bowing in time to the game's demands. +The last line brought them to us. Hand in hand +they stopped, Zura dishevelled, Jane's hat looking +as if it grew out of her ear, but old maid and young +were laughing and happy as children.</p> + +<p> "We were practising games for the 'Sylumites,'" +explained Zura. "I'm premier danseuse to the +Nipponese kiddies and Lady Jenny is my understudy. +What's the argument?" she asked, observing +first one face, then the other, keenly alive to +some inharmony.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span> Mr. Chalmers started to speak.</p> + +<p> I cut him short. "Zura, take Mr. Hanaford +with you and give him the book he wants. You'll +find it on my desk. You go too, Jane, and help; +Mr. Hanaford is in a hurry. I'll bring Mr. Chalmers +later."</p> + +<p> "Lovely!" exclaimed Jane; "and everybody will +stay to lunch. Come on, let's have a feast."</p> + +<p> A feast! Jane knew well enough it was bean +soup and salad day, and not even a sweet potato +in the pantry. Miss Gray and Zura started house-ward, +slowly followed by Page. He had looked +very straight at Mr. Chalmers, who returned the +gaze, adding compound interest, and a contemptuous +shrug.</p> + +<p> They were barely out of hearing when he began, +"Brave soldier of fortune, that! Where did he +come from?" Without waiting for me to answer +he went on: "I didn't know you were a missionary, +else you couldn't have tied me with a rope +and made me listen to a sermon and a peck of golden +texts 'à la Japanese.'"</p> + +<p> "Unfortunately, Mr. Chalmers, I'm not a missionary. +If I were, I would leave off teaching the +so-called heathen at once and be head chaplain to +some of the ninety millions you were talking about. +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span>Speaking of golden texts, I know my Bible too well +to cast pearls. Now, young man, once for all let +me say, this thing simply cannot be. Zura is a +lonely girl in a strange land. She must live under +her grandfather's roof. Your slightest attention +will make mountains of difficulty for her, and she +is not going with you to-night even if you mean +to marry her to-morrow."</p> + +<p> Pinkey turned nearly white. "Marry her!" he +exclaimed, "Why, I'm engaged to a girl back home."</p> + +<p> "Why, I never intended to marry her," he went +on, more concerned than at any time before. "I +was just having a little flirtation."</p> + +<p> A little flirtation! By the powers that be! My +country had progressed if it had come to the place +where a man could swear allegiance to one woman, +then blithely sail the seas to find heaven in another +woman's eyes!</p> + +<p> My few days' experience with a girl had set me +more problems than I ever found in arithmetic. +This boy was a whole algebra, and they both belonged +to my country where I thought rearing +children was like growing flowers. Not only were +things happening, I was learning new lessons faster +than I really cared for. I asked him if Zura knew +of his engagement.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span> "No," he replied as he walked restlessly about, +"I just met her coming over. She isn't in love +with me and I don't trouble others with my private +affairs."</p> + +<p> "Really! I am afraid your manly self-control +will cause Zura many a heart ache. I know of +nothing more contemptible than being engaged to +one girl and flirting with another."</p> + +<p> "Most men do it," he answered sullenly.</p> + +<p> "I don't believe you, boy, and it will take more +proof than you can furnish to convince me that the +men of my country have so low a standard of +honor." I put a heavy accent on "men."</p> + +<p> My guest flushed. "Well, I like that! What +do you call me?"</p> + +<p> "A thoughtless boy," I said. "But if you want +to be a man, here's your chance. You go right +back to your ship; write to Zura; tell her of your +engagement and why you cannot see her any more; +then stay away."</p> + +<p> I knew as little about men as I did about fashion, +but I plunged on. "What do you think the girl +back home would think? Suppose somebody treated +her as you have treated Zura? Shame on you, +boy! Be a man and help an old woman as well +as a young one."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span> The desire to have his own way died hard, but +something conquered. "I'll do it! Just watch +me," he said at last, a certain bravado accompanying +his words.</p> + +<p> I could see that he was much disturbed by our +interview. He rose and moved towards the gate. +His effort to live up to his newly-awakened manhood +was boyish, but sincere.</p> + +<p> He whirled about suddenly and said, "Miss +Jenkins, I apologize to you and Zura. I—I'm +awfully sorry. Zura is such a jolly chum, and she +was very lonely; I wasn't any too gay myself at +leaving home. But, honestly, I didn't mean to +make it hard for her. I—I didn't think. Please +tell her."</p> + +<p> Impulsively he took my hand and lightly kissed +it. But for his earnestness I would have thought +it impudent. He was soon gone.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> "Where's Pink Tommy?" cried Zura, as I entered +the living-room.</p> + +<p> "Where's Mr. Hanaford?" I questioned back.</p> + +<p> "Why, he took his book and left. Didn't you +say he was in a hurry?"</p> + +<p> "Yes, I did; so was Mr. Chalmers. He left +good-by!"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span> "Good-by?" In Zura's question there was much +annoyance and some anger.</p> + +<p> Jane chimed in. "Both the boys gone? What +a pity! I've just made a relly joll."</p> + +<p> Whether intentional or not, Jane's twisted words +sent a little breeze of laughter before the coming +storm. For the rest of the afternoon Zura had +little to say. Book in hand she sat in the windowseat +overlooking the water, watching the snow-white +sails skim the opal sea.</p> + +<p> I made no further explanation of Mr. Chalmers +or his call, thinking it best to await the arrival of +his note.</p> + +<p> It came just before night. The reading of it +left Zura white. She looked at me stonily, "I +suppose," she began, stiff with anger, "that you +did this."</p> + +<p> "I did," I answered, looking into her blazing +eyes.</p> + +<p> "And I suppose too," she continued with withering +scorn, "that was why the gay cavalier kissed +your hand. I saw him through the window. So +touching! That's what you were plotting when I +found you in the garden. Page Hanaford was in it +too; I saw it in his face. I hate him! I hate everything! +Oh!" she cried, with a sudden outburst +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span>of passion, "the lot of you are a pack of withered +mummies. Not one of you know what it means +to be homesick; how I'm aching for a good time! +Yes, I was going with Pinkey to have a picnic on +the island. Yes, I was going to slip off without +telling you. How could you understand? What +was the harm in my having a little pleasure? Do +you think I intend to bend to the rules of this law-cursed +country? No, I will not! I'll go where I +please. I'll have my own friends!"</p> + +<p> As gently as I could I forced her to go to her +room and listen to what I had to say. I related +what had passed between Mr. Chalmers and me, +of the fatal thing she was contemplating and how +her grandfather had appealed to me for help. +Never had I dreamed of such passion, such grief +in a young girl. She was like some wild thing, +trying to beat its way to freedom through prison +bars.</p> + +<p> No word of mine, however tender, seemed to +touch her. I began to feel useless, miserable, and +a joy killer in general. I almost wished for the +dull days of old; at least I knew how to deal with +them. I could give points to the Minister of Education, +talk volubly at Mothers' Meetings and translate +Confucius from the original, but I was help<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span>less +before this girl in her conflict with conditions +to which she could never yield and which she fought +with all the fierceness of undisciplined strength. I +could think of no word to comfort her. I sought +to divert her. "Zura, listen! Do you remember +the hat I wore the first day I came to see you? You +do remember, for I saw you smiling at it. Well, +I've worn it for eight years. Don't cry, Dearie; +please don't; and I'll let you send to Yokohama and +select me another one."</p> + +<p> Sending to Yokohama for anything had always +been an event to me. It was the only excitement +I could think of. But Zura flung herself around +at me. "Hang your old hat! What is a hat to +a man, and he the only friend I have out here. I +don't care if there was another girl! She can have +him. He was somebody to play with. It was something +to do, a touch of home. Oh! it's cruel! +cruel!"</p> + +<p> Though another ideal was gone to smash, I was +almost ready to cry myself with relief that it was +only a playmate Zura wanted in Pinkey and not +a sweetheart. Even at that I was at my wit's ends +again to know what to say next when the door +opened. Jane had heard the commotion, and there +she stood in her sleeping garments and cap, a ki<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span>mono +floating behind her. In one hand was her +candle, in the other the only ornament she possessed—a +stuffed parrot!</p> + +<p> She came in and, as if talking to soothe a three-year-old +child, she coaxed, "Zury, Zury, don't cry! +Look what Jane has to show you. This is Willie. +For a long time he was my only friend; then he +died. I missed him terribly at first; but don't you +cry about Mr. Pinkey. There are plenty more men +in this world, just as there are plenty more parrots +and as easy to get."</p> + +<p> "Oh, I wish everybody had died!" the girl +sobbed on, heedless of Jane's attempt at comfort. +Suddenly, turning away from us, she stretched her +arms to the starlit space beyond the windows and +cried, "I want my home! I want my friends! I +want life!"</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> Hours later the great golden moon rose from +out the velvety shadows of the mountains. It +looked in the window, found a sleeping girl, and +kissed the heavy lashes still wet with passionate +tears. Veering still farther around to the balcony, +it rested on two silent old women.</p> + +<p> From the city there floated up to us the tinkling +of the samisens in the tea-houses; the high, sweet +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span>voice of a dancing girl as she sang the story of an +old, old love; the sad notes of the blind masseur as +he sought for trade by the pathos of his bamboo +flute; the night-taps from the far-away barracks. +Off to the west we could see the fast-disappearing +lights of a Pacific steamer.</p> + +<p> Neither sounds nor sights seemed to touch Miss +Gray nor ruffle her serenity. For a long time she +had been looking steadily into space, as if held by +a mental vision of some spiritual glory.</p> + +<p> "Jane," I asked at last, "what shall we do?"</p> + +<p> Maybe it was the moon, but something had +smoothed out every wrinkle in her face. She +looked young and wise, as she leaned over and put +her hand on mine. Here was a Jane I had never +known before. In a voice low and sweet, she repeated +the ancient hymn:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"God holds the key of all unknown<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And I am glad.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If other hands should hold the key,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or if He trusted it to me,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">I might be sad."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p> From that night my feeling of superiority to Jane +diminished. Some of her strong sweetness, penetrating +what seemed the crusty exterior of my heart, +entered in to abide with me always.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></p> +<h2><a name="IX" id="IX"></a>IX</h2> + +<h3>JANE HOPES; KISHIMOTO DESPAIRS</h3> + + +<p> When Zura appeared the following morning +no reference was made to the events of the +night before. She was pale and coldly courteous. +In her sharp brightness there was no hint of an +olive branch being hid about her to be offered to me +or presented to her grandfather when she returned +to his house that day, as previously arranged.</p> + +<p> Once only did the girl's manner soften, and then +neither to Jane nor to me. Outside, from every +glint of the sun on the new green of the pines to +the joyous call of the white sea birds, was the glad +message of spring, and spring in this lovely Island +is no mere promise of things to come, but an everlasting +fulfilment of the glorious promises made in +the hour the great Artist dreamed it.</p> + +<p> Zura looked through the window at the sea, gaily +breaking its silvered crests against the gray old +rocks and, just above, the great patches of rose-pink +cherries streaking the blue haze of the moun<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span>tains. +As the girl took in the tender beauty of the +scene some memory seemed to touch her. Her +eyes filled, her lips trembled; but she quickly recovered +herself and soon after made her adieus.</p> + +<p> I walked with her to the gate and watched her +go down the long flight of steps. Everything about +her, from the poise of her head to the swing of her +body, courted conflict and prophesied disaster. I +felt as if I had snatched a bag of candy from a +hungry child.</p> + +<p> A week later Kishimoto San came to make the +call customary on occasions when any kindness had +been done to him or his family. His gratitude for +my efforts to make some headway with Zura was +very sincere. He supplemented his thanks by a +large box of cake. The gift was decorated with +a red string and a good-luck emblem and wrapped +in a bright yellow cloth. From the atmosphere, +all concerned needed not only good luck, but +something the color of sunshine; one look into +Kishimoto San's face assured me it was neither +springtime nor rosetime in the path he was treading.</p> + +<p> My visitor was a busy man of many affairs, and +I a woman much occupied; but custom said that a +ceremonial visit must be just so long, and Kishi<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span>moto +would rather break his neck once a week than +a rule of etiquette once a life-time.</p> + +<p> So we fell to talking of a recent trip he had made +to Yokohama. He said a great foreign fleet was +visiting the port. The festivities and the gaieties +were unending. He had been only a looker-on, but +a deeply-interested observer.</p> + +<p> He spoke of how his country had strained its +every resource to give welcome to this fleet, making +a neighborly call, though armed to the ship's last +rail. He continued:</p> + +<p> "The whole scene give me reminder of one very +small boy who had grand record of good fight, also +he has the great exhaustion of strength from last +battle with tall giant. Small boy has poverty too, +but he draw forth his many ancient toy for guest +to play. Makes big debt of money to give him +feast. He very much desire to keep face of big +boy all covered with smiles."</p> + +<p> Then from the way my visitor half shut his eyes +and looked at me, I knew something more was coming.</p> + +<p> "Americans are a great people, but disagree with +their wonderfulness."</p> + +<p> "You mean they are inconsistent?" I suggested.</p> + +<p> Kishimoto San, being too much in earnest to +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span>search for the proper English, dropped into Japanese—</p> + +<p> "Yes, the old proverb fits them, 'A physician +breaking the rules of health.'"</p> + +<p> "Why do you say that of my people?" I asked +in a moment on the defensive.</p> + +<p> "Because you literally strain your bodies to hold +very high a moral standard for other nations, that +you, yourselves fail to follow."</p> + +<p> "What do you mean?"</p> + +<p> He went on slowly:</p> + +<p> "I was wondering if it is the custom in your +country for ladies to smoke and drink liquor in +public places?"</p> + +<p> "Ladies!" I repeated amazed. "American +women smoke and drink in public or other places! +Certainly not," I declared emphatically. "Why do +you hint at such a thing?"</p> + +<p> Thirty years' absence from my country had +glorified my ideal of its womanhood.</p> + +<p> "Only this," said Kishimoto San, "several times +while in Yokohama I had occasion to visit the +Ocean Hotel. On the broad veranda facing the +sea were seated numbers of great men and ladies +together, many of them were smoking and I could +not count the number of cocktails they consumed."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span> "They were not American women," was my vigorous +protest.</p> + +<p> "Yes, madam, they were. First they were +beautiful and sparkle with eyes and tongue. All +men bow down to them same as we bow to our +Empress. Then afterwards I examine register and +clerk of hotel confirm my thought."</p> + +<p> "Possibly what you say is true, Kishimoto San, +but hasn't it a flavor of littleness to label as a national +habit the acts of a few exhilarated travelers? +What have you to say of the vast army of American +women who could not be forced into doing the +things you mention?"</p> + +<p> "Nothing. Except I was just wondering how +America could spare so many missionaries. You +know we do not beg for their company."</p> + +<p> "It is not well for you to forget what your country +of all others owes to the missionaries," I reminded +him. "Though your beliefs are as far +apart as the Poles, your sense of justice can but +acknowledge that the unselfish service of the missionaries +has led your people to heights they never +could have reached without them."</p> + +<p> "True," he responded, "it was not of their work +in this country I was speaking, but the need of +more work in their own. You have very good +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span>story in your big book about the 'beam and mote.' +Do not the morals of your own country need uplifting +before you insist on sending emissaries to +turn my people from the teachings of many centuries? +Has your religion and system of education +proved so infallible for yourselves that you +must force it upon others? Ah, madam, America +has led us far and high, but the West is for the +West and the East is for the East. So far, on the +road to progress they can march side by side. Further +than that, the paths divide and are separated +by insurmountable differences, because your country +is ruled by the teachings of freedom which you +cannot practise. We are governed by the will of +our divine Emperor, and the spirit of our ancestors. +And I pray the great Amida before my country is +stripped of her love and reverence for these, my +poor spirit will be annihilated. For if they are +taken away, what can we put in their places save the +liberty of the Occident, which means license in the +Orient."</p> + +<p> I heard him in silence, for while there was much +truth in what he said, many times we had argued +ourselves into a fever over these questions and +never got anywhere. We could no more agree than +we could worship the same God.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span> For my part, whatever might be the erratic actions +of a few of its freakish individuals, my faith +in my country and its people is my faith in my God. +I was old fashioned enough to believe every man +his brother's keeper. There was nothing more for +me to say.</p> + +<p> For him, intense loyal patriot that he was, his +devotion to crumbling old standards was making +his fight against the new a bitter and hopeless struggle. +But I had never seen the man so stirred as +he was this day. He went on:</p> + +<p> "What of the teachings for your young? They +may do for your country, but not for mine! So +far as I can see, your boys and girls are left to +grow as weeds. They are as free as the foxes and +learn their cunning without their wisdom. They +are without filial piety. They reverence neither +ancestors, the law, nor the great gods. Neither do +they fear their own devil, nor the evil spirits."</p> + +<p> "How do you know this?" I inquired.</p> + +<p> "I know because I have seen their comings and +goings. I have heard their free speech before the +face of their parents and mothers-in-law. And I +have seen them as visitors in the temples. Because"—the +man's voice shook with feeling—"I have +in my house a girl with the blood of the East in +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span>her veins and the influence of the West in her life. +She is rebellious, rude and irreverent. Only this +morning, when I gave warning what vengeance the +great Buddha would send upon her for impiety, did +she not toss her red head and laughingly scoff in my +face." At this point I arose and rang for tea and +my visitor continued: "Ah, I tremble at her daring. +It is her foreign blood, her training. It will +curse us yet."</p> + +<p> I cheerfully assured him that I thought it would +unless he could bring himself to see that the girl +was entitled to a few rights as well as himself. I +inquired how things had gone since Zura's visit +to me. He said she had not often referred to her +visit; when she did it was in pleasant terms. But +her attitude to him and his household was as disrespectful +as ever and, he thought, more defiant.</p> + +<p> He then spoke of a great Buddhist festival that +had begun that week and was to continue for several +days. It was very important that each member +of his family should attend and take part in every +service. So far Zura had refused to go. With +sketch-book in hand she disappeared from the house +every morning. While he had not seen or heard of +her being with the young officer man, he had no +doubt she spent her time in his company.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span> In as few words as possible I told Kishimoto of +my interview with Mr. Chalmers, and his promise +not to come again nor to further complicate matters.</p> + +<p> My listener was more than pleased. "I thank +you," he said impressively. "You are a strong-minded +woman."</p> + +<p> When I remarked that Japan was no place for a +weak-minded one he seemed to think again about +smiling, but changed his mind and asked me solemnly +if I would not honor him by coming to +his house the following evening and, with his +family, attending the great festival on the last +night.</p> + +<p> I accepted the invitation and he left.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> In the evening Page Hanaford came to dinner. +When I told him Zura had returned to her home, +the smile on his face faded. It spread to his lips +and eyes as I rehearsed the close of my interview +with Mr. Chalmers.</p> + +<p> "I sincerely hope that danger is passed," I said +earnestly.</p> + +<p> "I would not consider Mr. Chalmers dangerous +by nature, only by thoughtlessness," remarked Page; +"his bravado needs seasoning like his youth. Will +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span>you not let me help you, Miss Gray?" he exclaimed +as that lady came in almost smothered in the packages +her frail arms held.</p> + +<p> "Oh! it's just grand—how many nice people +there are in the world," the little missionary said +enthusiastically, when relieved of her burdens and +seated. "That druggist gentleman was lovely. I +bought a jar of vaseline, and he found out I could +talk English. Then I found out he was trying to +talk it; I told him about my hospital, and he gave +me all these splendid medicines I brought in. +There's court-plaster and corn-salve and quinine +and tooth-powder and a dozen milk bottles for the +babies, and plenty of cans to put things in. That's +a good start for my drug store."</p> + +<p> "The drug store and the patients, but the building!" +I exclaimed. "Only a dream! I don't want +to be a cold-water dasher but, Jane Gray, where will +your visions lead you?"</p> + +<p> "To Heaven, Miss Jenkins; that's where they +were meant to lead. My hospital is a dream now +because it is not built. But it's going to be soon; +I know it. Didn't that splendid Japanese man +clothe and educate hundreds of orphans for years +on faith, pure and simple? Of course my little +hospital is on the way! What better proof does +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span>anybody want than the story of Mr. Hoda's Orphan +Asylum?"</p> + +<p> "Give us the story," urged Page, sinking into a +big chair, after he had made Jane comfortable.</p> + +<p> "Indeed I will. I love to tell it for Mr. Hoda +certainly sold his soul for the highest price."</p> + +<p> "When he was a very young and ambitious man, +doing without food to get his medical education, +three homeless babies fell into his hands. He and +his mother lived on a little less and made room for +the children. Soon more waifs drifted in. Mr. +Hoda couldn't turn them away, but he wondered +where he was to get the food for them. Then he +had a vision and a dream. In it a great famine +was sweeping the land. He saw a Man beautiful, +but sorrowful, toiling up a steep mountain, with +His arms full of helpless children and more clinging +to His white garments. This wonderful Being +turned and saw the great pity in Mr. Hoda's +eyes, then called back, 'Help me care for the many +that are left. I will never forsake you nor them.' +After that, Mr. Hoda knew what his work was. +He fought so hard to follow his vision he burned +all his doctor's books for fear he might be tempted. +He had gone hungry to buy those books. A long +time after, Mr. Hoda didn't care about them, for +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span>his vision brought him the beautifulest faith. He +knew food and clothing for the children would +come, and often there hasn't been a bite nor a +penny in the house and almost time for the dinner +bell to ring, when from somewhere food or the +way to buy it, would come pouring in as though +that Orphan Asylum was built in a land filled with +manna and flowing with honey. Mr. Hoda and his +flock of orphans have waited but never wanted. +I'm waiting; but I am just as sure of my dream +as I am of my friends."</p> + +<p> "Of course you are," encouraged Page. "Talk +of removing mountains! Why, a faith like that +would set a whole Himalayan range to dancing. +You are a great little missionary, Miss Gray."</p> + +<p> "Thank you, Mr. Page; missionaries are not +great. We can't help living what we believe. +Wouldn't you be very happy if you were as certain +and sure of all your dreams as we are?"</p> + +<p> "Happy!" cried the boy, getting up and walking +about. "I'd give a life-time to know—never +mind. Your hospital will come true. When it +does we will ask the city to decorate as it is doing +to-day for some big festival. My! the streets look +like bargain day in Christmas trees," he ended, recovering +some of his light spirits.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span> "That's so. There is a festival. What is it, +Miss Jenkins?"</p> + +<p> I explained the meaning of the festival, which +was more strictly observant of ritual and old customs +than any other of the year, and I told of +Kishimoto San's invitation to me.</p> + +<p> Miss Gray exclaimed anxiously, "But you are +not going?" Jane was slow in shaking off the +limitations of the doctrine that branded all religions +in a foreign country as idolatrous and contaminating.</p> + +<p> I said I intended going.</p> + +<p> "Oh, Miss Jenkins," Jane cried, "do be careful! +They might ask you to bow down before one +of those heathen idols, and maybe they might make +you offer at its feet a stick of something smelly in +one of those insect burners."</p> + +<p> For the first time since I had known Page Hanaford, +he shouted with laughter. "Sweet aroma of +incense, that's a blow for you!" he said. "Come +to think of it, I believe I'll happen along and see +how it's done."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></p> +<h2><a name="X" id="X"></a>X</h2> + +<h3>ZURA GOES TO THE FESTIVAL</h3> + + +<p> On my way to join the festival party at the +appointed time I passed through the streets +of the city, brilliant with decorations of flags and +lanterns. Gay crowds sauntered beneath graceful +arches of pine and lacey bamboo. For the time +worry and work were laid aside with every-day +dress, and like smiling, happy children on a picnic, +the vast throngs moved toward the temple where +the great "Matsuri" was in progress. A man deaf +and blind would have known it was a holiday by +the feel in the air. He would also have felt as I +did the change in the atmosphere as he neared +Kishimoto's house.</p> + +<p> The maid, who answered my summons, said the +family would soon be ready to start; the hairdresser +had finished; the ceremonial obis were being tied +for the madams; the Dana San had about completed +his devotions before the household shrine. +Would I bring my most august body into the living-<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span>room +and hang my honorable self upon the floor?</p> + +<p> I complied with the request and found Zura +alone.</p> + +<p> Considering the strained relations at our last parting +and the solemnity of the present occasion, she +greeted me with a flippancy that was laughable. +"Oh, here's Miss Jenkins! Welcome to our happy +home, and I certainly wish you joy on this jaunt."</p> + +<p> "Are you not going with us?" I asked, observing +that she carried in her hand a paint-box as well +as her hat.</p> + +<p> "Not I," she laughed. "I'd picnic with Mrs. +Satan and her family first. But do come in. The +ogre awaits you. One of the two witches has just +had a spell."</p> + +<p> "Which one?" I inquired, putting into my +question every inviting tone at my command. I +was determined to get on terms of friendliness with +this girl. Had not I in the long ago longed for +liberty and for life as I had never craved orthodox +salvation? Not even to myself had I acknowledged +how strong an appeal to my love of fair play, was +Zura's frank rebellion against being reduced to an +emotionless creature guaranteed to move at the +command of her Masters.</p> + +<p> All her warfare had been in the open. At no +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span>time in her visit to me, did she mention the unhappy +conditions at her home nor voice complaints +of its inmates.</p> + +<p> Undisciplined, untrained as she was, there was in +her nature a certain reserve which compelled admiration. +When not on the defensive for what she +considered her rights, she had a decided sweetness +that drew me irresistibly. I did not approve of her +methods, but my sympathy was deep for this child +of freedom forced to live in the painful restrictions +of a conservative Japanese family.</p> + +<p> I was beginning to see that Zura would break +long before she would bend. To break at all meant +disaster. To break alone meant ruin. She was of +my country, my people. Without further ado I +arrayed myself on the side of the one who had four +against her.</p> + +<p> Before she answered my question, she looked at +me as a chained creature might eye a strange hand +to see if it were outstretched for a caress or a blow. +Having decided, she went on, "The ancientest one. +Some red lilies I carried brought on the fit. An +hour ago I gathered a few from the rice fields and +took them to my room. When the old dame saw +their crimson petals she began to foam at the mouth +and splutter a lot of nonsense about the flowers +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span>being tongues of flame; she said they would set +the house on fire and burn us all to a cinder. If +I thought that I'd bring a cartload, and then run. +She took them away and threw them in the hot +bath. The lovely things shriveled like scalded baby +hands. About then, my august grandfather arrived +on the scene. He ordered me to put on Japanese +dress and come to their old festival. I've +planned otherwise, and I won't do it." She put +on her hat and stabbed it with a long pin.</p> + +<p> "Look here, Zura," I ventured, "you'll miss a +joyfully good time if you don't go. The country +people swarm to these festivals, and babies are as +thick as ants. You'll see more pictures than you +can paint in a life-time. There are queer things to +buy and funny things to eat. The fire-walking +ceremony is wonderful."</p> + +<p> This caught her attention. "What do they do +at this ceremony?"</p> + +<p> "It has been a long time since I saw it, but I +remember it was thrilling to watch the worshipers +walk barefoot over the hot coals. Come along with +me, Zura. Come on," I urged, seeking in my mind +for a more persuasive word and finding a memory +of Mr. Pinkey Chalmers to help me out, "and we'll +make a night of it."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span> I saw nothing humorous in what I had said, but +it had a curious effect on Zura. She changed her +mind so swiftly, her manner grew so gleeful, I +thought maybe I had made a promise I could not +keep.</p> + +<p> "All right, old sport," she laughed with reckless +gaiety, "I'll go; you stick to me and I'll give you +the time of your young life. But make it clear to +the devotees in this house that I won't tie myself +up in a kimono; neither will I bend an inch before +any of those dropsical-looking images."</p> + +<p> Soon we heard the rustle of the Master's silken +garments. He entered, closely followed by his +mother, wife and daughter, their kimonos and obis +in colors soft and mellow as befitted older women, +and each covered with an overcoat thin of texture +and rich in quality. This outer garment was the +insignia not only of rank, but of the grave importance +of the occasion.</p> + +<p> Their greetings to me were soon over, and Zura +announced that she was going with us.</p> + +<p> Without a glimmer of pleasure in her seeming +willingness to obey, her grandfather said, "It is +well."</p> + +<p> Had he glanced at the girl when he voiced it, +he would have chosen other words. In her very +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span>bright eyes there was a look which boded no spirit +of good will.</p> + +<p> Kishimoto San, with his mother, led the way on +our pilgrimage. We followed behind; and bringing +up the rear was an army of servants loaded with +blankets, cushions and hampers of food. It was +to be a long session of worship and festivities, and +the family would need all the comforts of home +before their return.</p> + +<p> The festival was called "Tanjo Shaka" (Buddha's +Birthday), and as our little party passed +through the great gates the crowds of holiday-makers, +which thronged the enclosure, testified to +the popularity of the day. The broad avenue leading +to the steps of the old temple was lined on each +side by temporary booths, from which one could +purchase anything from a hot sweet potato to a +much-decorated prayer, from false teeth to a charm +to ward off the chicken-pox.</p> + +<p> There was a man who made a dainty fan while +you waited; the cook who made a cake while you +prayed; the handkerchief man and the sock man; +and ah me! the funny old codger, bald of head and +shriveled of body, but with a bit of heaven in his +weary old eyes. It was the reflection of the baby +faces about him. His was the privilege of fash<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span>ioning +from sticky, sweet dough wonderful flowers +of brilliant hue and the children flocked about him +like birds of Paradise to a field of grain.</p> + +<p> On every side were set up images of the infant +Buddha. Around these, worshipers crowded that +they might purchase some portion of the licorice +tea poured over the image and supposed to guard +against many evils.</p> + +<p> Groups of white-garbed pilgrims from distant +cities passed on to worship, their tinkling bells keeping +time to the soft pad of their sandaled feet. Under +the overhanging boughs of the ancient trees +were placed low platforms spread with bright red +blankets, and thereon sat the family groups. In +these throngs very few were well off in worldly +possessions. For the masses this day meant curtailment +of necessities for many other days. It +was a willing sacrifice, for, having done duty at +the temple and cheerfully contributed their hard-earned +"rin," they yielded themselves up to the +enjoyment of being set free, in a space where neither +worry nor want were permitted to enter, where +their poor lives touched something higher or less +sordid than themselves. The day was a gift of the +gods and they would be merry, for to-morrow was +toil and poverty. It was neither satisfying nor +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span>permanent but all so simple and happy. Only a +heartless stickler for creed and dogma would have +labeled it idolatry or banished from the garden of +the temple the participants who were childlike in +their enjoyment.</p> + +<p> It took us some time to make our way to the +building where Kishimoto guided us that he with +his family might first offer their devotions. Once +there, the ceremony began. I was not expected to +participate and stood aside. It was not without +anxiety that I heard the grandfather give a stern +command to Zura to approach and kneel with him +before the great bronze image, and her equally rigid +refusal to do so.</p> + +<p> With difficulty the proud old Buddhist refrained +from creating a scene before the other worshipers, +but it was plain that he was stung to the quick for +the honor of his religion. From the look in his +face he only bided his time.</p> + +<p> The girl moved nearer to me and none too quietly +mocked priest and worshiper gaily. Both maid and +man seemed determined once for all to settle the +supremacy of will. They were like two warriors +measuring their strength before the final contest. +The slip of a dark-eyed girl seemed an adversary +easily disposed of. Though justly angered, her +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span>opponent had learned that if from him she had +inherited tenacity of will, the legacy from her father +had been an invincible belief in her individual +right and courage to assert it.</p> + +<p> After this clash we walked about till it was time +for the evening meal. It was served in an open +tea-house. Hospitable and kind to the last degree, +both host and hostesses pressed upon me every dainty +eatable, and tried by all they knew to dispel the +gathering clouds. I was touched by their efforts +and did my best to smooth the way to peace, but +my endeavors were vain. It was a conflict of conditions +in which were both wrong and right, but +which not to the end of time would ever be reconciled.</p> + +<p> At last the family sat apart and talked in low +tones. Zura moved closer to me and, though white-lipped +and restless after the many encounters with +her grandfather, her spirit was undaunted.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></p> +<h2><a name="XI" id="XI"></a>XI</h2> + +<h3>A BROKEN SHRINE</h3> + + +<p> The feast over, we moved on. The servants +were left to pack up, and instructed to join +the family at a certain shrine some distance away; +devotions at that place would end the festival.</p> + +<p> The closing down of night was like the working +of some magic. From every point of temple, +shrine, and tree sprang a light. Fireworks shaped +like huge peonies, lilies, and lesser flowers spluttered +in the air. Myriad lights turned the garden +into a place of enchantment. In the hand of every +feaster swung a paper lantern, gay in color, daring +in design, its soft glow reflected on the happy face +above. The whole enclosure seemed to be a bit +of fairy land, where workaday people were transformed +into beings made only for the pleasures of +life.</p> + +<p> I kept close to Zura regardless of where she led, +for all she saw seemed not only to increase her interest, +but to intensify her reckless mood. On our +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span>way we paused at a Pagoda. A group of priests +were marching around it chanting some ritual. +They were very solemn and their voices most weird.</p> + +<p> "What are they doing with their throats, Miss +Jenkins?" asked Zura.</p> + +<p> "Singing."</p> + +<p> "Singing! Well, they know as much about +singing as tit-willows do about grand opera. But +the colors of those gorgeous robes are fascinating. +Aren't the curves of that roof lovely? See how +the corners turn up. Exactly like the mustache of +the little band master at home. Oh, look at those +darling kiddies!" she suddenly exclaimed, going +swiftly to the nearby stand of a cake man.</p> + +<p> A dozen children or so, wistful-eyed and a bit +sad, stood around. These were the city rats and +street waifs, who only came from their holes after +dark. Too poor to buy, they could only gaze and +wish. The old man, for the sake of the hungry +birdlings at home, could give no further of his +store.</p> + +<p> Zura stopped before the little heaps of sweet +dough. The children closed about her. None were +afraid, and all instinctively felt her friendship. Her +bargain was quickly made. Soon each child had +a large share not only of cake, but also of tiny +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span>flags and paper cherry blossoms which had adorned +the owner's booth. Zura emptied a small knitted +purse of "rins" and "sens." She had told me +earlier that she had sold a picture to a postcard +man. The cake dealer got it all.</p> + +<p> We left the children open-mouthed, gazing at +the "Ojosan" (honorable elder sister) who had +proved nothing less than a goddess; but the girl +heeded neither their looks nor their thanks, for we +had come upon the ancient rite of firewalking, once +a holy ceremony for the driving out of demons, now +used for the purpose of proving the protection of +the gods for the devout.</p> + +<p> On a mat of straw, overspread by a thick layer +of sand, was a bed of charcoal kept glowing by +attendants armed with fans attached to long poles. +Priests were intoning a prayer to the god of water, +who lived in the moon, to descend with vengeance +upon the god of fire. With much twisting of fingers +and cabalistic waving of hands, a worshiper +would draw something from a bag purchased from +the priest. This he told the onlookers was spirit +powder. Sprinkling a part of it on the fire and +rubbing his feet with what was left he would cross +the live coals, arriving at the other end unharmed. +His swaggering air, indicating "I am divinely pro<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span>tected," +deeply impressed the wondering crowd.</p> + +<p> Absorbed in watching the fantastic scene, I failed +for some time to notice Zura's absence from my +side. Neither was she with her family, who were +near by. Anxiously turning to search for her, I +saw her opposite in a cleared space and, through +the background of an eager, curious crowd, Page +Hanaford hurriedly pushing his way to the front.</p> + +<p> At the edge of the fire stood Zura without shoes +or stockings.</p> + +<p> Page saw. His voice rang out, "Miss Wingate! +I beg of you!"</p> + +<p> For a moment she poised as light as a bird; then, +lifting her dress, she quickly walked across the +burning coals. The sparks flew upward, lighting +the bronze and gold in her hair, showing too her +face, a study in scornful daring.</p> + +<p> The lookers-on cheered, some crying, "Skilful, +skilful!" and others, "Brave as an empress!" +"She is protected by her foreign god."</p> + +<p> Heedless of the crowds, as if they were not, Zura +took her hat, shoes, and stockings from the adoring +small boy who held them and rejoined me. I +glanced around at the family. The women's faces +said nothing. To at least two of them, Zura was +a strange being not of their kind and with whom +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span>they had nothing to do. But the look in Kishimoto +San's eyes made me shrink for the fate of +the girl.</p> + +<p> Laying my hand upon her arm I asked, "Oh, +Zura, why did you do it? Aren't your feet +burned?"</p> + +<p> "Burned! Nonsense! They are not even overheated. +I used some of their spirit powder, which +is plain salt. I did it to prove to myself that all +they teach and do is fakery."</p> + +<p> Page joined us, inquiring anxiously, "You are +not hurt? I call it plucky, but very foolish. +Didn't you hear me call to you?"</p> + +<p> Zura, looking up from fastening her shoe, replied +stiffly, "Mr. Hanaford, once is quite enough for +you to interfere with my affairs."</p> + +<p> The boy flushed, then smiled, and dropped to the +rear.</p> + +<p> As she spoke I could but notice her voice was a +little less joyous. It sounded a note of weariness +as if her high spirit, though unconquered, was a +bit tired of the game.</p> + +<p> In depressed silence our party mingled with the +throng on its way to the shrine where the last +tribute was to be paid. The place of devotion was +in a dense grove, isolated and weird. A single +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span>upright post held a frail, box-like contrivance. The +inner recess of this was supposed to hold a relic of +Buddha—some whispered a finger, some a piece +of the great teacher's robe; but whatever the holy +emblem, both place and shrine were surrounded with +a veil of superstitious mystery and held in awe. +A lonely taper burned before the shrine, dimly lighting +a small opening covered with ground glass +and disclosed above a written warning to all +passers-by to stop and offer prayer or else be +cursed.</p> + +<p> The crowd of worshipers paid tribute, but rather +than pass on, lingered in the shadow, their curious +eyes fixed upon the half-foreign girl.</p> + +<p> It was splendid for her to brave the fire-god, but +no living soul dared face the Holy Shrine with the +scorn Zura's face and manner so plainly showed. +Admiration melted into distrust. They would wait +and see the end.</p> + +<p> One by one my host, his mother, wife and daughter +passed before the relic and reverently bowed. +Then they stood aside in a silent group, slightly +apart from Page and me. It was Zura's turn. In +the face of Kishimoto San, as he looked at his +granddaughter, was concentrated the power of his +will and all the intolerant passion of his religion. +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span>He looked and he waited—in vain. The girl did +not move.</p> + +<p> When he finally spoke, his voice was low, but his +words fairly stabbed the air. "Obey me! Approach +and bow!"</p> + +<p> Zura seemed to be turned to stone. But her +words were as clear and as measured as his own. +"I will not! Now or ever!"</p> + +<p> Past all endurance of the girl's disrespect, the man +made one step forward, grasped Zura by the shoulders, +and pushed her towards the shrine. The +force sent her forward. As she stumbled she seized +a bamboo pole. With it she gave one swift blow. +At our feet the little shrine lay shattered, and out +of its secret recess rolled a pasteboard box, mildewed +and empty.</p> + +<p> Then, like the hissing wind, rose the quick anger +of the people.</p> + +<p> At the same instant Page and the crowd rushed +toward Zura, who, with bamboo stick in her raised +hand, stood white and defiant.</p> + +<p> A coolie made a lunge at her. With closed fist +Page Hanaford struck him full in the face; the +other arm shielded Zura. Another man spat at +her, and met the fate of his brother from Page's +well-directed blow. There is nothing so savage as +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span>a Japanese mob when roused to anger. Knowing +them to be cruel and revengeful, my heart stood +still as I watched the throng close about Page and +Zura. I knew the boy single-handed could not hold +out long before the outraged worshipers.</p> + +<p> Then above the noise and curses and threats +Kishimoto San's voice rang out. "Stop! you +crawling vipers of the swamp! How dare you +brawl before this sacred place? How dare you +touch one of my blood! My granddaughter accounts +to me, not to the spawn of the earth—such +as you! Disperse your dishonorable bodies to your +dishonored homes! Go!"</p> + +<p> Blind to reason, they cowered before a masterful +mind. They knew the unbending quality of Kishimoto's +will, his power to command, to punish. The +number grew steadily less, leaving Page and Zura +and her grandfather alone.</p> + +<p> Kishimoto San turned to the girl and with words +cold as icicles, cutting as a whiplash, dismissed the +child of his only daughter from his house and home. +He cared neither where she went, nor what she +did. She no longer belonged to him or his kind. +He disowned her. Her foreign blood would be +curse enough.</p> + +<p> Bidding his family follow, he turned and left. +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span>As Mrs. Wingate passed her disgraced offspring, +with troubled voice and bewildered looks she repeated +once more her set formula of reproof, "Oh, +Zura! I no understand yo' naughty; I no like yo' +bad."</p> + +<p> The homeless girl, Page, and I were left in the +darkness.</p> + +<p> "Come with me, Zura," I said, not knowing +what else to do; and the three of us made our way +toward the high twinkling light that marked the +House of the Misty Star.</p> + +<p> As the boy walked beside her, hatless, tie and +collar disarranged, I could but see what his defense +of Zura had cost him in physical strength. His +face twitched with the effort to control his shaking +limbs; that strange illness had robbed him of +so much.</p> + +<p> "Please, Mr. Hanaford, do not trouble to climb +the steps with us," I urged. "There is no danger. +By now the crowd is doubtless laughing over the +whole thing."</p> + +<p> "No, Miss Jenkins," he said, "I cannot leave +you till you are safely shut in the house. Rather +interesting, wasn't it?"</p> + +<p> "Interesting! Well, I guess I know now what +making a night of it means."</p> + +<p> <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span>It was my one attempt to lighten conversation. +We went on in silence.</p> + +<p> Wordless my other companion walked beside me. +She gave no sign. Only once, when I stumbled, +the hand she outstretched in quick support was shaking +and cold.</p> + +<p> On reaching the house Page declined to come in; +but, seeing the knuckles of his right hand torn and +bleeding, I would take no refusal. "Boy, your +hand is bleeding. Come right in and let me dress +it," said I.</p> + +<p> "Don't trouble. It's nothing; only a bit of +knocked-up skin. That coolie must have sharpened +his teeth for the occasion."</p> + +<p> Zura spoke for the first time as I made the room +light. "Oh! I didn't know you were hurt, Mr. +Hanaford. I am sorry. Let me see." She took +his hand in both of hers and held it closer under +the lamp. Still holding it, she lifted her eyes with +sympathy to his. "I'm not worth it," she said +softly.</p> + +<p> I did not hear Page's answer; but I thought he +was almost gruff when he quickly drew away and +walked to the window. He had nothing to say +when I bandaged his hand, and he soon left.</p> + +<p> It was only a matter of a few minutes to light +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span>the lamp and arrange the bed in the guest-room +I had taken such pleasure in preparing before for +Zura's visit. I went through these small duties +without speaking. I bore no ill will to the girl +who had been thrust upon me. My thoughts were +too deep for anger against the wayward child whose +start in life had been neither fair nor just. But in +separating herself from her family she had done +the most serious thing a girl can do in whose veins +runs the blood of a Japanese. Everything ready, +I said good-night as kindly as circumstances would +permit.</p> + +<p> Zura put out her hand and thanked me. A smile +twitched her lips as she said, "Never mind, Miss +Jenkins. Don't be troubled. No use fighting +against fate and freckles." The tears in her voice +belied her frivolous words.</p> + +<p> Anxious for what might happen, I sat for the +rest of the night in the room adjoining the one +occupied by my unexpected guest. Twice before +the coming of the dawn there reached me from the +farther chamber sounds of a soul in conflict—the +first battle of a young girl in a strange land, facing +the future penniless and heavily handicapped.</p> + +<p> It was a lonely vigil and a weary one.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></p> +<h2><a name="XII" id="XII"></a>XII</h2> + +<h3>A DREAM COMES TRUE</h3> + + +<p> If becoming a member of my household was a +turning-point in Zura's life, in mine it was +nothing less than a small-sized revolution, moving +with the speed of a typhoon.</p> + +<p> The days piled into weeks; the weeks plunged +head-foremost into eternity, and before we could +say "how d'y' do" to lovely summer, autumn had +put on her splendid robes of red and yellow and +soft, dull brown.</p> + +<p> If once I yearned for things to happen, I now +sometimes pined for a chance, as one of my students +put it, "to shut the door of think and rest my tired +by suspended animation." For I had as much idea +about rearing girls as I had on the subject of training +young kangaroos. But it grew plainer to me +every day my nearly ossified habits would have to +disintegrate. Also I must learn to manipulate the +rôle of mother without being one.</p> + +<p> Soon after the girl's break with her family the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span>ineffective child-woman who had given Zura life +passed quietly into the great Silence before the +daughter could be summoned. Though Zura was +included among the mourners at the stately funeral, +she had no communication with her grandfather. +Afterwards the separation was final.</p> + +<p> Once only I visited Kishimoto San's house and +had an interview with him. He was courteous, and +his formality more sad than cold. He would never +again take Zura into his house; neither would he +interfere with her. Her name had been stricken +from his family register. As long as I was kind +enough to give her shelter, he would provide for +her. Further than that he would not go, "for his +memory had long ears and he could never forget."</p> + +<p> It was a painful hour which I did not care to repeat.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> I acquainted Zura with her grandfather's decision.</p> + +<p> Her only comment was, "His memory has long +ears, has it? So has mine, and they'll grow +longer, for I have longer to live."</p> + +<p> In the first intimate talk I had with my protégée, +her one idea was to earn the money to return to +America, where there was "more chance to make a +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span>living." So far as she knew her father was without +relatives. There was no one to look to for help. +But she could work; she knew many girls who +worked; and there was always "something to do" +in Seattle.</p> + +<p> "How good it will be to get back to it. Wish I +could get a whiff of the air right now. Yes, indeed! +I am American to the ends of my fingers, +and hallelujah to the day when I sail back."</p> + +<p> I entered into her plans with enthusiasm, reserving +my determination never to lose sight of her till +she was in safer hands than mine.</p> + +<p> She was very eager to begin earning money for +her passage home, offering to teach, to scrub, and +even to learn to cook, if we'd learn to eat it.</p> + +<p> I pointed out that, with her ability to sketch and +her natural fascination for young girls, the forming +of classes would be a simple matter. She was only +to teach them drawing at first.</p> + +<p> To this she demurred; the pay was so poor that +she pleaded to be allowed to have one little class in +English.</p> + +<p> I was dubious; but, as it was only a beginner's +class, I consented—upon her solemn promise to +"cut out all ragtime classics and teach plain cats +and dogs, rats and mice."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span> The process of readjustment in life is sometimes +as painful as skin grafting. The passing of each +day under the new conditions which Zura's coming +had brought about marked for both of us either a decided +growth or a complete backset. With earnestness +I endeavored to make my old eyes see the world +and all its allurements from the windows of Zura's +uncontrolled youth. Earnestly I then appealed to +her to try to understand that life was a school and +not a playground and to look without prejudice at +the reasonableness of conventions which life in any +country demanded, if happiness was to come.</p> + +<p> For the first time since I had known her the girl +seemed fully to realize that regulated law was a +force, and no bogey man which crabbed old grandfathers +dangled before pleasure-loving girls, and for +her running loose in the green pasture of life was +at an end. The bit she must learn to wear would +teach her to be bridle wise. However stupid, the +process was an unavoidable necessity.</p> + +<p> Zura was really serious when we finished our long +conference. She leaned over and put her hand on +mine. "Nobody but father was ever so kind to +me. I'll truly do my best." As if afraid of growing +too serious she added: "But, Miss Jenkins,"—her +voice was low and her eyes sparkled, proving +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span>how hard the old Zura was dying—"I just bet I +kick over the traces some time. I feel it in my system."</p> + +<p> "You what?" I reminded.</p> + +<p> "Madam, I have a premonition that this process +of eliminating the gay and the festive will be something +of a herculean task. In other words, keeping +in the middle of the road is a dull, tough job."</p> + +<p> "Oh, Zura!" I cried despairingly.</p> + +<p> "Yes'm. But from this minute I am starting +down the track on the race for reformation. Give +me time. Even a colt can't get a new character and +a sweet disposition in a week."</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> As the days passed it proved not a race, but a +hard, up-hill battle, where in gaining one fight she +sometimes lost two, and while still aching with the +last defeat had to begin all over again. The vision, +though, of the home-going to America lured and +beckoned her to the utmost effort to conquer not only +circumstances, but herself.</p> + +<p> Jane and I helped whenever we could, but there +were places so dark through which the girl must +pass alone, that not even our fast increasing love +could light the shadows of the struggles.</p> + +<p> I realized that a young girl should have young +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span>company of her own kind; but there was none for +her. In Hijiyama, and especially in our neighborhood, +were many high-class families. Even members +of the royal line claimed it as residence. With +these the taint of foreign blood in any Japanese +marked that person impossible. I dreaded to tell +Zura this. She saved me the trouble by finding +it out for herself. Ever afterward, when by chance +she encountered the elect, her attitude caused me no +end of delight and amusement. In courteous snubbing +she outclassed the highest and most conservative +to them. In absenting herself from their presence +Zura's queenly dignity would have been matchless, +had she been a little taller.</p> + +<p> As much as possible, I made of myself a companion +for her and the most of our days were spent +together.</p> + +<p> It was a curious pact between young and old. +One learning to keep the law, the other to break it, +for in my efforts to be a gay comrade as well as a +wise mother I came as near to breaking my neck +as my well-seasoned habits. Zura had a passion for +out-of-door sketching, as violent as the whooping +cough and lasting longer and the particular view +she craved proved always most difficult of access, +It severely tested my durability and mettle. I +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span>wondered if Zura had this in mind, but I stuck +grimly to my task and though often with aching +muscles and panting lungs, scrambled by dangerous +paths to the edge of some precipice where I dared +neither to stand up nor to sit down, but I had longed +for excitement and happenings and dared not complain +when my wish was fulfilled.</p> + +<p> I could always count upon it that, whatever place +Zura chose, from there one could obtain the most +splendid view of vast stretches of sea, the curve of +a temple roof, a crooked pine, or a mass of blossom. +She was as irresistibly drawn to the beautiful +as love is to youth. Her passion for the lovely +scenery of Japan amounted almost to worship.</p> + +<p> I had never been a model for anything. Now +I was used as such by my companion indiscriminately, +in the background, in the foreground and +once as a grayhaired witch. I was commanded to +sit still, to not wink an eyelash, though the mosquitoes +feasted and the hornets buzzed.</p> + +<p> Fortunately the summer holiday gave me some +leisure. I absorbed every moment seeking comprehension +of youthful ways of looking at things, +and in Zura's effort to reduce her wild gallop to a +sober pace, the way was as rough for the girl, as the +climb up the mountain side was for me. Often she +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span>stumbled and was bruised in the fall. Brushing +aside the tears of discouragement she pluckily faced +about and tried again.</p> + +<p> There were many battles of tongue and spirit but +when the smoke had been swept away, the vision was +clearer, the purpose firmer.</p> + +<p> That monotony might not work disaster or routine +grow irksome our workdays were interspersed with +picnics, journeys to famous spots and, for the nights, +moonlight sails on the Inland Sea.</p> + +<p> Page Hanaford was our frequent guest. To +Jane and me his attitude was one of kindly deference +and attention. Towards Zura it was the mighty +call of youth to youth. She answered with ready +friendship. It was easy to see that the boy was +buoyant by nature, but the moods that sometimes +overtook him were strange. Often at a moment +when the merriment was at its height, the hand of +some invisible enemy seemed to reach out and clutch +him in a dumb horror, confused the frankness of +his eyes, left him with bloodless lips. From light-hearted +happiness he plunged to silent gloom.</p> + +<p> Twice it had occurred when the day was heavy +with moisture, thick and superheated by the summer's +sun. The last time it happened, to the heat +was added the excitement of a police launch stop<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span>ping +our little pleasure craft and demanding our +names and business. When it left Page grew silent +and, until we landed, lay in the prow his face hidden +by his hat. Mental or physical I could not say. I +wished I knew for it subtracted the joy from the +day as surely as dampness takes the kink out of unnatural +curls.</p> + +<p> When I mentioned the incident to Jane, she only +looked wise and smiled. I could almost believe she +was glad, for it gave her unlimited opportunity for +coddling. Zura made no comment. So great was +the rebound partial freedom induced, her spirits refused +to descend from the exhilarating heights of +"having a good time and doing things." She +blandly ignored any suggestion of hidden trouble, +or the possibility of it daring to come in the future. +Untiring in her preparations for our festivities, +the hour of their happening found her so gracious +a hostess, naturally she was the pivot around which +the other three of us swung.</p> + +<p> I wondered if, in our many festivities we were not +forming habits of useless dissipation. Jane said +our parties were much livelier than church socials at +home. Our experienced leader assured me, however, +these picnics were as slow as a gathering of +turtles in a coral cave, but they continued, ceasing +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span>only when the nights grew too chill for comfort. +Our pleasures were then transferred to the homeyness +of the little living-room in "The House of the +Misty Star."</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> In my adoption of Zura the humor was incidental; +in Zura's adoption of Jane it was uppermost. From +the first the girl assumed proprietorship and authority +that kept the little gray missionary see-sawing +between pleasure and trouble. By Zura's merry +teasing Jane's naturally stammering tongue was +fatally twisted. She joked till tears were near; then +with swift compunction Jane was caught in arms +tender and strong and loved back to happiness.</p> + +<p> Like a mother guarding a busy careless child, +Zura watched Miss Gray's comings and goings. +Overshoes and wraps became a special subject of +argument. There was no denying that in the arrangement +of Jane's clothes there was a startling +transformation.</p> + +<p> My attention was called to this one morning when +I heard a merry, audacious voice cry out, "See here, +Lady Jinny, do you think it a hallmark of piety to +have that hefty safety-pin showing in your waistband? +Walk right back and get your belt."</p> + +<p> "Oh, Zury," pleaded the harassed woman, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span>"what's the use of putting it on? I'll just have +to take it off to-night and, my dear, people are waiting +for me."</p> + +<p> "Let 'em whistle, Sweetheart," was the unmoved +response. "Even though the heathen roar, I cannot +turn aside from my purpose of making you a +Parisian fashion-plate."</p> + +<p> "Yes, child! It is good of you to want to dress +me up. But," with a half-laugh, "don't try to make +me resemble one of those foreign fashion ladies. I +saw one picture in a style paper that looked almost +immoral. The placket of the dress was at the foot +and showed two inches of the ankle."</p> + +<p> "Trust your mother, innocent child," Zura advised, +"those picture ladies don't wear dresses, just +symptoms and I'd slap anybody that would ask you +to wear a symptom. Now, tell me where to search +for your belt."</p> + +<p> Jane, ever weak in certain resistances, yielded and +adored the more while submitting.</p> + +<p> Under Zura's care Jane's person grew neater and +trimmer. In her face, now filled out with proper +food and rest, there was a look of happiness as if +some great hope foreshadowed fulfilment.</p> + +<p> The self-appointed missionary in her talks with +me seldom referred to her work in detail. I re<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span>spected +her reserve and asked no questions, for I +gravely doubted any good results from her labor. +But to Zura she confided her plans and her dreams, +and Zura having many dreams of her own, listened +and sympathized. In all the Empire there was no +collection of humanity that could surpass in degradation +and sordid evil the inhabitants of the quarter +that Jane Gray had chosen to uplift. Time and +again the best-trained workers had experimented in +this place. Men and women with splendid theories, +and the courage to try them had given it up as hopeless, +for fear of their lives.</p> + +<p> Once only I remonstrated with Miss Gray and +that when there had been in that section an unprovoked +murder of particular horror. The answer +of the frail woman was:</p> + +<p> "I don't want to make you anxious, Miss Jenkins, +but I must go back. The people are my +friends. I've been charged with a message for +them and I must deliver it. My poor life would +be small forfeit, could I but make them fully understand."</p> + +<p> I said no more for I thought if Jane was set on +dying that way she'd just as well get all the pleasure +out of it possible. To my surprise, unmolested and +unafraid, she made her way through streets where +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span>no one officer went alone. Haunts of criminals and +gamblers, murderers in hiding followed by their unspeakable +womenkind.</p> + +<p> This dream of Miss Gray's scorned to limit itself +to a hospital for diseased bodies of the wretched inhabitants, +but included a chapel for sick souls. +These days it was difficult enough to get money for +real things, the unreal stood no chance. Without +resources of her own, backed by no organization, +it seemed to me, like a child planning a palace. To +the little missionary the dawn of each glorious day +brought new enthusiasm, fresh confidence and the +vision was an ever beckoning fire, which might +consume her body if it would accomplish her desire.</p> + +<p> At present she rented a tiny house in the Quarters +and called it her preaching place. I was told that to +it flocked the outcasts of life who listened in silent +curiosity to the strange foreign woman delivering +a message from a stranger foreign God.</p> + +<p> As the days went by the members of my household +were deeply absorbed in dreams of a hospital, pursuit +of passage money to America, and wisdom in +guiding girls.</p> + +<p> In all the years in my adopted country I'd never +seen so lovely an autumn. Colors were brighter, the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span>haze bluer, and far more tender the smile of the +heavens on the face of the waters.</p> + +<p> The song of the North wind through the top of +the ancient pines was no melancholy dirge of the +dying summer, but a hymn of peace and restful joy +to the coming winter.</p> + +<p> One lovely day melted into another. The year +was sinking softly to its close when one evening +found Zura, Jane and me quietly at work in the +living-room of the House of the Misty Star. Jane +was knitting on the eternal bibs, Zura adding figures +in a little book.</p> + +<p> Our quiet was broken by a knock at the door. +Maple Leaf appeared bearing on a tray a pink folded +paper.</p> + +<p> "It's a cable; I know its color," exclaimed Zura, +"and it's for Miss Jane Gray."</p> + +<p> With shaking fingers Jane tore open the message. +She read, then dropped her face in her hands.</p> + +<p> "What is it?" I asked anxiously.</p> + +<p> "It's the hospital."</p> + +<p> "In a cable?" cried Zura. "Think of that and +break into tears."</p> + +<p> "No, the money for it."</p> + +<p> "Money! Where did you get it?" I demanded, +thinking that Jane had suddenly gone crazy.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span> "I prayed and wrote letters," she answered. +"Read."</p> + +<p> Still doubting I took the paper and read aloud:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>Build hospital. Draft for four thousand dollars on way.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Friends of the Cause.</span></p></div> + +<p> For minutes the ticking of the clock sounded like +the dropping of pebbles in a still pool. I could not +speak, for the wonder of a miracle was upon me. +By faith the impossible had come to pass. Finally +Jane looked up and asked wistfully, "Oh! Zury, +aren't you glad for me?"</p> + +<p> "Glad!" echoed the girl, leaning over and caressing +the faded cheek. "I'm as happy as if I were +pinning on my own orange blossoms this minute. +Dear, dear little Jinny with her beautiful dream +coming true!"</p> + +<p> I had never thought Zura beautiful. Now, as she +bent over Jane, flushed with excitement, her eyes +deep glowing, her shining hair flashing back the +red of the firelight, she was as brilliant as a +golden pheasant hovering above a little gray sparrow.</p> + +<p> With some sudden memory the girl stood erect +and reached for a calendar. "Hurrah!" she cried, +"It's true! To-morrow is Thanksgiving at home. +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span>We are going to celebrate too, if I have to sell my +shoes."</p> + +<p> Seeing Jane still shaken with emotion and the +glad tears so close to hand, Zura jumped up on a +chair and began to read from the calendar as if it +were a proclamation:</p> + +<p> "Know all ye! Wherever you be up above or +down below, far or near on the to-morrow, by my +command, every citizen of these United States is to +assemble all by himself, or with his best girl and give +thanks. Thanks for living and for giving. Thanks +for hospitals and people to build them. Sermons to +preach and sinners to hear. Then give thanks and +still more thanks, that to you and to me, the beautifulest +land the good God ever made spells home, and +friends, and America! Amen."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></p> +<h2><a name="XIII" id="XIII"></a>XIII</h2> + +<h3>A THANKSGIVING DINNER</h3> + + +<p> More and more Zura had assumed the duties +of our housekeeping. The generous sum +Kishimoto San promptly forwarded each month for +her maintenance so relieved the financial pressure +that I was able to relax somewhat my vigilance over +the treasury. So I stepped aside that her ambition +and energy might have full expression. I knew that +absorbing work erases restlessness in mind and heart +as effectively as a hot iron smooths out a rough-dried +cloth. I urged her to further experiments +and made a joke of her many mistakes, ofttimes +when it was sheer waste of material. But what mattered +that? Better to die softheaded, than hardhearted. +I wanted the girl to be happy. Rather +than be separated, I would let her make a bonfire +of every bean, potato and barrel of flour in the +house. As even the sun has specks on it, I saw no +reason to be too critical of my understudy, whose +shortcomings grew less as she grew prettier.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span> With all the cocksureness of youth, Zura seized +the domestic steering gear. Sometimes the weather +was very fair and we sailed along. Often it was +squally, but the crew was merry, and I was happy. +I had something of my very own to love.</p> + +<p> To Pine Tree and Maple Leaf and the ancient +cook the young housekeeper was a gifted being from +a wonderful country where every woman was a +princess. Unquestioningly they obeyed and adored +her, but Ishi to whom no woman was a princess and +all of them nuisances—stood proof against Zura's +every smile and coaxing word. Love of flowers +amounted to a passion with the old gardener. To +him they were living, breathing beings to be adored +and jealously protected. His forefathers had ever +been keepers of this place. He inherited all their +garden skill and his equal could not be found in the +Empire. For that reason, I forgave his backsliding +seventy times one hundred and seventy, and kept +him.</p> + +<p> Often Zura took the children she used as models +for her pictures into the garden and loaded them +with flowers. On the mossy banks they romped and +indulged in feasts of tea and crackers. Ishi would +stand near and invoke the vengeance of eighty thousand +deities to descend and annihilate this forward +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span>girl from a land of barbarians. Finding his deities +failed to respond, he threatened to cast his unworthy +body upon the point of a sword, if Zura cut another +bud. But I knew, if Ishi's love of flowers failed +to prevent so tragic an end, his love of sake would +do so.</p> + +<p> For years the garden had been his undisturbed +kingdom, and now that it should be invaded and the +flowers cut without his permission and frequently +without his knowledge enraged him to the bursting +point. His habits were as set as the wart on his +nose and he proposed to change neither one nor the +other. "Most very bad," he wailed to me. "All +blossoms soul have got. Bad girl cut off head of +same; peaceful makes absence from their hearts. +Their weep strikes my ear."</p> + +<p> So on the day we were to celebrate Thanksgiving +and Jane's happiness, and Zura had declared her +intention of decorating every spot in the house, I +was not surprised to hear coming from the garden +sounds of an overheated argument. "Ishi, if it +weren't for hurting the feelings of the august pig +I would say you were it. Stand aside and let me +cut those roses. There's a thousand of them, if +there's one."</p> + +<p> The protest came high and shrill. "Decapitate +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span>heads! You sha'n't not! All of ones convey soul +of great ancestors."</p> + +<p> "Do they?"—in high glee—"all right, I'll +make the souls of your blessed ancestors serve as +a decoration for America's glorious festival day."</p> + +<p> The outraged Ishi fairly shrieked. "Ishi's ancestors! +America! You have blasphemeness. I +perish to recover!"</p> + +<p> Hostilities were suspended for a minute.</p> + +<p> Then Zura's fresh young voice called out from +below my window: "Ursula, please instruct this +bow-legged image of an honorable monkey to let +me cut the roses. Hurry, else my hand may get +loose and 'swat' him."</p> + +<p> What the child meant by "swat" I had no idea; +neither did I care. She had called me "Ursula!" +Since childhood I had not heard the name. Coming +from her lips it went through me like a sharp, +sweet pain. Had she beheaded every rose and old +Ishi in the bargain I would have smiled, for something +in me was being satisfied.</p> + +<p> I gave orders to Ishi, to which Zura added, "You +are to take your dishonorable old body to the furthermost +shrine, and repent of your rudeness to +your young mistress." As he turned his angry back +upon her, she inquired in honeyed tones, "Mercy, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span>Ishi! How did you ever teach your face to look +that way? Take it to a circus! It will make a +fortune!"</p> + +<p> Very soon after she came into the room so laden +with roses that I could just see her face. "Aren't +they darlings?" she exclaimed. "Poor old Ishi, I +can't blame him much!" Then to me, "Say, beautifulest, +tell you what: I'll arrange these flowers +and I promise, if I find a sign of an ancestor, I'll +go at once and apologize to his mighty madness—if +you will write a note to Mr. Hanaford and bid +him to the Thanksgiving feast."</p> + +<p> I agreed, and she went her busy way. In addressing +the note to Page, I was reminded that a +few days before his servant had called for a package +of his master's clothing which Jane and I kept +in repair. To my surprise the servant said that +Hanaford San had gone away on business.</p> + +<p> Possibly my look of astonishment at the news +invited confidence. After glancing around to make +sure we were alone, he approached and in mixed +Japanese and broken English told me how his heart +was weighed "with anxious" for his employer. +He said his master was very kind. Therefore, +Master's trouble was his. Sometimes the young +man was happy and sang tunes through whistle of +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span>lips; but one day he walked the floor all night. +Lately he sat by the windows long hours and look +fast into picture scenery. He feared illness for +master. Often he forget to sing, whistle, and eat +foods; just sit with hand on head. "One time I +say 'Master, have got painful in brain spot? Or +have fox spirit got brain?' He give big laugh; +then myself makes many fools to see happy stay +with master."</p> + +<p> He wished Hanaford San had some people, but +in his room was not one picture of ancestor. He +never had a happy time with many guests, and +samisens and feast drinks, like other young American +Dana Sans in Yokohama. When not teaching +he sat alone with only his pipe and heart for company, +sometimes a book.</p> + +<p> It was not polite for him to speak of Master's +affairs but he hoped the foreign Sensies could advise +him how to make Hanaford San have more +happy thoughts all of time.</p> + +<p> I told the boy that Mr. Hanaford had lost his +money and all his people, and probably it was +thoughts of these losses that caused his sad hours; +he would be all right in time.</p> + +<p> "Time," murmured the unsatisfied man, "time +very long for troubled heart of young."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span> Then, as if trying to forget that he was powerless +to help, he began to recite the events of a recent +visit to the city of a group of Tokio's famous detectives. +They were searching for special fugitives +and making the rounds of all suspicious quarters. +It was most exciting and because of master's absence +he had been able to see much. Though he +wished Page had been at home. It might have +entertained him. With many thanks for my "listening +ear" the servant left.</p> + +<p> Everywhere I looked I seemed to see this question +written: Was Page Hanaford's absence at +the time of the detectives' visit accidental or +planned? Try as I would to put the hateful thought +away from me, it came back again and again.</p> + +<p> The boy's slow return to health had troubled me +more than I could well say. It was so unnatural. +Jane and I did everything that sincere affection +could suggest to ward off the hours of strange dejection, +and he never failed in appreciation; yet we +made no headway to a permanent sunny spot in +his life, where he could be always happy and healthy, +as was the right of youth. I gave him every opportunity +to tell me what caused his moods. I showed +him by my interest and sympathy that I wanted +to believe in him and would stand by him at any +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span>cost. There were times when he seemed on the +verge of making a confidant of me, but his lips refused +to utter the words.</p> + +<p> Usually he responded eagerly to Zura's gay coaxings +to friendship and gladly shared her blithesome +fun; but sometimes there was a look in his eyes +such as a youthful prisoner might have when he +knew that for life he is barred from blue skies. +As time went on less often appeared the playful +curve of his lips, the crinkly smile in the corners +of his eyes.</p> + +<p> Once in the moonlight I saw him stretch out his +hand as if to touch Zura's glistening hair. Some +memory smote him. He drew back sharply.</p> + +<p> At times I was sure that he was purposely +avoiding her. Yet the thought seemed foolish. If +ever there was a goodly sight for eyes glad or sad +it was the incarnation of joyous girlhood whose +name was Zura Wingate.</p> + +<p> Unable to solve the puzzle, I could only give my +unstinted attention to the boy and girl. If only +our armor of love could shield the beloved!</p> + +<p> I sent the invitation for the Thanksgiving celebration, +and was much relieved by the answer +that Mr. Hanaford would join us that evening.</p> + +<p> The dinner was a great success. For all of us +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span>it was full of good cheer. Jane in her happiness +looked years younger. She was in high glee.</p> + +<p> "Do you know, my friends in the Quarters are +so happy over the hospital," she exclaimed. "I +was obliged to ask the Sake Ya to sell only one little +bottle of wine to each man. He promised and +said he would dilute it at that. Wasn't it good of +him to do it? Oh! it's beautiful how big difficulties +are melting away—just like fax in the wire!" +She joined in the laugh at her expense.</p> + +<p> Zura urged, "Lady Jinny, please get you a pair +of crutches for that limp in your tongue."</p> + +<p> "Better than that, child. First operation in the +hospital will be to take the kinks out of my foolish, +twisted words."</p> + +<p> Afterwards in the sitting-room Zura went through +her pretty little ceremony of making after-dinner +coffee and serving it in some rare old Kutani cups. +The wonderful decoration of the frail china led her +to talk of the many phases of Japan and its life that +appealed to the artist. Of the lights and shadows +on land and sea the effects of the mists and the +combination of color that defied mere paint.</p> + +<p> I'd never heard Zura talk so well nor so enthusiastically +on a sensible subject. For a moment +I had a hope that her love for the beauty of the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span>country would overcome her antagonism to her +mother's people. I was quickly undeceived.</p> + +<p> Then, as if fearful that praise for the glories of +old Nippon might make her seem forgetful of the +festal day of her own land, she flashed out, "But +please don't anybody forget that I am an American +to the marrow-bone." She turned to Page. "Did +you come direct from America to Japan?"</p> + +<p> The usual miserable flush of confusion covered +the boy's face. "Well—you see, I never keep +track of dates; guess I'm too—maybe I've traveled +a bit too much to count days—"</p> + +<p> Either ignoring Page's evasion or not seeing it, +Zura continued, "But you love the blessed old country, +don't you?"</p> + +<p> "With all my heart," he answered fervently.</p> + +<p> "Then why do you stay out here? A man can +go where he pleases."</p> + +<p> "I have my work on hand and riches in mind. +You know the old saw about a rolling stone?"</p> + +<p> "Indeed I do. It gathers no moss. Neither +does it collect burrs in gray whiskers and hayseed +in long hair. I tell you," she half-whispered, leaning +towards him confidentially, "Let's you and I +kidnap Jane and Ursula and emigrate to 'Dixie +Land, the land of cotton, where fun and life are +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span>easily gotten.' Are you with me?" she audaciously +challenged.</p> + +<p> Page's face matched the white flowers near him. +With a lightness, all assumed, he answered, "All +right; but wait till I make a fortune—teaching." +He arose, saying he would go out on the balcony +for a smoke.</p> + +<p> Soon after that Jane left, saying she must write +many letters of thanks.</p> + +<p> I was alone with Zura. The night being mild +for the time of year, she proposed that we stroll +in the garden. To her this lovely spot was something +new and beautiful. To me it was something +old and tender, but the charm, the spell it wove +around us both was the same. It lay in perfect +peace, kissed to silence and tender mystery by the +splendor of the great, red, autumn moon. More +beautiful now, the legend said, because the gods +gathered all the brilliant coloring from the dying +foliage and gave it to the pale moon lady for safe +keeping.</p> + +<p> "And look," exclaimed Zura, as we walked beside +the waters which gave back the unclouded +glory, "if the shining dame isn't using our lake +for a looking-glass. You know, Ursula, this is +the only night in the year the moon wears a hat. +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span>It's made from the scent of the flowers. Doesn't +that halo around her look like a chapeau?"</p> + +<p> We strolled along, and to Zura's pleadings I answered +with ghost legends and myths from a full +store gathered through long, lonely years. Charmed +by the magic of the night and the wonder of the +garden, we lingered long.</p> + +<p> We paused in the ghostly half-light of the tall +bamboo where the moonlight trickled through, to +listen to the song of the Mysterious Bird of the +Spirit Land. The bird is seldom seen alive, but if +separated from its mate, at once it begins the search +by a soft appealing call. If absence is prolonged +the call increases to heart-breaking moaning, till +from exhaustion the bird droops head downward +and dies from grief.</p> + +<p> That night the mate was surely lost. The lonely +feathered thing made us shiver with the weirdness +of its sad notes.</p> + +<p> Suddenly we remembered the lateness of the +hour and our guest. We took a short cut across +the soft grass toward the house.</p> + +<p> We turned sharply around a clump of bamboo +and halted. A few steps before us was Page Hanaford. +Seated on the edge of an old stone lantern, +head in hands, out of the bitterness of some agony +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span>we heard him cry, "God in Heaven! <i>How</i> can I +tell her!"</p> + +<p> Zura and I clutched hands and crept away to the +house. Even then we did not dare to look each +other in the face.</p> + +<p> Soon after Page came in. He gave no sign of +his recent storm, but said good-night to me and, +looking down at Zura, he held out his hand without +speaking.</p> + +<p> Now that I could see the girl's face I could hardly +believe she was the same being. With flushed +cheeks and downcast eyes she stood in wondering +silence, as if in stumbling upon a secret place in a +man's soul, she had fallen upon undiscovered regions +in her own.</p> + +<p> When I returned from locking the door after +Page, Zura had gone to her room.</p> + +<p> In the night I remembered that not once had Page +referred to his absence from the city.</p> + +<p> Zura, Jane and I had not often discussed young +Hanaford. When we did, it was how we could +give him pleasure rather than the probable cause +of his spells of dejection. But when I found Jane +alone the next day and told her what we had seen +in the gardens, omitting what we'd heard, she had +an explanation for the whole affair.</p> + +<p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 399px;"><a href="images/img199.jpg"> +<img src="images/img199th.jpg" width="399" height="316" alt=""God in Heaven. How can I tell her!"" title=""God in Heaven. How can I tell her!"" /></a> +<span class="caption">"God in Heaven. How can I tell her!"</span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span> + "It is perfectly plain, Miss Jenkins. Page has +been disappointed in love. I know the signs," Jane +said with a little sigh, brightening as she went on, +"but that doesn't kill, just hurts, and makes people +moody. I am going to tell Page I know his secret. +I know, too, a recipe that will soon heal wounds +like his. We have it right here in the house."</p> + +<p> "Oh! Jane Gray," I said, exasperated, "do cultivate +a little common sense. Now you run along +and make us some beaten biscuit for supper by that +recipe that you know is infallible, and do not add +to Page's burden whatever it is, by trying your sentimental +remedies on him."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></p> +<h2><a name="XIV" id="XIV"></a>XIV</h2> + +<h3>WHAT THE SETTING SUN REVEALED</h3> + + +<p> I heard Zura softly singing as she went about +her work. She sang more and talked less in +the two weeks that followed our Thanksgiving celebration +than ever before since I had known her. +In that time we had not seen Page. In our one +talk of what we had seen in the garden Zura simply +remarked that she supposed what we heard Page +say meant he dreaded to tell somebody of the loss +of his fortune and family. She lightly scoffed at +my suggestion of anything more serious. I prayed +that might be true, but why his confusion and evasion?</p> + +<p> Thoughts of the boy and his secret would have +weighed heavily upon me had it not been for my +joy in seeing day by day the increasing sweetness +and graciousness of my adopted child. Her gentleness +of manner and speech often caused me to +wonder if she could be the same untamed hoyden +of some months ago. Every day I prided myself +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span>on my quick understanding of girls, also of the way +to rear them. It made me more than happy to see +what I was accomplishing with Jane's help. While +it was no royal road to peace and happiness which +we traveled, for Zura's impatience with the Orient +and its ways, her rebellion against the stigma laid +upon Eurasians, brought the shadows upon many +a day's sunshine, yet, as the time slipped by, there +seemed to be a growing contentment. There were +fewer references made to a definite return to America. +In the prospect of her permanent stay with +me, I found great joy.</p> + +<p> Her high spirits found expression in her work. +Her love of excitement fed on encounters with Ishi +and in teasing Jane.</p> + +<p> One afternoon she locked the old gardener up in +a tea-house till he apologized for some disrespect. +She detained him till intense fear of the coming +darkness induced him to submit.</p> + +<p> One night Jane brought home a long bundle.</p> + +<p> "A new dress, Saint Jinny?" asked Zura.</p> + +<p> "No, honey, I haven't had a store dress in ten +years. One somebody is through with becomes me +quite well. These are the models for my hospital."</p> + +<p> "You mean plans, don't you? You wouldn't be +caught bringing home a model. Models are ladies +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span>who would be overcome by the superfluous drapery +of a dress. My daddy used them for pictures in +his studio. Sit right down here by the fire, Miss +Jaygray, and while you dissipate in hot beef tea, +I'll give you a lesson on models."</p> + +<p> Zura painted so graphically a word picture of her +father's studio it made me laugh, for I knew well +enough that such clotheless creatures would not be +permitted outside the Cannibal islands. The sheriff +would take them up.</p> + +<p> As Zura continued her wild exaggerations a look +of horror covered Miss Gray's face.</p> + +<p> "Oh! Zury!" she cried. "Surely those ladies +had on part of a dress."</p> + +<p> "No! angel child, not even a symptom. Daddy +didn't want to paint their clothes. He wanted to +copy the curves that grew on the people."</p> + +<p> Jane covered her eyes and spoke in a voice filled +with trouble.</p> + +<p> "Dearie! I've lived in America a long time but +I didn't know there were people like that! I'm +really afraid they aren't selling their souls for the +highest price."</p> + +<p> "Daddy wasn't dealing in souls, but he did pay +a pretty high price for lines."</p> + +<p> Jane, unsatisfied, asked why her father couldn't +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span>use statues for his model and Zura seeing how +troubled her friend was for the souls of the undressed, +asked with eager sympathy to be allowed +to see the plans for the soon-to-be built hospital.</p> + +<p> The ground for the building had been purchased +and work was well on the way. Shortly the roof-raising +ceremony would take place. In this part +of the country it is the most important event in +building. Jane said that we were all expected to +attend these exercises, even if we were so afraid +of the criminal quarters that we had to take our +hearts in our hands to enter.</p> + +<p> Brown head and gray were bent together over +blueprints and long columns of figures. Both maid +and woman were frail and delicate tools to be used +in the up-building of wrecked lives. Yet by the +skill of the Master Mechanic these instruments were +not only working wonders in other lives, but also +something very beautiful in their own.</p> + +<p> Zura took untiring interest in all Jane's plans +for the after-festivities of the occasion. Most of +their evenings were spent in arranging programs. I +took no part. My hands were full of my own work +and, while they talked, I paused to listen and was +delighted not only in the transformation of Zura, +but also in my own enlarged understanding of her.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span> I loved all young things, and youth itself, but I +had never been near them before. With tender interest +I watched every mood of Zura's, passing from +an untamed child to a lovely girl. Sometimes her +bounding spirits seemed overlaid by a soft enchantment. +She would sit chin in palm, dark, luminous +eyes gazing out into space as if she saw some wonderful +picture. I suppose most girls do this. I +never had time, but I made it possible for Zura to +have her dreams. She should have all that I had +missed, if I could give it to her—even a lover in +years to come. I did not share these thoughts with +Jane, for it is plain human to be irritated when we +see our weaknesses reflected in another, and encouragement +was the last thing Jane's sentimental +soul needed. I failed to make out what had come +over my companion these days; she would fasten +her eyes on Zura and smile knowingly, as if telling +herself a happy secret, sighing softly the while. +And poetry! We ate, lived and slept to the swing +of some love ditty.</p> + +<p> Once I found Zura in a mood of gentle brooding. +I suggested to her that, as the year was drawing to +a close, it would be wise to start the new one with +a clean bill of conscience. Did she not think it +would be well for her to write to her grandfather +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span>and tell him she could see now that she had made +it most difficult for him? That while she didn't +want to be taken back she would like to be friends +with him?</p> + +<p> At once she was alert, but not aggressively so as +in the past. "Ursula, I'll do it if you insist; but +it wouldn't be honest and I couldn't be polite. I +do not want to be friends with that old man who +labels everybody evil that doesn't think as he does. +We'd never think alike in a thousand years. +What's the use of poking up a tiger when he's +quiet?"</p> + +<p> I persuaded.</p> + +<p> She evaded by saying at last: "Well, some time—maybe. +I have too much on my mind now."</p> + +<p> "What, Zura?"</p> + +<p> "Oh, my future—and a few other things."</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> Kishimoto San had never honored me with a +visit since his granddaughter had been an inmate +of my house. Whenever a business conference was +necessary, I was requested, by mail, to "assemble" +in the audience chamber of the Normal School.</p> + +<p> The man was beginning to look old and broken +but he still faithfully carried out his many duties +of office and religion.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span> He never retreated one inch in his fight against +all innovations that would make the country the +less Japanese or his faith less Buddhistic. More +often than not he stood alone and faced the bitter +opposition of the progressives. In no one thing +did he so prove his unconquerable spirit and his +great ideals for his country as the patience with +which he endured the ridicule of his opponents. +For to a man of the proud and sensitive East, shot +and shell are far easier to face than ridicule.</p> + +<p> On a certain afternoon I had gone to meet with +a committee to discuss a question pertaining to a +school regulation, by which the girl students of +the city schools would be granted liberty in dress +and conduct more equal with the boys. Of course +Kishimoto San stood firm against so radical a measure. +Another member of the committee asked him +if he did not believe in progress. The unbending +old man answered sternly:</p> + +<p> "Progress—yes. But a progress based on the +traditions of our august ancestors, not a progress +founded on Western principle, which, if adopted by +us unmodified, means that we, with our legions of +years behind us, our forefathers descended from +the gods, as they were, will be neither wholly East +nor West but a something as distorted as a dragon's +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span>body with the heads and wings of an eagle. Progress! +Have not our misconceptions of progress +cost us countless lives and sickening humiliations? +Has not the breaking of traditions threatened the +very foundations of our homes? Small wonder +the foreign nations offer careless insult when we +stoop to make monkeys of ourselves and adopt customs +and assume a civilization that can no more +be grafted on to our nation than cabbage can be +grown on plum trees. Take what is needful to +strengthen and uplift. Make the highest and best +of any land your own standard and live thereby. +But remember, in long years ago the divine gods +created you Japanese, and to the end of eternity, +struggle as you may, as such you cannot escape your +destiny!"</p> + +<p> As he finished his impassioned speech, a ray of +sun fell upon his face, lifted in stern warning to +his opponents. He was like a figure of the Past +demanding reverence and a hearing from the Present.</p> + +<p> For the time he won his point and I was glad, +for it was Kishimoto San's last public speech. Soon +after he was stricken with a lingering illness.</p> + +<p> In previous talks he had neither asked after his +granddaughter nor referred to her. But this after<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span>noon, +taking advantage of his look of half-pleasure +caused by the victory he had won single handed, I +took occasion, when offering congratulations, to +give him every opportunity to inquire as to Zura +and her progress. I was very proud of what I +had done with the girl, of the change her affection +for Jane and me had accomplished.</p> + +<p> Naturally I was anxious to exhibit my handiwork. +As well tempt a mountain lion to inspect +a piece of beautiful tapestry in the process of weaving.</p> + +<p> However tactfully I led up to the subject he +walked around it without touching it. To him she +was not. Reconciliation was afar off. I said +good-by and left. It was this and the speech I +had heard in the afternoon that occupied my mind +as I wended my way home.</p> + +<p> Of course the country must go forward; but it +was a pity that, even if progress were not compatible +with tradition, it could not be tempered with beauty. +Why must the youth of the land adopt those hideous +imitations of foreign clothes? The flower-like +children wear on their heads the grotesque combinations +of muslin and chicken feathers they called +hats? There are miles of ancient moats around the +city, filled with lotus, the great pink-and-white blos<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span>soms +giving joy to the eye as its roots gave food +for the body. Slowly these stretches of loveliness +were being turned into dreary levels of sand for +the roadbed of a trolley. Even now the quiet of +the city was broken by the clang of the street-car +gong. I was taking my first ride that day.</p> + +<p> With Kishimoto San's plea for progress of the +right kind still ringing in my ears, my eyes fell +upon some of the rules for the conduct of the passengers, +printed in large type, and hung upon the +front door of the car:</p> + +<p> "Please do not stick your knees or your elbows +out of the windows."</p> + +<p> "Fat people must ride on the platform."</p> + +<p> "Soiled coolies must take a bath before entering."</p> + +<p> An advertisement in English emphasized the talk +of the afternoon: "Invaluable most fragrant and +nice pills, especially for sudden illness. For refreshing +drooping minds and regulating disordered +spirits, whooping cough and helping reconvalescents +to progress."</p> + +<p> The force of Kishimoto's appeal was strong upon +me.</p> + +<p> I alighted at my street and began the climb that +led to my house. Halfway up a picture-book tea-<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span>house +offered hospitality; in its miniature garden +I paused to rest and faced the sea in all its evening +beauty. Happily the glory of the skies and the +tender loveliness of the hills still belonged to their +Maker, untouched by commercialism.</p> + +<p> The golden track of the setting sun streamed +across the mountain tops and turned to fiery red a +feathery shock of distant clouds. High and clear +came the note of a wild goose as he called to his +mate on their homeward flight. In the city below +a thousand lights danced and beckoned through the +soft velvet shadows of coming night. There fluttered +up to me many sounds—a temple bell, the +happy call of children at play, cheerful echoes of +home-like content, the gentle gaiety of simple life. +It was for these, the foundations of the Empire, +that Kishimoto San feared ruin, with the coming +of too sudden a transition.</p> + +<p> But I forgot the man and his woes. The spell +of heavenly peace that spread upon land and sea +fell like a benediction.</p> + +<p> It crept into my heart and filled me with thankfulness +that I had known this land and its people +and for all the blessings that had fallen to me in +the coming of Zura Wingate. Gratitude for my +full understanding of her was deep. If only the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span>shadows could be cleared away from the boy I +loved, life would be complete.</p> + +<p> Exalted by the beauty of the evening, and by +my spiritual communings, I entered my house and +faced the door of the study. It was ajar. Silhouetted +against the golden light, which had so +filled me with joy and peace, stood two figures. +And the man held the hands of the girl against his +breast, and looked down into her glad eyes as a +soul in the balance must look into Paradise.</p> + +<p> It was Page Hanaford and Zura Wingate!</p> + +<p> As quietly as possible I went around another way +and dropped into the first handy chair. The truth +was as bare as a model. The force of it came to +me like a blow between the eyes. Long ago, because +of chilblains, I had adopted felt shoes. In +that second of time I stood at the door the noiseless +footgear cured me of all the egotism I ever +possessed.</p> + +<p> Now I knew by what magic the transformation +had been wrought in Zura. And the castle of +dreams, built on my supposed understanding of +youth and the way it grew, was swept away +by a single breath from the young god of love. +What a silly old jay bird I had been! Was that +what Jane Gray had been smiling to herself +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span>about? I felt like shaking her for seeing it before +I did.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> At dinner Jane was the only one of the three +of us without an impediment in her silence. I was +glad when the meal was over and we went to the +study.</p> + +<p> Zura buried herself in a deep windowseat, to +watch the lights on the water, she said. When +there was not another glimmer to be seen, from +the shadows came a voice with a soft little tremble +in it, or possibly I had grown suddenly sensitive to +trembles: "Ursula, Mr. Hanaford was here this +afternoon."</p> + +<p> Now, thought I, it's coming. Steadying myself +I asked: "Was he? What did he have to say?"</p> + +<p> "Oh-h!"—indifferently—"nothing much. He +brought back an armful of books."</p> + +<p> An armful of books—aye, and his heart full of +love! How dared he speak of it with his life +wrapped in the dark shadows of some secret?</p> + +<p> Talk to me of progress! That day I could have +raced neck-and-neck with a shooting star!</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></p> +<h2><a name="XV" id="XV"></a>XV</h2> + +<h3>PINKEY CHALMERS CALLS AGAIN</h3> + + +<p> Never having been within hailing distance +before of the processes of love and proceedings +of courtship there were no signposts in my +experience to guide me as to what should be my +next step, if it were mine to take. I had been too +busy a woman to indulge in many novels, but in the +few I had read the hero lost no time in saying, +"Will you?" and at once somebody began to practise +the wedding march. I suppose the fashion in +lovemaking changes as much as the styles; nothing +I ever thought or dreamed on the subject seemed +to fit the case in hand.</p> + +<p> I waited for Zura to tell me, but she didn't. +She only sang the more as she went about her work, +doubling her efforts in making sweet the home and +herself. She seemed to find fresh joy in every +hour.</p> + +<p> Any thoughts I'd cherished that young Hanaford +would come at once, clear up all the confusion +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span>about himself, frankly declare his love for Zura +and be happy forever afterward died from lack +of nourishment.</p> + +<p> Only my deep affection for the boy restrained +my anger at his silence. The love and sympathy +which bolstered up my faith in him were reinforced +by his gentle breeding and high mental quality; but +circumstances forced me reluctantly to admit that +the story he told when he first came was not true. +Page Hanaford was not only under a shadow, but +also was undoubtedly seeking to conceal his whereabouts. +And why? The question sat on the foot +of my bed at night and made faces at me, scrawled +itself all over my work and met me around every +corner.</p> + +<p> It was next to impossible to connect him with +dishonesty or baseness when looking into his face, +or hearing him talk. But why didn't he speak out, +and why hide his talents in this obscure place? He +was gifted. His classes had increased to large +numbers, and so excellent were his methods his +fame had gone abroad. The Department of Education +had offered him a lucrative position as teacher +in the Higher Normal College in a neighboring city. +But, instead of snatching at this good fortune, he +asked for time to consider.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span> He came frequently to talk it over with me; at +least that's what he said he came for. The law +required the applicant for such a position to answer +questions concerning himself and all his ancestors. +In my talks with Page about this law I +emphasized every detail of the intimate questions +that would be put to him. I tried to impress upon +him the necessity of having either a clean record, +or a very clever tongue when he went before the +judgment seat of the Japanese authorities. I hoped +my seriousness would bring about a speedy explanation, +denial, declaration—anything, so it came +quickly. The truth is I don't believe he ever heard +a word of what I said on the subject.</p> + +<p> If Zura was out of the room, his eyes were glued +to the door watching for it to open. If she were +present, his eyes would be fixed on her face. If I +made an excuse to leave the room, Page made another +to keep me, as if he feared the thing he most +desired. What did it all mean? If Page Hanaford +could not explain himself honorably, what right +had he to look at the girl with his heart in his eyes? +If no explanation could be given, what right had +Zura Wingate to grow prettier and happier every +day?</p> + +<p> I had always believed that love was as simple +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span>and straightforward as finding the end of a blind +alley. There was good reason for me to change +my belief as the days passed and nothing was said +on the subject.</p> + +<p> Of course, I could have hauled the two up before +me, like children, and told them what I had +seen and was still seeing; but I dreaded to force +the man's secret and I had to acknowledge that, +for the time, I was no more equal to guiding this +thing called "love" than I was to instructing birds +to build a nest.</p> + +<p> Jane was not a bit of help to me. Refusing to +discuss anything except the sentimental side of the +affair, she repeated verse till I was almost persuaded +this poetical streak was a disease rather than +a habit. Between stanzas she proffered food and +drink to Page, in quantities sufficient to end quickly +both man and mystery, had he accepted. Her attitude +to Zura was one of perfect understanding +and entire sympathy. Every time she looked +at the girl, she sighed and went off into more +poetry.</p> + +<p> Troubled thoughts stormed my brain as hailstones +pelt a tin roof. I prayed for wisdom as +I had never prayed for happiness.</p> + +<p> The announcement one day that Mr. Tom Chal<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span>mers +had called caused no sudden rise in my +spirits, but a second card, bearing the name of Mrs. +Tom, somewhat relieved my mind. Their coming +offered a diversion and proved Pinkey of a forgiving +spirit.</p> + +<p> They were on their wedding journey, he told us +after I had summoned Zura. Greetings and congratulations +were soon over. While the steamer +was coaling in a near-by port he thought he would +just run over in jinrikishas to say "Hello!" and +show Mrs. Chalmers to us. Yankee Doodle with +a hat full of feathers could not have been more +proud.</p> + +<p> What there was of Mrs. Pinkey to exhibit was +indeed a show. Her youthful prettiness belonged +more to the schoolroom period than wifehood; and +Heaven forbid that the clothes she wore should be +typical of my country; there was not enough material +in her skirt to make me a comfortable pair +of sleeves! I marveled how, in so limited a space, +she advanced one limb before the other.</p> + +<p> Later Zura explained the process to me: "It's +a matter of politeness, Ursula. One knee says to +the other, 'You let me pass this time, and I'll step +aside when your turn comes.'"</p> + +<p> Even this courtesy had failed to prevent a +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span>catastrophe; one seam of her dress was ripped for a +foot above the ankle. The coat of this remarkable +costume was all back and no front, and from the +rear edge of her hat floated a wonderful feather +like a flag from the stern of a gunboat.</p> + +<p> I could see by her face how funny she thought +my clothes. I hoped she did not realize how near +to scandalous her outfit seemed to me. Usually the +point of view depends on which side of the ocean +one is when delivering judgment.</p> + +<p> Pinkey was as eloquent on the subject of his +wedding as if he had been the only Adam who +ever marched down a church aisle. He was most +joyful at the prospect of showing to his bride all +the curiosities and shortcomings of the East. He +felt he had encompassed wide and intimate knowledge +of it in his two or three trips. I asked Mrs. +Chalmers how she liked Japan.</p> + +<p> She took her adoring eyes off her newly-acquired +husband long enough to answer: "It is lovely. +Wonderful little people—so progressive and clean. +It's too bad they are so dishonest; of course you +must have lost a lot of money."</p> + +<p> "No, I can't say that I have. I've been in the +country thirty years and never lost a 'rin' except +when my pocket was torn. Come to think of it, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span>if histories, travelers and police records state facts, +dishonesty is not peculiar to the Orient."</p> + +<p> The little bride answered: "I don't know about +that; but the Japanese must be awfully tricky, for +Pinkey says so and the captain of the ship, who +hates every inhabitant of the Empire, said the banks +had to employ Chinese clerks."</p> + +<p> Why waste words? What were real facts, or +the experience of a lifetime against such unimpeachable +authority as Mr. Pinkey Chalmers and the +captain of a Pacific steamer! Why condemn the +little bride, for after all she was human. Nationally +and individually, the tighter we hug our own +sins and hide their faces, the more clearly we can +see the distorted features of our neighbor's weakness. +There was more of pity than anger due a +person who, ignoring all the beauty in the treasure +house before her, chose as a souvenir a warped and +very ancient skeleton of a truth and found the same +pleasure in dangling it, that a child would in exhibiting +a newly-extracted tooth.</p> + +<p> Mr. Chalmers had been talking to Zura, but when +he caught the word "bank" he included the entire +company in his conversation. "Talking banks, are +you? Well that is a pretty sore subject with me. +Just lost my whole fortune in a bank. Had it hap<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[Pg 210]</a></span>pened +before the wedding I'd have been obliged +to put the soft pedals on the merry marriage bells. +Guess you heard about the million-dollar robbery of +the Chicago Bank; biggest pile any one fellow +ever got away with. And that's the wonder: he +got clean away, simply faded into nothing. It happened +months ago and not a trace of him since. +Detectives everywhere are on the keen jump; big +reward hung up. He's being gay somewhere with +seventy-five dollars of my good money."</p> + +<p> Tea was served and we indulged in much small +talk, but I was not sorry when Pinkey said he +"must be moving along" to the steamer. He +charged us to wireless him, if we saw a strange man +standing around with a bushel of gold concealed +about his person. It was sure to be the missing +cashier. "By-the-way," he asked, pausing at the +door, "where is that chap I met when I was here +before, who took such an interest in my business? +Maybe he is among those absent wanted ones. +What was he doing here anyhow?"</p> + +<p> Zura answered with what I thought unnecessary +color that Mr. Hanaford was in the city, and was +soon to be promoted to a very high position in the +educational world.</p> + +<p> Pinkey looked into her face and, turning, gave +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span>me a violent wink. "Oho! Now I'm getting +wise." At the same time humming a strain supposed +to be from a wedding march.</p> + +<p> Oh, but I wished I could slap him! Think of his +seeing in a wink what I hadn't seen in months!</p> + +<p> My visitors said good-by and went their happy +way, but in the story of the missing cashier Mr. +Chalmers left behind a suggestion that was as hateful +as it was painful and haunting.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> Page spent that evening with us. He was lighter +of heart than I had ever seen him, more at ease and +entertaining, and as far removed from crime as +courage is from cowardice.</p> + +<p> My heart ached as I looked at him, for I longed +for his happiness as I yearned to know he was +clean of soul.</p> + +<p> If some cruel mistake had darkened his life, why +did he not say so and let us, his friends, help him +forget? Why not start anew with love as a guide?</p> + +<p> It was another Page we were seeing that night. +Was it the magic of love that made him hopeful, +almost gay? Or was it for the moment he was +permitted one more joyous flight in the blue skies +of freedom before he was finally caught in the snare +of the shadow?</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span> For the time he sunned his soul in the garden of +friendship and love and gave us, not only glimpses +of other worlds, but disclosed another side of himself. +If the new man I was seeing in Page Hanaford +captivated me the revelation of the undiscovered +woman in Zura mystified and amazed me. Till +now her every characteristic was so distinctly of +her father's race, everything about her so essentially +Western, that I was beginning to think she +had tricked a favorite law of Nature and defied +maternal influence.</p> + +<p> As much as she loved pretty clothes, and regardless +of the pressure brought to bear by her grandfather, +she had refused to wear the native garb, +preferring the shabby garments she brought with +her from America. I had never thought of her +being Japanese; but that evening, when Page was +announced and Zura walked into the room clothed +in kimono and obi, my eyes were astonished with as +fair a daughter of old Nippon as ever pompadoured +her hair or wore sandals on her feet.</p> + +<p> She was like a new creature to me. Her daring +and sparkling vivacity were tempered by a tranquil +charm, as if a slumbering something, wholly of the +East had suddenly awakened and claimed her. +With eyes half lowered she responded with easy +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span>familiarity to Page's talk of other lands. She said +her father had traveled far and had spent many of +their long winter evenings in spinning yarns of +foreign countries for her enjoyment. She'd been +brought up more regularly on pictures than she had +food. Once they had copies of all the great paintings. +Mother sold the last one to get money to pay +the passage to come to Japan.</p> + +<p> And so they talked. Jane, snug in her chair, +was content to listen, and I, who had been blind, +was now dumb with the startling surprises that the +game of life being played before me revealed.</p> + +<p> The girl glowed as softly bright as a firefly and +the light lured the man to happy forgetfulness. +For once he let love have full sway. He neither +sought to conceal what he felt, nor to stem the +tide which was fast sweeping him—he knew not +nor cared not whither so long as his eyes might +rest upon the dearness of Zura's face, as with +folded feet and hands she sat on a low cushion, +the dull red fire reflecting its glory in the gold embroidery +of her gown.</p> + +<p> There had been a long silence. Then Zura recalled +the event of the day: "Oh, Mr. Hanaford, +by the way. You remember Pinkey Chalmers, +don't you—the nice boy you and Ursula enter<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span>tained +so beautifully in the garden when he called +the last time? He was here again to-day; had his +bride with him. Ursula will tell you what she +looked like. I do wish you had been here. Mr. +Chalmers told us the most exciting news about a +Chicago cashier who skipped away with a million +dollars and hid both himself and the money—nobody +knows where. They think he is out this +way and I think I am going to find him."</p> + +<p> In the passing of one second the happiness in +Page Hanaford's face withered. Like a mask fear +covered it. He thrust his strained body forward +and with shaking hand grasped the shoulder of the +girl. "Hid it! Tell me, in heaven's name, tell +me where could a man hide a million dollars?" +His voice was tense to the breaking point. He +searched the girl's face as if all eternity depended +upon her reply.</p> + +<p> Before she could make it he sank back in his +chair, pitifully white and limp. He begged for +air. We opened the window. Zura ran for water. +While I bathed his face he said, looking at +Zura: "I beg your pardon. I'm not at all well, +but I didn't mean to startle you."</p> + +<p> "I'm not startled," she answered, and lightly +added: "but I was just wondering why anybody +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span>would care so much where a million old dollars were +hid. I know a hundred things I'd rather find."</p> + +<p> The man laid his hand on that of the girl as it +rested on the arm of the chair. "Name one, +Zura."</p> + +<p> "Love." And on her face the high lights were +softened to compassion and tenderness.</p> + +<p> Page took his hand from hers and covered his +eyes.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> There I stood waiting to put another cold cloth +on the boy's head. Neither one of them knew I +was on earth. I hardly knew it myself. For the +first time in my life I was seeing the real thing and +the wonder of it almost petrified me.</p> + +<p> What else might have happened is an untold +tale. Jane saved the situation. I had not noticed +her absence. She now entered, carrying a tray +well filled with crackers and a beverage which she +placed before Page. "Honey, I don't believe in +any of those spirit-rising liquors even when you +faint, but I made this jape gruice right off our own +vine and fig tree and I know it's pure and innocent. +Yes, Zura, grape juice is what I said. Page can +drink every gallon I have if he wants it, and I'll +toast cheese and crackers for him all night."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span> The twist in Jane Gray's tongue might lead to +laughter, but her heart never missed the road to +thoughtful kindness.</p> + +<p> Very soon Page said he felt much better and +would get home and to bed. When he took his +coat and hat from the hall he looked so weak, so +near to illness, I begged him to stay and let us care +for him. He gently refused, saying he would be +all right in the morning. I followed him to the +gate. He turned to say good-night.</p> + +<p> I put my hands on his shoulders and with all the +affection at my command I invited his confidence. +"What is it, son? I'm an old woman, but maybe +I can help you. Let me try."</p> + +<p> He lifted his hands to mine and his grasp was +painful. The dim light from the old bronze lantern +reflected the tears in his eyes as he answered: +"Help me? You have in a thousand ways. I'll +soon be all right. I'm just a little over-worked. +Haven't slept much lately. Need rest."</p> + +<p> Then leaning near with sudden tenderness: +"Heaven bless you, dear woman. You have been +as good to me as my own mother. Some day—perhaps. +Good-night. Don't worry, Miss Jenkins."</p> + +<p> Why didn't he throw me over into a bramble +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[Pg 217]</a></span>patch and tell me not to get scratched? I just +leaned my old head up against the gate and cried.</p> + +<p> I returned to the house by a rear door, for Jane +was in the living-room.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[Pg 218]</a></p> +<h2><a name="XVI" id="XVI"></a>XVI</h2> + +<h3>ENTER KOBU, THE DETECTIVE</h3> + + +<p> The compensation of the morning's belated +brightness came in the golden glory with +which it flooded the world, so warm it melted the +hoar frost jewels on tree and shrub, so tender the +drooping roses lifted their pink heads and blushed +anew. It was the kind of a morning one knew +that something was waiting just ahead. It required +no feat of intellect for me to know that a great +many somethings awaited my little household. +Whenever I arose in the morning feeling sentimental, +something was sure to happen. The afternoon +of this day was the appointed time for the +"roof-raising festival" of Jane's hospital. Three +o'clock was the hour set to begin the ceremonies, +but early morning found Jane and Zura as busy +collecting books, bundles and a folding baby-organ, +as if moving day had fallen upon the household. +Neither one of my companions seemed depressed +by the happenings of the night before, or else they +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span>were determined that every other thought should +be put aside till the roof was safely over the dream +of Jane's life. Jinrickishas piled high with baskets +of refreshments and decorations moved gaily down +the street. Jane and Zura, laughing like two +schoolgirls and as irrepressible, headed the little +procession.</p> + +<p> I waved them good luck and went back to my +work and my thoughts. I was interrupted by a +note that came from Page in answer to one of mine, +saying a slight fever would prevent his accepting +the invitation to go with me to the exercises in the +afternoon, but he hoped to see us at the house later +in the evening. Of course he meant us in general, +Zura particularly, and it might be fever or it might +be other things that kept him away from Jane's +tea party. I was going to know in either case as +soon as I could get Page Hanaford by himself. +Right or wrong I would help him all I could, but +know I must and would. I simply could not live +through another day of anxiety.</p> + +<p> If Page told me his trouble, there was no reason +why it would fade away, and my anxiety cease +to be, but having made up my mind to act definitely, +my spirits rose like a clay pigeon released by a +spring.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span> That afternoon, at the time appointed for the +ceremony, when I turned from Flying Sparrow +Street into Tube Rose Lane a strange sight met +my eyes. It was clean. For once in the history +of the Quarter poverty and crime had taken a bath +and were indulging in an open holiday. It had +gone still farther. From the lowliest hut of straw +and plaster to the little better house of the chief +criminal, cheap, but very gay decorations fluttered +in honor of the coming hospital. The people stood +about in small groups. The many kimonos, well +patched in varied colors, lent a touch of brilliancy +to the sordid alleyway, haunted with ghosts of men +and women, dead to all things spiritual.</p> + +<p> Here and there policemen strolled, always in +pairs. Whenever they drew near, and until they +were past, the talking groups fell silent, and before +an open door, or window a blank white screen was +softly shifted. This coming from cover by the +inhabitants and premeditatedly giving a visible sign +of their existence was a supreme tribute to the +woman who had lived among them successfully, +because hers was the courage of the sanctified, her +bravery that of love.</p> + +<p> The day sparkled with winter's bright beauty. +The sun had wooed an ancient plum tree into blos<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span>soming +long before its time. It spread its dainty +flowers on the soft straw bed of an old gray roof. +A playful wind caught up the petals, sending the +white blossoms flying across the heads of the unjust +into the unclean ditches where they covered stagnation +with a frail loveliness.</p> + +<p> For the time at least degradation hid its face. +Though poverty and sin were abroad, peace and +good will might have been their next-door neighbors +had it not been for a certain quality in the +atmosphere, invisible but powerful, which caused +a feeling that behind it all, there was an evil something +that sneered alike at life and beauty; that had +for its motto lust and greed, and mercilessly demanded +as tribute the soul of every inhabitant.</p> + +<p> Collected crime at bay was an unyielding force +not easily reckoned with. The fact that one small +woman, with only faith to back her, was battling +against it single-handed, sent Jane Gray so high +up in my estimation that I could barely see her as +she floated in the clouds.</p> + +<p> I saw my companion in an entirely new light as +I joined the throngs gathered about the space where +the raising of the roof was taking place. The +ceremony here was brief. With countless ropes +tied to the joined roof as it lay on the ground, the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</a></span>eager coolies stood ready for the signal to pull +aloft the structure and guide it to the posts placed +ready to receive it.</p> + +<p> Jane walked to the cleared center and stood waiting +to speak. There was instant silence when the +crowd saw her. With simple words she thanked +the workmen for their interest and the many half-days' +labor they had contributed, then she raised +her hand, and with great shouting and cheering the +roof of Jane's long-dreamed-of refuge for sinners, +sick and hopeless, was safely hoisted to its place.</p> + +<p> After this everybody was entitled to a holiday +and went quickly to the tea and cake which Zura +and her helpers had prepared and served from small +booths. The rest of the exercises were to take +place in the near-by house that Miss Gray had been +using temporarily. By removing all the paper partitions +the lower part of the house had been thrown +into one large room. Circling the crowd of waiting +people seated on the floor a row of cots held +the sick and afflicted, worsted by sin and disease.</p> + +<p> Before them stood Jane, who, in the custom of +the country, bade them welcome. A small sea of +faces was lifted to her. Such faces!—none beautiful; +all stamped with crime; some scarcely human, +only physical apparitions of debased Nature.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[Pg 223]</a></span> With shifting glances they listened to an official +who made Jane an offer from the city to contribute +to the support of the hospital, the pledge of +two doctors to give their services so many hours +a week, a contribution of milk from a rich merchant, +and an offer from a friendly barber to give +so many free shaves. Their eyes widened with +wonder and suspicion. What could people mean +by giving things and taking away the excitement +of stealing them?</p> + +<p> But when the man spoke of how the officials had +watched Jane and her work, at first with skeptical +unbelief because they thought she would not endure +a month, now with warmest sympathy because she +had succeeded in keeping the Quarters freer of +crime and disease than ever before, they forgot +their fear and voiced their approval in much hand-clapping, +and wise shaking of heads. They called +for Miss Gray.</p> + +<p> Jane arose and very shyly thanked the city's representative. +Then as gently and as simply as if +talking to wayward children, she spoke to the men +and women before her, who bent forward with +respectful attention while the sick ones fastened +their weary eyes upon her.</p> + +<p> "My people, the building of this little hospital +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[Pg 224]</a></span>means not only the healing of your bodies, but also +the way to cleansing your souls. Dear friends, let +me say in this world there is nothing worth while +but your souls. Make them clean and white. Sell +them for the highest price. What do I mean by +that? I mean that if it is for the sake of your +souls, it is nothing to go hungry, cold and in rags. +What matters the outside so long as you make your +hearts sweet and shiny and true? All of you before +me have gone astray. So many of you have +wandered like lost children from the homeward +path, and darkness came and you could not find +the way back. Each of you was once a happy +little child, with some place to call home and some +one there to care when you were lost. I do not +know why the darkness overtook you, but I know +it did, and to-day, as before, I am a messenger to +show you the way back. I have come to tell you +that there is still Somebody who cares whether you +are lost or not. There is still Some One who waits +to guide you home. He asks you as a little child +to take hold of His hand and He will lead you +out of the fearful darkness. I do not ask what +nameless deeds have made you fear the light of +day and the eyes of men. I only know you are my +friends, to whom I so gladly bring this message, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[Pg 225]</a></span>and to whom I so willingly give my strength and +my life to help you find the way back to the greatest +Friend, who, understanding all, forgives."</p> + +<p> A look resembling a shadow of hope came into +their faces as she finished, and when, at a sign, Zura +haltingly played, "I Need Thee Every Hour," and +the people stumbled along with the music in an +attempt to sing, the burden of the sound as well +as the song was a cry for help.</p> + +<p> The song finished, one part of the crowd seemed +to fade away, the others stayed and gathered about +Jane as if only to touch her meant something better +than their own sin-stained lives. She moved +among them speaking gently to this one, earnestly +to that one. Tenderly she smoothed the covers +over the sick bodies, leaving a smile and word of +cheer wherever she stopped.</p> + +<p> Sentimentalism dropped from her like a garment +worn for play. It was the spiritual woman only +I was seeing, one who faced these real and awful +facts of life with the calm, blissful assurance of +knowing the truth, of giving her life for humanity +because of love.</p> + +<p> Jane Gray was indeed a "Daughter of Hope."</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> A little later, Zura—here, there, everywhere, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[Pg 226]</a></span>like a bright autumn leaf dancing among dead +twigs—found me conversing with a man who all +the afternoon had kept very near to me and evidenced +every desire to be friendly.</p> + +<p> "Belovedest," exclaimed the girl gaily, her face +glowing as she approached, "come with me quick or +you will miss the sight of your young life. You +may come, too, sir, if you wish," addressing my +persistent companion, who apparently had decided +to spend the rest of his natural life in my presence.</p> + +<p> Zura led us toward the rear of the house. As +we approached a closed room there came to us +sounds of splashing water and happy squeals. She +slid open the paper doors. Before us were two big +tubs full of small children. The baths were wide +enough for six and so deep only the cropped heads +showed above the rims as they stood neck high. +The lower ranks of young Japan were engaged in +a fierce water battle of ducking and splashing and +a trial of endurance, as to who could stay under +longest. Their thin yellow bodies gleamed in the +sun of the late afternoon as they romped and +shouted.</p> + +<p> The fun growing so boisterous, and a miniature +war threatening, the one attendant, a very +old woman, was outclassed. Without invitation +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[Pg 227]</a></span>Zura rolled up her sleeves and took part in the +fray.</p> + +<p> Instantly there was quiet. A bath was strange +enough to those waifs, but to be touched by a foreigner +who looked like a princess made them half +fear while they wondered. They soon found she +knew their games as well as their talk; then everybody +claimed attention at once.</p> + +<p> She scrubbed them one by one playfully but +firmly. She stood them in a row and put them +through a funny little drill, commanding them to +salute, and when they finished they were clothed +ready to march out to the street in perfect order.</p> + +<p> While this was going on the man who had attached +himself to me stood close by, seemingly much +interested. In a detached sort of way he began +talking in broken English. "Miss Jaygray most +wonderful of persons," he observed. "She come +to this place of hell and make clean spot. She like +gray owl too. She have see of all bad things. +But learning of such stop right in her eye; it never +get to her memory place. All time she talk 'bout +one, two very little good thing what are in this +street. Low womans in here give much works also +rin and sen for to buy water tubs for babies. Bad +mens give work of hands, for Miss Jaygray. She +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[Pg 228]</a></span>most wonderful of females. Maybe because she +'Merican. Hijiyama much honored by skilful +'Mericans: Jenkins San, Wingate San, Hanaford +San too. He most skilful of all. You know Hanaford +San?"</p> + +<p> Something in his voice made me look in the man's +face. It was as expressive as biscuit dough. I +acknowledged my acquaintance with Page.</p> + +<p> The man resumed: "Hanaford San nice gentleman. +I give wonder why he stay this far-away +place. I hear some time he have much sadful. Too +bad. Maybe he have the yearn for his country. +If this be truthful why he not give quick return to +'Merica?"</p> + +<p> I answered that Mr. Hanaford had lost all his +money and his father and had come to Japan to +begin anew. His success in teaching was reason +enough for his remaining.</p> + +<p> Apparently indifferent my questioner mused as +if to himself: "Him papa have gone dead. Badful +news. And moneys have got lost. Most big +troublesome for young man."</p> + +<p> I did not think it strange this queer person knew +Page. The boy had all kinds and conditions in +his classes, as Jane had in her Quarters. Neither +was it unusual for a stranger to follow me around. +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[Pg 229]</a></span>When I went to a new part of the city, I was accustomed +to being followed as if I were a part of +a circus. But my self-attached friend's interest in +Page's history caused me to observe him more +closely. Except that his patched clothes were +cleaner and he spoke English I could discover little +difference between him and Jane's other guests.</p> + +<p> Criminal or not his carelessly put but persistent +questions regarding Page, his habits, how long I +had known him, how often he came to my house +and many other things, so annoyed me that I arose +to find Jane and suggest going home. Failing in +my quest I returned to find my inquisitor gone and +Zura putting on her coat and hat.</p> + +<p> "Zura," I said, "who was that man who stuck +to me all afternoon like furniture varnish? He +made me talk whether I wanted to or not. Such +questions as he asked!"</p> + +<p> "Do you mean that clean, raggy little man who +looked through you, but not at you?" she questioned. +"Star of my Sapphire, you have made a +hit. That was Kobu, the keenest detective the flag +of the Rising Sun ever waved over. I thought +you knew. He has been here a week trying to pry +information out of Lady Jinny. You should hear +their interviews. He asks the subtlest questions, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[Pg 230]</a></span>and Jane Gray doesn't do a thing but let her tongue +get locomotor ataxia, and Kobu can make nothing +of her answers. It's as good as vaudeville to hear +them. He'd just as well leave her alone. Torture +wouldn't make her tell what she knows, and +she doesn't have to either! Did he ask you about +Page? He did me too. What does it matter? I +told him all I knew. That is most all. Why +shouldn't I? There's nothing wrong about Page. +He just can't get over the loss of his father, and +there is something about old money that worries +him."</p> + +<p> She threw her arms around my waist.</p> + +<p> "What a happy day! Isn't Jane the realest saint +you ever knew? You're a saint, too, Ursula, the +nice sinnery kind that I love to play with. I am +tired and hungry. Come on, let's find Lady Jinny +and go home. Isn't the blessedest thing in the +world to have one to go to? I dare you to race +me to the corner." I was far from feeling playful, +so declined.</p> + +<p> More than ever I felt the necessity of an interview +with Page. I must know the truth. He must +know the happenings of the afternoon.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> That evening, after dinner, while sitting with +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[Pg 231]</a></span>Zura in the living-room, I eagerly listened for +Page's step in the hall. Soon it came, and as we +arose to greet him I was made more anxious by his +fever-bright eyes.</p> + +<p> I was reassured, however, when he replied to my +inquiries by saying: "Quite all right, thank you. +Head gets a bit rocky at times, but that does not +matter. Awfully sorry I was unable to be among +those present at Miss Jane's tea party. Tell me +all about it—the guests and the costumes."</p> + +<p> Though he walked about the room, picking up +books and small objects only to lay them quickly +down, he gave the closest attention to Zura as she +eagerly gave her account of the afternoon.</p> + +<p> I was about to interrupt with a request to Page +to come with me for a private conference in the +dining-room, when a summons came for me to go +at once to the house in the garden where Ishi lived. +The messenger thought Ishi was very ill, or gone +crazy. I found him very drunk. Standing in the +middle of the room, with rows of rare orchids +ranged around the walls, he was waving a sharp-bladed +weapon while executing a sword dance. In +between steps he made speeches to the plants, telling +them how their blessed brothers and sisters had +had their heads cut off by a silly girl on whom he +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[Pg 232]</a></span>would have vengeance. He had sworn by his blood +at the temple.</p> + +<p> It required me a good hour to reduce him to submission +and to sleep. When I returned to the house +Page Hanaford was gone. I was disappointed +enough to cry. Zura said that the next morning +was the time for him to go to the Government +office to fill out the papers required for his position +at the Normal College, and that he must make his +last preparation for this. He asked her to say to +me that he would accept the offer I had made to +go with him as interpreter and would call for me +on his way down.</p> + +<p> "But," I asked almost peevishly, "what made +him go so soon?"</p> + +<p> "I am not sure. Maybe he wanted to study. +Or, it may be, I made his head ache. I did talk a +lot. I told him everything—about the babies in +the bath and Jane's sermon and your detective."</p> + +<p> "Oh, Zura!" I said helplessly.</p> + +<p> "Yes, I did. Why not?"</p> + +<p> She leaned 'way over and looked at me steadily. +Then with something of her old passion she cried: +"Listen to me, Ursula! Don't you dare think Page +Hanaford guilty of crime! There isn't anything +wrong with him. I know it. I know it."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[Pg 233]</a></span> "How do you know it, my child? Has he told +you the real reason for his being in Japan? Has +he told you why fear suddenly overtakes and confuses +him? Or has he only dared to tell you other +things?"</p> + +<p> A joyous little sob caught in her throat. "His +lips have told me nothing, Ursula. His eyes and +my heart have told me all."</p> + +<p> "And without knowing these things you love +him, Zura?"</p> + +<p> "Love him," she echoed softly. "Right or +wrong, I love him absolutely!"</p> + +<p> I looked at the girl in amazed wonder. There +seemed to be an inner radiance as if her soul had +been steeped in some luminous medium. She came +nearer, her young face held close to mine. "Oh, +I am so happy, so blissfully happy! For good or +not, it's love for eternity. Dear, kind old friend!"—inclosing +my face with her hands, she kissed me +on the lips. In that faraway time of my babyhood +my mother's good-by kiss was the last I had +known. The rapture of the girl's caress repaid +long, empty years. For a moment I was as happy +as she. Then I remembered.</p> + +<p> All day I had seen love perform miracles, and, +like some invisible power, regulate the workings of +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[Pg 234]</a></span>life as some deft hand might guide a piece of delicate +machinery; but that anybody could be happy, +radiantly happy, with shadows and detectives closing +around the main cause of happiness was +farther than I could stretch my belief in the transforming +power of joy. Surely this thing called +"love" was either farseeing wisdom or shortsighted +foolishness.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[Pg 235]</a></p> +<h2><a name="XVII" id="XVII"></a>XVII</h2> + +<h3>A VISIT TO THE KENCHO</h3> + + +<p> The North Wind began a wild song through +the trees in the night. It tore at the mountains +with the fury of an attacking army. It +lashed the waters of the sea into a frenzy. With +the dawn came the snow. Softly and tenderly it +wrapped the earth in a great white coverlet, hushing +the troubled notes of the savage storm music +into plaintive echoes of a lullaby. As it grew light +a world of magic beauty greeted my eyes. Winter +was King, but withal a tender monarch wooing +as his handmaidens the beauties of early spring. +The great Camellia trees gave lavishly of their +waxen flowers, brocading the snow in crimson. +Young bamboo swinging low under the burden, +edged its covering of white down with a lacy fringe +of delicate green. The scene should have called +forth a hymn of praise; but the feelings which +gripped me more nearly matched the clouds rolled +in heavy gray masses over land and sea.</p> + +<p> Page was to call for me at ten. Long before +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[Pg 236]</a></span>that time I was sitting on the edge of the chair, +ready and waiting, trying to coax into my over-soul +an ounce or so of poise, a measure of serenity. +It needed no fortune teller to forecast that this visit +to the Kencho would be productive of results, +whether good or bad the coming hours alone could +tell.</p> + +<p> Knowing the searching questions that would be +put to Page Hanaford, I was beginning to wonder +if the offer of this position was not part of +the game Kobu was playing. I had never seen +Japan's famous manhunter till the day before, but +by reputation I knew him to be relentless in pursuit +of victims to be offered as tribute to his genius. +Thoughts of Page Hanaford in prison garb behind +barred doors made me shiver.</p> + +<p> I was depressed in spirits and was trying to plan +what I could possibly do, when the sound of Zura's +voice came to me as she moved about in the upper +story attending to her household duties. It was a +foolish old negro melody she sang, and one of its +verses ran:</p> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Ole Cap'n Noah a-feelin' mighty blue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Kep' a sayin' to hisself, "Oh, what shall I do?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Long come a sparrow bird, spic 'n spin,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'N <i>he</i> say, "Brer Noah, do de bes' you kin.<br /></span> +</div> +<p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[Pg 237]</a></p> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Yo' joy 'n yo' trouble is sho' gwine to bide<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'N las' jes' as long as yo' own tough hide.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So say, Cap'n Noah, better laugh 'n grin;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Perk up yo' speerits 'n do de bes' yo kin.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p> The insistent note of happiness in the girl's voice +and the humble philosophy of the song so cheered +me that, when my escort appeared on the stroke of +ten, hope came riding down on the streaks of sunshine +that were battling through the clouds.</p> + +<p> While my companion had about him every mark +of nervous restlessness that so often precedes a +crisis or an illness he also had the air of a man +at last determined to turn and face a pursuing +enemy and stand, or fall by the clash. Fear was +absent from face and manner. He even lightly +jested as Jane, while greeting him, slipped into his +pocket a tempting-looking package.</p> + +<p> "Page, dear," she twittered, "it is only cookies +and sandwiches and pickles and cake. But talking +always makes people hungry. Those nice gentlemen +down at the Kencho are never in a hurry. +They may keep you till after lunchtime. You and +Miss Jenkins can have a tea party."</p> + +<p> Page laid a kindly hand on Jane's shoulder. +"You dear little saint of a woman! How good +all of you are to me, and how I thank you. Well +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[Pg 238]</a></span>good-by. When you see me again I'll be—"</p> + +<p> With hand outstretched to open the door for me +to pass, he paused. Once again the sound of a song +reached us:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Before I slept, I thought of thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then fell asleep and sought for thee<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And found thee.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had I but known 'twas only seeming,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I had not waked, but lay forever dreaming."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p> There was enough sweetness in Zura's voice to +woo a man to Heaven or lure him to the other place. +Page listened till the last note, then softly closed +the door and walked beside me. The look on his +face held me speechless. It was a glorious something +he had gained, yet never to be his; a glimpse +into paradise, then the falling of the shadows between; +but the vision was his reward.</p> + +<p> Usually it takes endless time in Japan to unwind +the huge ball of red tape that is wrapped about the +smallest official act. That morning, when Page +and I presented ourselves at the Government office, +the end of the tape seemed to have a pin stuck in +it, so easily and swiftly was it found. Promptly +announced, we were ushered without delay into a +small inner office.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[Pg 239]</a></span> The walls of this room were lined with numberless +shelves filled with files and papers. Any remaining +space was covered by pictures of famous +persons, people wanted or wanting, and a geisha +girl or two.</p> + +<p> I noticed two other things in the room. Adorning +the center of the table, before which we were +seated, was a large cuspidor. The fresh flowers +inside matched the painted ones outside. To Japanese +eyes the only possible use for such an ornament +was to hold blossoms. It was neither beautiful +nor artistic, but being foreign was the very +thing with which to welcome American guests. +Anxious as I was I felt myself smiling, if rather +palely, at the many ways in which Kishimoto's +prophecy was being fulfilled.</p> + +<p> The other thing was not amusing, only significant. +Page sat opposite me and I faced a heavily +curtained recess, and some one was behind the +drapery. I had seen the folds move. I had no +way of warning the boy. Had we been alone, I +doubt if I would have made the effort. Concealment +for Page, unendurable suspense for those who +loved him, must end. I spoke only when necessary +to interpret an unusual word.</p> + +<p> A small official with a big manner began by +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[Pg 240]</a></span>eulogizing Mr. Hanaford's skill in teaching and +his success in imparting English. He felt it a great +rudeness of manner to the honorable teacher gentleman, +but the law compelled applicant for the position +of Professor of English in the Normal College +to answer many personal questions. For a moment +he dallied with a few preliminary statements; +then, throwing aside all reserve, the man began his +probe as a skilled surgeon might search a victim's +body for hidden bullets.</p> + +<p> Page, outwardly calm, answered steadily at first, +but his knotted fingers and swelling veins showed +the strain. Once his lips trembled. I had never +seen a man's lips tremble before. It's no wonder +mothers can die for sons.</p> + +<p> Inquiries as to quantity and quality of ancestors, +place of birth, age, calling now and formerly came +with the precision of a marksman hunting the center +of the target. "How long have you been in this +country?"</p> + +<p> "About a year."</p> + +<p> "From where did you come to Japan?"</p> + +<p> Page hesitated, then stammered: "Don't remember."</p> + +<p> The high-lifted brows of the official were eloquent, +his voice increasingly sarcastic: "So! +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[Pg 241]</a></span>Your memory makes absence. Repeat your name +once again."</p> + +<p> "Page Hanaford."</p> + +<p> "Hanaford? So! Now your other name?"</p> + +<p> "I have no other name."</p> + +<p> "Your other name!" was the sharp demand.</p> + +<p> "My name is Page Hanaford, I tell you." He +spoke with quick anger as he arose from the chair.</p> + +<p> "Your other name!" sternly reiterated his inquisitor.</p> + +<p> A wave of confusion seemed to cover the boy. +Desperate and at bay, he rather feebly steadied himself +for a last defense. "What do you mean? +Can't you hear me? I tell you for the last time my +name is—"</p> + +<p> "Ford Page Hamilton," supplied the voice of +Kobu, cool, suave and sure as he came from behind +the curtain. "I arrest you as fugitive. See +what paper says? You take moneys from bank." +He exposed a circular printed in large type. It +read:</p> + +<p> "$5,000 reward for information of one Ford +Page Hamilton, dead or alive. Last seen in Singapore, +summer of 1912," followed by a detailed description +and signed by a Chicago banking firm.</p> + +<p> "It's a lie!" shouted Page as he read.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[Pg 242]</a></span> "No lie. See? Page Hanaford San, Ford +Hamilton San all same." Kobu held close to the +pitiful white face a photograph which undoubtedly +could have been Page Hanaford in happier days.</p> + +<p> The boy looked, then laid his shaking arm across +his eyes. With a moan as if his soul had yielded +to despair he hoarsely whispered: "Oh, God! A +thief! It's over!"</p> + +<p> He sank to the floor.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[Pg 243]</a></p> +<h2><a name="XVIII" id="XVIII"></a>XVIII</h2> + +<h3>A VISITOR FROM AMERICA</h3> + + +<p> In old Nippon the flower of kindness reaches full +perfection when friend or foe suffers defeat. +Page Hanaford might be a long-hunted prize in +the police world, but to the group around him as +he lay on the floor, his head upon my lap, he was +a stranger far from home and very ill. Justice +could wait while mercy served. Pity urged willing +messengers to bring restoratives, to summon doctors +who pronounced the sick man in the clutches of +fever. Hospitals in Hijiyama are built for the +emergencies of war, and solicitude for Page's comfort +was uppermost when, after a short consultation +among the officials, permission was granted +to remove him to my house with an officer in +charge.</p> + +<p> A policeman headed the little procession that +moved slowly up the steps to The House of the +Misty Star, and one followed to keep at a distance +the sympathetic, but curious crowd. Four men car<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[Pg 244]</a></span>ried +a stretcher beside which I walked holding the +limp hand of Page, who was still claimed by a merciful +unconsciousness.</p> + +<p> The news spread rapidly. As we reached the +upper road I saw Zura at the entrance, waiting our +coming, so rigid she seemed a part of the carving +on the old lodge gates. Her face matched the snow +beneath her feet.</p> + +<p> "Is he dead?" she demanded, as we came closer.</p> + +<p> "No. But he's desperately ill—and under arrest," +I hurriedly added.</p> + +<p> "Oh, but he's alive; nothing else matters. +Come on; my room is ready."</p> + +<p> Before I could protest, she had given orders to +the men, and Zura's bedroom was soon converted +from a girlish habitation into a dwelling place where +life and death waged contest.</p> + +<p> Later the two physicians asked for an audience +with me and delivered their opinion: "Hanaford +San's illness is the result of a severe mental shock, +received before recovery from previous illness; +cause unknown; outcome doubtful."</p> + +<p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[Pg 245]</a></p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 399px;"><a href="images/img257.jpg"> +<img src="images/img257th.jpg" width="399" height="293" alt=""Oh, God! A thief! It's over!"" title=""Oh, God! A thief! It's over!"" /></a> +<span class="caption">"Oh, God! A thief! It's over!"</span> +</div> + +<p> From the sick-room orders had been issued for +absolute quiet. Every member of the house crept +about, keenly aware of the grim foe that lurked in +every corner. When night came down the dark +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[Pg 247]</a></span> +ness seemed to enter the house and wrap itself about +us as well.</p> + +<p> As Red Cross nurse on battlefields in the aftermath, +I had helped put together the remnants of +splendid men and promising youth; in sorrowing +homes I had seen hope die with the going-out of +such as these. But for me, no past moment of +life held gloom so impenetrable as that first night +when Page Hanaford lay in my house, helpless. +The dreaded thing had come. The boy who had +walked into our hearts to stay was a fugitive with +only a small chance to live that he might prove he +was not a criminal.</p> + +<p> The evening household dinner remained untouched. +The servants hung about the doors, eager +to be of service, refusing to believe the sick man +was anything but a prince of whom the gods were +jealous. Only old Ishi was happy. In festal robes +he was stationed at the lodge gates with a small +table before him ready to do the honors of the +house in the ancient custom of receiving cards.</p> + +<p> Up the steps came a long procession of students, +officials and civilians, my friends and Page's, every +caller in best kimono. From one hand dangled a +lighted lantern with the caller's name and calling +shining boldly out through the thin paper, in the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[Pg 248]</a></span>other he held a calling-card which was laid upon +the table in passing. The long line testified to +their liking and sympathy for the sick man. To +each caller Ishi had a wonderful tale to tell. The +marvel of it grew as his cups of saké increased. +At a late hour I found him entertaining a crowd +with the story of how the silly foreign girl had +cut off the heads of his ancestors which were in +the flowers. Now the gods were taking their +vengeance upon the one she loved best. Of course +only an American girl would be so brazen as to +show her liking for any special man. I took him +by the shoulder.</p> + +<p> "Ishi, you are drunk. And at such a time."</p> + +<p> "No, Jenkins San, I triumph for Hanaford San. +He die to escape Zura San. 'T is special 'casion. +All Japanese gentlemens drink special 'casions. I +assist honorable gods celebrate downfall of 'Merca +and women."</p> + +<p> Having locked up the gates and Ishi, I went back +to the living-room, where I found Jane and Zura. +It was my first opportunity to tell them in detail +what had happened at the Kencho—of Kobu's +charge, the arrest and Page's collapse.</p> + +<p> Zura was called from the room by some household +duty. Jane and I were left alone. Though +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[Pg 249]</a></span>my companion looked tired and a little anxious, +she seemed buoyed up by some mental vision to +which she hopefully clung.</p> + +<p> "Miss Jenkins, please tell me just what the poster +said," asked Jane.</p> + +<p> The printed words I had read that morning +seemed burned into my brain. I repeated them exactly.</p> + +<p> "Well, it didn't even give a hint that Page was +that nice cashier gentleman from Chicago, did it?" +she inquired.</p> + +<p> "No, Jane, it didn't; only it was signed by the +Chicago Bank. But Kobu told me he was sure +Page was the man. He has cabled the authorities +to come."</p> + +<p> "He has cabled, has he? He knows, does he? +Kobu has himself going to another thought. Isn't +that what Zura says? Page Hanaford is no more +the man wanted for borrowing that bank's money +than I am a fashion plate wanted in Paris." Her +words were light, but very sure.</p> + +<p> Her apparent levity irritated me. "How do you +know? What are you saying, Jane?" I asked +sharply.</p> + +<p> "Oh, I just have a feeling that way. Page is +too good-looking," answered my companion.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[Pg 250]</a></span> "For the love of heaven, Jane Gray, that's no +reason. Good looks don't keep a man from sin."</p> + +<p> "Maybe not, but they help; and Page loves poetry +too," she ended with quiet stubbornness. Then +after a pause: "That program did not say what +particular thing our boy was wanted for, did it?" +Neither in joy nor sorrow did Jane's talent desert +her for misusing words.</p> + +<p> "No, the circular did not state the details. But +if you think there is any mistake about the whole +thing go to the room and look at that policeman +pacing up and down before the door. And if you +think the boy's not desperately ill, look inside and +see those two doctors and that speck of a trained +nurse watching his every breath. You can read the +paper yourself, if you don't believe me."</p> + +<p> "Miss Jenkins, don't pin your faith to a program; +they tell awful fibs. Once I wrote one myself for +a meeting and I said, 'The audience will remain +standing while collection is taken,' and it made me +say: 'The remains of the audience will be collected +while standing.'"</p> + +<p> "How can you?" I asked. Hot tears stung my +eyes.</p> + +<p> Instantly Jane was by my side. "How can I? +Because it's best never to believe anything you +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[Pg 251]</a></span>hear and only half of what you see. I know the +dear boy is ill. But he's not guilty. The idea +of that sweet boy, with such a nice mouth and +teeth, doing anything dishonorable! It's all a mistake. +I know guilt when I see it, and Page hasn't +a feature of it."</p> + +<p> Jane Gray exasperated me to the verge of hysteria, +but her sure, simple faith had built a hospital +and changed the criminal record of a city. +The thought that she might be right, in spite of +the circular and Kobu, gave me so much comfort +that the tears flowed unchecked.</p> + +<p> My companion looked at me critically for a moment, +then left the room. She returned shortly +bearing a heaped-up tray, which she arranged before +me. "Honey, you can't be hopeful when you +are hungry. You told me so yourself. I don't +believe you've eaten since morning. Here's just +a little bite of turkey and mince pie and chicken +salad. Eat it. There's plenty more, for nobody's +touched that big dinner we were going to celebrate +Page's new position with. Now turn around to the +lamp so you can see. What a funny fat shadow +you make! But how sweet it is to know if we +keep our faces to the light the shadows are always +behind us! Now I must run and get a little +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[Pg 252]</a></span>sleep. Zura says I am to go on watch at three."</p> + +<p> I thought her gone, when the door opened again +and I could see only her gray head and bright, +though tired face. "Miss Jenkins, please don't let +that layer cake fool you. It is not tough. I just +forgot to take the brown papers from the bottom +of the layers when I iced them. Do as I tell you, +eat and sleep."</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"What if to-morrow's care were here<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Without its rest?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'd rather He'd unlock the day<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, as the hours swing open, say,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">'Thy will be best.'"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p> "Good-night, dear friend."</p> + +<p> Then she was gone. The tables were turned in +more ways than one. Jane was counselor and I +the counseled, she the comforter and I to be comforted.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> In the daughters of Japan lies a hidden quality +ever dormant unless aroused by a rough shake from +the hand of necessity; it is the power to respond +calmly and skilfully to emergencies. In this, as +never before, Zura Wingate declared her Oriental +heritage. On the tragic morning when I had gone +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[Pg 253]</a></span>with Page to the Kencho I had left her a singing, +joyous girl, her feet touching the borderland of +earth's paradise. I returned and found her a +woman, white lipped and tense, but full of quiet +command. The path to love's domain had been +blocked by a sorrow which threatened desolation +to happiness and life. Not with tears and vain +rebellion did she protest against fate or circumstances, +nor waste a grain of energy in useless re-pinings. +With the lofty bearing her lordly forefathers +wore when going forth to defeat or victory +this girl stood ready, and served so efficiently that +both nurse and doctors bestowed their highest +praise when they told her she was truly a Japanese +woman.</p> + +<p> So frequent were the demands from household +and sick-room that I feared for her strength. I +knew she suffered. Rigid face muscles and dark-rimmed +eyes so testified; but aside from these some +tireless spirit held her far above weariness. Alert +to see and quick to perform, under her hand, after +a few days, the house settled down into a routine +where each member had a special duty. In turn +we watched or waited while the heavy, anxious days +dragged themselves along until they numbered ten.</p> + +<p> In the last half of each night Zura and I watched +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[Pg 254]</a></span>by Page and wrestled with the cruel thing that +held him captive. They were painful, but revealing +hours. I was very close to the great secrets of +life, and the eternal miracle of coming dawn was +only matched in tender beauty by the wonder of a +woman's love. It was Zura's cool, soft hand that +held the burning lids and shut out the hideous +specters Page's fevered eyes saw closing down upon +him. It was her voice that soothed him into slumber +after the frenzy of delirium.</p> + +<p> "Ah," he'd pant, weary of the struggle with a +fancied foe, "you've come, my lovely princess. +No! You're my goddess!" Then with tones +piteous and beseeching he would begin anew the +prayer ever present on his lips since his illness. +"Beloved goddess, tell me—what did I do with +them? You are divine; you know. Help me to +find them quick. Quick; they are shutting the +door; it has bars. I cannot see your face."</p> + +<p> "I am here, Page," Zura would answer. "If +the door shuts, I'll be right by your side."</p> + +<p> In love for the boy each member of the house +was ready day or night for instant service, but vain +were our combined efforts to help the fevered brain +to lay hold of definite thought long enough for him +to name the thing that was breaking his heart. +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[Pg 255]</a></span>From pleading for time to search for something, he +would wander into scenes of his boyhood. Once +he appealed to me as his mother and asked me to +sing him to sleep. Before I could steady my lips +he had drifted into talk of the sea and tried to sing +a sailor's song. Often he fancied himself on a +pirate ship and begged not to be put off on some +lonely island. He fiercely resisted. But his feebleness +was no match for Zura's young strength, +and as she held him she would begin to sing:</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Before I slept I thought of thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then fell asleep and sought for thee<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And found thee:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had I but known 'twas only seeming,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I had not waked, but lay forever dreaming."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p> "Dreaming, dreaming," the boy would repeat. +"Sweetheart, you are my dearest dream."</p> + +<p> Inch by inch we fought and held at bay the +enemy. We lost all contact with the outside. To +us the center of the world was the pink-and-white +room, and on the stricken boy that lay on the bed +was staked all our hope.</p> + +<p> The long delayed crisis flashed upon us early one +morning when the doctors found in what we had +feared was the end only a healing sleep from which +Page awakened and called Zura by name. Even +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[Pg 256]</a></span>then it was a toss-up whether he could win out +against despair. Uppermost in his mind was ever +the torturing thought of the thing that had made +him a fugitive.</p> + +<p> An icy hand was laid upon our joy at the signs +of returning health when we remembered a certain +ship that was right then cutting the blue waters of +the Pacific nearing the shores of Japan, bearing authority +to make a prisoner of Page if he lived. +They were not happy days, and it was with undefined +emotions that I saw life and strength come +slowly to the sick man.</p> + +<p> By daily visits Kobu kept himself advised of the +patient's condition, and kept us informed of the +swift approach of the Vancouver steamer and its +dreaded passenger. One day, when Page was sleeping +and our anxiety as to what was coming had +reached the breaking point, the detective came. He +announced that he had received information that +the steamer had docked at Yokohama that morning. +In the afternoon the Chicago Bank representative +would arrive at Otsu, our nearest railroad station. +Kobu said he would bring the guest to our house +at once and his kind wish that Page San's "sicker +would soon be healthy" did not wholly hide the triumph +of his professional pride.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[Pg 257]</a></span> He went his way to the station, leaving behind +him thoughts sadder than death can bring.</p> + +<p> When I told Jane what we were to expect her +pale eyes were almost drowned. She looked frail +and tired, but from somewhere a smile made rainbows +of her tears.</p> + +<p> "Don't give up, Miss Jenkins. No use crying +over cherry blossoms before they wither. Kobu's +human enough to be mistaken. Detectives aren't +so smart. Sometimes they tree a chipmunk and +think it's a bear."</p> + +<p> It was the nearest I'd ever heard Jane come to +a criticism, and I knew she felt deeply to go this +far.</p> + +<p> Zura listened quietly to what I had to tell. But +her eyes darkened and widened. "You mean they +are coming to take Page away?"</p> + +<p> "Yes; as soon as he is strong enough."</p> + +<p> "Then I am going with him."</p> + +<p> "Go with him? You, a young girl, go with a +man who is in charge of an officer? It's impossible. +I pray God it's not true, but if the law can +prove that Page has sinned, he will have to pay the +penalty in prison. You can't go there."</p> + +<p> "No, but I can wait outside, and be ready to +stand by him when he is released. No matter how +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[Pg 258]</a></span>guilty the law declares him, he is still the same Page +to me. He's mine. I belong to him. Did not my +own mother think home and country well lost for +love? She knew her fate and smiled while she +blindly followed. I know mine, and there is no +other path for me but by the side of Page. Whatever +comes I've known his love."</p> + +<p> It was not the raving of a hysterical girl; it was +the calm utterance of a woman—one of the East, +who in recognizing the call of her destiny unshrinkingly +accepts its decrees of sorrow as well as of +joy. By training, environment and inclination Zura +Wingate might be of the West; but her Occidental +blood was diluted with that of the East, and wherever +is found even one small drop, though it sleep +long, in the end it arises and claims its own as surely +as death claims life.</p> + +<p> It was only a little while since Kobu had left us +to go to the station to bring the unwelcome visitor +from America.</p> + +<p> The hills had scarcely ceased the echo of the +shrieking engine, it seemed to me, when I heard +the tap of the gong at the entrance. I started at +once for Page's room where Zura and Jane were on +watch.</p> + +<p> Kobu and his companion were ahead of me. +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[Pg 259]</a></span>The brilliant light of a sunny afternoon softened as +it sifted through the paper shoji, suffusing room +and occupants in a tender glow. Through it, as +I reached the door, I saw Zura half bending over +the bed, shielding the face of the sick boy, Jane +at the foot with lifted, detaining hand, Kobu's face +as he pointed to the bed, saying, "There, sir, is the +thief—I mean prisoner," and his startled look as +the tall, gray-headed stranger went swiftly to the +bed and gathered Page into his outstretched arms.</p> + +<p> "A thief!" he cried. "Somebody's going to +get hurt in a minute. He's my son. Oh! boy, +boy, I thought I'd lost you!"</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[Pg 260]</a></p> +<h2><a name="XIX" id="XIX"></a>XIX</h2> + +<h3>"THE END OF THE PERFECT DAY"</h3> + + +<p> Jane was the first in that astonished group to +recover, and her voice was as sweet and clear +as a trumpet-call of victory, singing her gladness +and trust: "I knew it! I knew it! But who are +you, sir? Page said his father was dead."</p> + +<p> "I? My name is Ford Page Hamilton, and this +is my boy. I've been looking for him for months."</p> + +<p> Page's eyes intently searched his father's face, +as alternate fear and joy possessed him. The moment +was tense; we waited breathlessly; at last +Page asked: "But, Father, what did I do with +them?"</p> + +<p> "With what, son?"</p> + +<p> "The bags of money—the collection I was to +turn over to the firm."</p> + +<p> "You delivered them sealed and labeled, then +you disappeared off the map, just as if you had +melted."</p> + +<p> The word "melted" seemed to open in the brain +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[Pg 261]</a></span>of the invalid a door long closed. A sleeping +memory stirred. "Wait! It is all coming back! +Give me time!" he pleaded.</p> + +<p> It was no place for a crowd. I took Zura by +the hand, pulled Jane's sleeve, motioned Kobu toward +the door, and together we went softly away.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> An hour later, when Mr. Hamilton came in, the +happiest spot in all the Flowery Kingdom was the +little living-room of "The House of the Misty +Star."</p> + +<p> Page was asleep through sheer exhaustion, and +the father, with lowered voice and dimmed eyes, +told the story.</p> + +<p> The explanation was all so simple I felt as if I +should be sentenced for not thinking of it before. +For had I not seen what tricks the heat of the Orient +could play with the brain cells of a white man? +Had I not seen men and women go down to despair +under some fixed hallucination, conjured from +the combination of overwork and a steamed atmosphere—transforming +happy, normal humans into +fear-haunted creatures, ever pursued by an unseen +foe? In such a fever-racked mind lay all Page's +troubles.</p> + +<p> For the last four years he had held a place of +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[Pg 262]</a></span>heavy responsibility with a large oil concern in +Singapore. His duties led him into isolated districts. +Danger was ever present, but a Malay robber +was no more treacherous an enemy than the +heat, and far less subtle. One day, after some unusually +hard work, Page turned in his money and +reports, and went his way under the blistering sun.</p> + +<p> It was then that the fever played its favorite game +by confusing his brain and tangling his thoughts. +He wandered down to the docks and aboard a tramp +steamer about to lift anchor. When the vessel was +far away the fateful disease released its grip on his +body. But in the many months of cruising among +unnamed islands in southern seas, it cruelly mocked +him with a belief he had purloined the money and +taunted him with forgetfulness as to the hiding +place.</p> + +<p> When Page left the ship at a Japanese port +memory cleared enough to give him back a part +of his name, but tricked him into hiding from a +crime he had not committed.</p> + +<p> My remorse was unmeasurable as I realized the +whole truth, but my heart out-caroled any lark that +ever grew a feather. The boy's soul was as clean +as our love for him was deep.</p> + +<p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[Pg 263]</a></p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 356px;"><a href="images/img275.jpg"> +<img src="images/img275th.jpg" width="356" height="399" alt=""Oh! boy, boy, I thought I'd lost you"" title=""Oh! boy, boy, I thought I'd lost you"" /></a> +<span class="caption">"Oh! boy, boy, I thought I'd lost you"</span> +</div> + +<p> "You see," continued Mr. Hamilton, "Page's +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[Pg 265]</a></span>mother died when he was only a lad, and my responsibility +was doubled. When his regular letters +ceased I cabled his firm for information. They +were unable to find any trace of him. He had always +been such a strong, sturdy youth I could not +connect him with illness. Fearing he had been +waylaid or was held for ransom I offered the reward +through my Chicago bankers. The months +at sea of course blocked us. The suspense was +growing intolerable when the information came +from Mr. Kobu; that brought me here."</p> + +<p> All this time the detective had been silent. But +no word or look of the others escaped him. At +last the thing was forced upon him. He had +missed the much-wanted cashier whose capture +meant a triumph over the whole detective world. +And he had been so very sure Page was the man! +Descriptions and measurements were so alike. Both +from the same city, one with the name of Hamilton, +the other with that of Hammerton.</p> + +<p> As Page's father remarked when he heard the +story: "Mr. Kobu, those names are enough alike +to be brothers, though I'm glad they are not."</p> + +<p> But Kobu was not to be coaxed into any excuse +for himself. Any one who knew him could but +know the humiliation he would suffer at mistaking +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[Pg 266]</a></span>the prize. Even a big reward was slight balm to +the blow at his pride. Intently he watched and +listened until the details were clear to him. He +could not understand all this emotion and indulgence +in tears which were good only to wash the +dust from eyes. But Kobu was truly Japanese in +his comprehension of a father's love. He masked +his chagrin with a smile and paid unstinted praise +to the man who had tirelessly searched for his only +son. With many bows and indrawings of breath +the detective made a profound adieu to each of us +and took his leave.</p> + +<p> As the sound of the closing lodge gates reached +us something in Jane's attitude caught my attention. +In her eye was the look of a mischievous +child who had foiled its playmate.</p> + +<p> "Jane, what is the matter with you?" I asked.</p> + +<p> "I was just feeling so sorry for Mr. Kobu. He +is awfully nice, but I could not tell him. I knew!"</p> + +<p> "What?" I demanded.</p> + +<p> "Oh, I knew dear Page was not the gentleman +who borrowed the bank's money."</p> + +<p> "Knew it! How did you know?"</p> + +<p> "Because a little while ago that nice cashier +gentleman from Chicago sought shelter in the +Quarters. I heard his story. He was the hungri<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[Pg 267]</a></span>est +man for home cooking I ever saw. I gave him +plenty of it, too, and a little Testament besides, before +he left."</p> + +<p> "Why, Jane Gray! you knew this and did not +tell?"</p> + +<p> "Yes, Miss Jenkins; that is what I did. You +see I am a sort of father confessor. I simply cannot +furnish information about the dear people who +confide in me. I would have saved Page, but when +I came home and found him ill something told me +to give both men a chance. I knew Page was not +guilty. The same thing that made me sure of my +hospital made me certain he would get well. The +other man—well, you know, I am only a messenger +of hope. I wanted to give him time to read +that little book!"</p> + +<p> I was dumb with astonishment.</p> + +<p> "Upon my word," remarked Mr. Hamilton after +an eloquent pause, "as a soul diplomat you give +me a new light on missionaries! Everything is all +right now. I have found my son, and, if I know +the signs, a daughter as well. She is a picture +in her nurse's dress. Tell me about her."</p> + +<p> I turned to look for Zura, but she was no longer +in the room.</p> + +<p> Leaving the delighted Jane in a full swing of +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[Pg 268]</a></span>talk about Zura, I withdrew and crossed the +passageway. The paper doors of the sick chamber +were wide apart, and once again I saw outlined +against the glow of the evening sky two figures. +The girl held the hands of the man against her +heart, and through the soft shadows came low, +happy voices:</p> + +<p> "Ah, Zura, 'I sought for thee and found +thee!'"</p> + +<p> "Belovedest," joyously whispered the girl, +bending low. Darkness, tender as love itself, +folded about them, and I went my peaceful way.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> Two long-to-be-remembered months passed +swiftly. On the wings of each succeeding hour +was borne to Page the joy of returning health, +to the other members of my household the gladness +of life we had never before known. Mr. +Hamilton remained, waiting to take back with him, +as one, Page and Zura. In the fullness of her +joy Zura was quite ready to forgive and be forgiven, +and said so very sincerely to her grandfather.</p> + +<p> Kishimoto San replied in a way characteristic. +He said the whole tragedy was the inevitable result +of broken traditions and the mixing of two +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[Pg 269]</a></span>races which to the end of eternity would never +assimilate. He had washed his heart clean of all +anger against her, but his days were nearing a +close. He had lost the fight and for him life was +done. Oblivion would be welcome, for after all</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"What of our life! 'T is imaged by a boat:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The wide dawn sees it on the sea afloat;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Swiftly it rows away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And on the dancing waves no trace is seen<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That it has ever been!"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p> Jane's hospital was soon completed, and I could +no longer resist the sincere pleadings for her to +be allowed to live in the quarters once again. +"My people are calling, and, though I am a frail +and feeble leader, I must give all my time to them +and help them to find the way back home and sell +their souls for the highest price."</p> + +<p> Without protest I let her go. I had no word +of criticism for Jane. Every soul is born for a +purpose—some to teach, others to preach, and +all to serve. Miss "Jaygray" more than justified +her calling and her kind. Her simple faith had +made many whole.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p> Once again the Spirit of Spring held the old +garden in a radiance of color. Once again the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[Pg 270]</a></span>bird from the spirit land called to its mate and +heard the soft thrill of the answer. The singing +breeze swayed the cloud of cherry bloom, sending +showers of petals to earth, covering the grim +old stone image, making giant pink mushrooms of +the low lanterns.</p> + +<p> How lonely a thing would have been the Spirit +of Spring had it not walked hand in hand with the +Spirit of Love!</p> + +<p> In the white moonlight sifting through the +pines I saw Page and Zura in my garden on their +last night in old Japan—destinies, begun afar, +fulfilled beneath the shadows of the smiling gods.</p> + +<p> "But think what love will do to them both," +had once said the foolishly wise little missionary.</p> + +<p> And now it has all come to pass.</p> + +<p> Once again I am alone, yet never lonely, for +my blessings are unmeasured. I have my work. +I have love, and The House of the Misty Star +holds the precious jewel of memory.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h4>THE END</h4> + +<p class="bbox">Transcriber's notes: Quotation marks normalised.</p> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The House of the Misty Star +by Fannie Caldwell Macaulay + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE HOUSE OF THE MISTY STAR *** + +***** This file should be named 17108-h.htm or 17108-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/1/7/1/0/17108/ + +Produced by David Garcia, Christine D and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This +file was produced from images generously made available +by The Kentuckiana Digital Library) + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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