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Lady and Sada San : a sequel to The lady of the decoration / by Frances Little [pseud.] Little, Frances, 1863-1941. 400dpi TIFF G4 page images University of Kentucky, Electronic Information Access & Management Center Lexington, Kentucky 2002 b92-224-31182853 Electronic reproduction. 2002. (Beyond the shelf, serving historic Kentuckiana through virtual access (IMLS LG-03-02-0012-02) ; These pages may be freely searched and displayed. Permission must be received for subsequent distribution in print or electronically. Lady and Sada San : a sequel to The lady of the decoration / by Frances Little [pseud.] Little, Frances, 1863-1941. Century, New York : 1912. 225 p.,  leaf of col. plates : ill. ; 18 cm. Coleman Microfilm. Atlanta, Ga. : SOLINET, 1994. 1 microfilm reel ; 35 mm. (SOLINET/ASERL Cooperative Microfilming Project (NEH PS-20317) ; SOL MN04755.07 KUK) Printing Master B92-224. IMLS This electronic text file was created by Optical Character Recognition (OCR). No corrections have been made to the OCR-ed text and no editing has been done to the content of the original document. Encoding has been done through an automated process using the recommendations for Level 1 of the TEI in Libraries Guidelines. Digital page images are linked to the text file. The Lady and Sada San This page in the original text is blank. Beautiful even in her pallor The Lady and Sada San A Sequel to The Lady of the Decoration By Frances Little New York The Century Co. 1912 Copyright, 1912, by THE CENTURY CO. Fublished, October, Jqtz TO ELLEN CHURCHILL SEMPLE AND CHARLOTTE SMITH MY FELLOW WANDERERS THROUGH THE ORIENT This page in the original text is blank. The Lady and Sada San This page in the original text is blank. The Lady and Sada San ON THE HIGH SEAs. June, 1911. Mate: You once told me, before you went to Italy, that after having been my inti- mate relative all these years, you had drawn a red line through the word sur- prise. Restore the abused thing to its own at once. You will need it when the end of this letter is reached. I have left Kentucky after nine years of stay- at-home happiness, and once again I am on my way to Japan-this time in wifely disobedience to Jack's wishes. What do you think that same Jack has "gone and done"! Of course he 3 The Lady and Sada San is right. That is the provoking part of Jack; it always turns out that he is in the right. Two months ago he went to some place in China which, from its ungodly name, should be in the fur- thermost parts of a wilderness. Per- haps you have snatched enough time from guarding the kiddies from a pre- mature end in Como to read a head- line or so in the home papers. If by some wonderful chance, between baby prattle, bumps and measles, they have given you a moment's respite, then you know that the Government has grown decidedly restless for fear the energetic and enterprising bubonic or pneumonic germ might take passage on some of the ships from the Orient. So it is fortifying against invasion. The Gov- ernment, knowing Jack's indomitable determination to learn everything knowable about the private life and 4 The Lady and Sada San character of a given germ, asked him to join several other men it is send- ing out to get information, provided of course the germ does n't get them first. Jack read me the official-looking doc- ument one night between puffs of his after-dinner pipe. Another surprise awaits you. For once in my life I had nothing to say. Possibly it is just as well for the good of the cause that the honorable writer of the letter could not see how my thoughts looked. I glanced about our little den, aglow with soft lights; everything in it seemed to smile. Well, as you know it, Mate, I do not believe even you realize the blissfulness of the hours of quiet comradeship we have spent there. With the great know-it-all old world shut out, for joyful years we have dwelt together in a home-made para- 5 The Lady and Sada San dise. And yet it seemed just then as if I were dwelling in a home-made Other Place. The difference in the speed of time depends on whether love is your guest or not. The thought of the briefest interrup- tion to my content made me feel like cold storage. A break in happiness is sometimes hard to mend. The blossom does not return to the tree after the storm, no matter how beautiful the sun- shine; and the awful fear of the faint- est echo of past sorrow made my heart as numb as a snowball. To the old ter- ror of loneliness was added fear for Jack's safety. But I did not do what you naturally would prophesy. After seeing the look on Jack's face I changed my mind, and my protest was the silent kind that says so much. It was lost! Already Jack had gone into 6 The Lady and Sada San one of his trances, as he does when- ever there is a possibility of bearding a brand-new microbe in its den, whether it is in his own country or one beyond the seas. In body he was -in a padded chair with all the comforts of home and a charming wife within speaking distance. In spirit he was in dust-laden China, joyfully following the trail of the wandering germ. Later on, when Jack came to, we talked it over. I truly remembered your warnings on the danger of impetuosity; for I choked off every hasty word and gave my con- sent for Jack to go. Then I cried half the night because I had. We both know that long ago Jack headed for the topmost rung of a very tall scientific ladder. Sometimes my enthusiasm as chief booster and en- courager has failed, as when it meant absence and risk. Though I have 7 The Lady and Sada San known women who specialized in re- nunciation, till they were the only happy people in the neighborhood, its charms have never lured me into any violent sacrifice. Here was my chance and I firmly refused to be the millstone to ornament Jack's neck. You might know, Mate I was hop- ing all the time that he would find it quite impossible to leave such a nice biddable wife at home. But I learn something new about Jack every day. After rather heated discussion it was decided that I should stay in the little home. That is, the heat and the discus- sion was all on my side. The decision lay in the set of Jack's mouth, despite the tenderness in his eyes. He thought the risks of the journey too great for me; the hardships of the rough life too much. Dear me! Will men never learn 8 The Lady and Sada San that hardship and risk are double cous- ins to loneliness, and not even related to love by marriage But just as well paint on water as to argue with a scientist when he has reached a conclusion. Besides, said Jack, the fatherly Gov- ernment has no intention that petti- coats, even hobbled ones, should be flit- ting around while the habits and the methods of the busy insect were being examined through a microscope or a telescope. The choice of instrument de- pending, of course, upon the activity of the bug. Black Charity was to be my chief-of- police and comforter-in-general. Par- ties-house, card and otherwise-were to be my diversion, and I was to make any little trips I cared for. Well, that 's just what I am doing. Of 9 The Lady and Sada San course, there might be a difference of opinion as to whether a journey from Kentucky to Japan is a little trip. I am held by a vague uneasiness to- day. Possibly it 's because I am not certain as to Jack's attitude, when he learns through my letter, which is sail- ing along with me, that I am going to Japan to be as near him as possible. I hope he will appreciate my thoughtful- ness in saving him all the bother of say- ing no. Or it might be that my slightly dampened spirits come from the discus- sion I am still having with myself whether it 's the part of a dutiful wife to present herself a wiggling sacrifice to science, or whether science should at- tend to its own business and lead not into temptation the scientifically in- dined heads of peaceful households. You '11 say the decision of what was best lay with Jack. Honey, there 's the 10 The Lady and Sada San error of your mortal mind ! In a ques- tion like that my spouse is as one-sided as a Civil War veteran. Say germ-hunt to Jack and it 's like dangling a gaudy fly before a hungry carp I saw Jack off at the station, and went back to the little house. Charity had sent the cook home and with her own hands served all the beloved dain- ties of my long-ago childhood, trying to coax me into forgetfulness. As you remember, Mate, dinner has always been the happiest hour of the day in our small domain. Now Well, every- thing was just the same. The only dif- ference was Jack. And the half circle of bare tablecloth opposite me was about as cheerful as a snowy afternoon at the North Pole. I wandered around the house for awhile, but every time I turned a corner there was a memory waiting to greet me. Now the merriest 11 The Lady and Sada San of them seemed to be covered with a chilly shadow, and every one was pale and ghostly. All night I lay awake, playing at the old game of mental soli- taire and keeping tryst with the wind which seemed to tap with unseen fingers at my window and sigh, "Then let come what come may I shall have had my day." Is it possible, Mate, that my glorious day, which I thought had barely tipped the hour of noon, is already lengthen- ing into the still shadows of evening It was foolish but, for the small com- fort I got out of it, I turned on the light and looked inside my wedding- ring. Time has worn it a bit but the letters which spell "My Lady of the Decoration," spelled again the old-time thrill into my heart. What 's the use of tying your heart- 12 The Lady and Sada San strings around a man, and then have ambition slip the knot and leave you all a-quiver Far be it from me to stand in Jack's way if germ-stalking is necessary to his success. Just the same, I could have spent profitable moments reading the burial service over every microbe, home-grown and foreign. Really, Mate, I 've conscientiously tried every plan Jack proposed and a few of my own. It was no use. That day-after-Christmas feeling promptly suppressed any effort towards content- ment. At first there was a certain exhilara- tion in catching pace with the gay whirl which for so long had been passed by for homier things. You will remember there was a time when the pace of that same whirl was never swift enough for me; but my taste for it now was gone, 13 The Lady and Sada San and it was like trying to do a two-step to a funeral march. For once in my life I knew the real meaning of that poor old worn-to-a-frazzle call of the East, for now the dominant note was the call of love. I heard it above the clink of the tea- cups. It was in the swish of every silk petticoat. If I went to the theater, church or concert, the call of that germ- ridden spot of the unholy name beat into my brain with the persistency of a tom-tom on a Chinese holiday. Say what you will, Mate, it once took all my courage to leave those I loved best and go to far-away Japan. Now it required more than I could dig up to stay-with the best on the other side of the Pacific. The struggle was easy and swift. The tom-tom won and I am on my way to be next-door neighbor to Jack. 14 The Lady and Sada San Those whom it concerned here were away from home, so I told no one good-by, thus saving everybody so much wasted advice. If there were a tax on advice the necessities of life would not come so high. Charity fol- lowed me to the train, protesting to the last that "Marse Jack gwine doubt her velocity when she tell him de truf bout her lady going a-gaddin' off by herse'f and payin' no mind to her ole mammy's prosterations." I asked her to come with me as maid. She refused; said her church was to have an ice-cream sociable and she had "to fry de fish." This letter will find you joyfully busy with the babies and the "only man." Blest woman that you are. But I know you. I have a feeling that you have a few remarks to make. So hurry up. Let us get it off our minds. Then I can better tell you what 15 The Lady and Sada San I am doing. Something is going to happen. It usually does when I am around. I have been asked to chap- erone a young girl whose face and name spell romance. If I were seeking occu- pation here is the opportunity knocking my door into splinters. STILL AT SEA. June, 1911. Any time you are out of a job and want to overwork all your faculties and a few emotions, try chaperoning a young room-mate answering to the name of Sada San, who is one-half American dash, and the other half the unnamable witchery of a Japanese woman; a girl with the notes of a lark in her voice when she sings to the soft twang of an old guitar. If, too, you are seeking to study psychological effect of such a combina- tion on people, good, middlin' and oth- 16 The Lady and Sada San erwise, I would suggest a Pacific liner as offering fifty-seven varieties, and then some. The last twinge of conscience I had over coming, died a cheerful death. I 'd do it again. For not only is ro- mance surcharging the air, but fate gives promise of weaving an intricate pattern in the story of this maid whose life is just fairly begun and whom the luck of the road has given me as trav- eling mate. Now, remembering a few biffs fate has given me, I have no burn- ing desire to meddle with her business. Neither am I hungering for responsi- bility. But what are you going to say to yourself, when a young girl with a look in her eyes you would wish your daughter to have, unhesitatingly gives you a letter addressed at large to some " Christian Sister "! You read it to find it 's from her home pastor, re- 17 The Lady and Sada San questing just a little companionship for "a tender young soul who is trying her wings for the first time in the big and beautiful world"I I have a very pri- vate opinion about reading my title clear to the Christian Sister business, but no woman with a heart as big as a pinch of snuff could resist giving her very best and much more to the slip of a winsome maid, who confidingly asks it-especially if the sister has any knowledge of the shadows lurking in the beautiful world. Mate, these steamers as they sail from shore to shore are like giant the- aters. Every trip is an impromptu drama where comedy, farce, and often startling tragedy offer large speaking parts. The revelation of human na- ture in the original package is funny and pathetic. Amusement is always on 18 The Lady and Sada San tap and life stories are just hanging out of the port-hole waiting to attack your sympathy or tickle your funny bone. But you 'd have to travel far to find the beginning of a story so heaped up with romantic interest as that of Sada San as she told it to me, one long, lazy afternoon as I lay on the couch in my cabin, thanking my stars I was get- ting the best of the bare tablecloth and the empty house at home. Some twenty years ago Sada's father, an American, grew tired of the slow life in a slow town and lent ear to the fairy stories told of the Far East, where fortunes were made by looking wise for a few moments every morn- ing and devoting the rest of the day to samisens and flutes. He found the glorious country of Japan. The be- guiling tea-houses, and softly swinging 19 The Lady and Sada San sampans were all too distracting. They sang ambition to sleep and the fortune escaped. He drifted, and at last sought a mean existence as teacher of English in a school of a remote seaside village. His spirit broke when the message came of the death of the girl in America who was waiting for him. Isolation from his kind and bitter hours left for thought made life alone too ghastly. He tried to make it more endurable by taking the pretty daughter of the head man of the village as his wife. My temperature took a tumble when I saw proofs of a hard and fast mar- riage ceremony, signed and counter- signed by a missionary brother who meant business. You say it is a sordid tale Mate, I know a certain spot in this Land of Blossoms, where only foreigners are 20 The Lady and Sada San laid to rest, which bears testimony to a hundred of its kind-strange and piti- ful destinies begun with high and bril- liant hopes in their native land; and when illusions have faded, the end has borne the stamp of tragedy, because suicide proved the open door out of a life of failure and exile. Sada's father was saved suicide and long unhappiness by a timely tidal- wave, which swept the village nearly bare, and carried the man and his wife out to sea and to eternity. The child was found by Susan West who came from a neighboring town to care for the sick and hungry. Susan was a teacher-missionary. Not much to look at, if her picture told the truth, but from bits of her history that I 've picked up her life was a brighter jewel than most of us will ever find in a heavenly crown. Instead of holding the 21 The Lady and Sada San unbeliever by the nape of the neck and thrusting a not-understood doctrine down his unwilling throat, she lived the simple creed of loving her neighbor bet- ter than herself. And the old pair of goggles she wore made little halos around the least speck of good she found in any transgressor, no matter how warped with evil. When she was n't helping some help- less sinner to see the rainbow of prom- ise at the end of the straight and nar- row way, Susan spent her time and all her salary, giving sick babies a fighting chance for life. She took the half- drowned little Sada home with her, and searched for any kinsman left the child. There was only one, her mother's brother. He was very poor and gladly gave his consent that Miss West should keep the child-as long as it was a girl! Susan had taught the man English once 22 The Lady and Sada San in the long ago and this was his chance to repay her. Later on when the teacher found her health failing and headed for home in America, Uncle Mura was still more generous and raised no objections to her taking the baby with her. Together they lived in a small West- ern town. The missionary reared the child by rule of love only and went on short rations to educate her. Sada's eager mind absorbed everything offered her like a young sponge, and when a few months ago Susanna folded her hands and joined her foremothers, there was let loose on the world this exquisite girl with her solitary legacy of untried ideals and a blind enthusiasm for her mother's people. Right here, Mate, was when I had a prolonged attack of cold shivers. Just before Miss West passed along, know- 23 The Lady and Sada San ing that the Valley was near, she wrote to Uncle in Japan and told him that his niece would soon be alone. Can't you imagine the picture she drew of her foster child who had satisfied every craving of her big mother heart Fas- cinating and charming and so weighted with possibilities, that Mura, who had prospered, leaped for his chance and sent Sada San money for the passage over. Not a mite of anxiety shadowed her eyes when she told me that Uncle kept a wonderful tea-house in Kioto. He must be very rich, she thought, because he wrote her of the beautiful things she was to have. About this time the room seemed suffocating. I got up and turned on the electric fan. The only ilning required of her, she continued, was to use her voice to entertain Un- cle 's friends. But she hoped to do 24 The Lady and Sada San much more. Through Miss West she knew how many of her mother's dear people needed help. How glorious that she was young and strong and could give so much. Susan had also talked to her of the flowers, the lovely scenery, the poetry of the people and their splendid spirit--making a dreamland where even man was perfect. How she loved it! How proud she was to feel that in part it was her country. Faith- fully would she serve it. Oh, Susanna West! I 'd like to shake you till your harp snapped a string. It 's like send- ing a baby to pick flowers on the edge of a bottomless pit. What could I say! The missionary- teacher had told the truth. She simply failed to mention that in the fairy-land there are cherry-blossom lanes down which no human can wander without being torn by the brier patches. 25 The Lady and Sada San The path usually starts from a won- derful tea-house where Uncles have grown rich. Miss West did n't mean to shirk her duty. In most things the begoggled lady was a visionary with a theory that if you don't talk about a thing it does not exist; and like most of her kind she swept the disagreeables into a dust heap and made for the high places where all was lovely. And yet she had toiled with the girl through all the difficulties of the Japanese lan- guage; and, to give her a musical edu- cation, had pinched to the point of buy- ing one hat in eight years! Now it is all done and Sada is launched on the high seas of life with a pleasure-house for a home and an un- scrupulous Uncle with unlimited au- thority for a chaperon. Shades of Susan! but I am hoping guardian an- 26 The Lady and Sada San gels are "really truly," even if in- visible. Good night, Mate. This game of playing tag with jarring thoughts, new and old, has made six extra wrinkles. I am glad I came and you and Jack will have to be, for to quote Charity, "I 'se done resoluted on my word of honah" to keep my hands, if possible, on Sada whose eyes are as blue as her hair is black. PACIFIC OCEAN. Since morning the sea has been a sheet of blue, streaked with the silver of flying fish. That is all the scenery there is; not a sail nor a bird nor an in- sect. Either the unchanging view or something in the air has stimulated everybody into being their nicest. It is surprising how quickly graciousness 27 The Lady and Sada San possesses some people when there is a witching girl around. Vivacious young men and benevolent officers have sud- denly appeared out of nowhere, spick and span in white duck and their win- ningest smiles. Entertainments dove- tail till there is barely time for change of costume between acts. But let me tell you, Mate, living up to being a mother is no idle pastime, particularly if it means reviving the lost art of managing love-smitten youths and elderly male coquettes. There is a specimen of each opposite Sada and me at table who are so gen- erous with their company on deck, be- fore and after meals, I have almost run out of excuses and am short on plans to avoid the heavy obligations of their eager attentions. The youth is a To-Be-Ruler of many people, a Maharajah of India. But the 28 The Lady and Sada San name is bigger than the man. Two years ago his father started the boy around the world with a sack full of rubles and a head full of ancient In- dian lore. With these assets he paused at Oxford that he might skim through the classics. He had been told this was where all the going-to-be-great men stopped to acquire just the proper tone of superiority so necessary in ruling a country. Of course he picked up a bit on electricity, mechanics, etc. This ac complished to his satisfaction he ran over to America to view the barbari- ans' god of money and take a glance at their houses which touched the sky. But his whole purpose in living, he told me, was to yield himself to certain med- itations, so that in his final reincarna- tion, which was only a few centuries off, he would return to the real thing in Buddha. In the meantime he was to 29 The Lady and Sada San be a lion, a tiger and a little white bird. At present he is plain human, with the world-old malady gnawing at his heart, a pain which threatens to send his cogitations whooping down a thornier and rosier lane than any Buddha ever knew. Besides I am thinking a few worldly vanities have crept in and set him back an eon or so. He wears pur- ple socks, pink ties and a dainty watch strapped around his childish wrist. When I asked him what impressed him most in America, he promptly an- swered with his eyes on Sada, "Them girls. They are rapturous!" Farewell Nirvana! With a camp stool in one hand and a rosary in the other, he follows Sada San like the shadow on a sun dial. Wherever she is seated, there is the stool and the royal youth, his mournful eyes feasting on 30 The Lady and Sada San the curves and dimples of her face, her lightest jest far sweeter than any prayer, the beads in his hand forgotten. The other would-be swain calls him- self a Seeker of Truth. Incidentally he is hunting a wife. His general atti- tude is a constant reminder of the un- certainty of life. His presence makes you glad that nothing lasts. He says his days are heavy with the problems of the universe, but you can see for yourself that this very commercial traveler carries a light side line in an assortment of flirtations that surely must be like dancing little sunbeams on a life of gloom. Goodness knows how much of a nui- sance he would be if it were not for a little lady named Dolly, who sits be- side him, gray in color, dress and expe- rience. At no uncertain age she has 31 The Lady and Sada San found a belated youthfulness and is starting on the first pleasure trip of her life. Coming across the country to San Francisco, her train was wrecked. In the smash-up a rude chair struck her just south of the belt line and she fears brain fever from the blow. The alarm is not general, for though just freed by kind death from an unhappy life sen- tence of matrimony she is ready to try another jailer. Whether he spied Dolly first and hoped that the gleam from her many jewels would light up the path in his search for Truth and a few other things, or whether the Seeker was sought, I do not know. However the flirtation which seems to have no age limit has flourished like a bamboo tree. For once the man was too earnest. Dolly gave heed and promptly attached 32 The Lady and Sada San herself with the persistency of a barna- cle to a weather-beaten junk. By de- vices worthy a finished fisher of men, she holds him to his job of suitor, and if in a moment of abstraction his would- be ardor for Sada grows too percep- tible, the little lady reels in a yard or so of line to make sure her prize is still dangling on the hook. To-day at tiffin the griefless widow unconsciously scored at the expense of the Seeker, to the delight of the whole table. For Sada 's benefit this man quoted a long passage from some Ger- man philosopher. At least it sounded like that. It was far above the little gray head he was trying to ignore and so weighty I feared for her mentality. But I did not know Dolly. She rose like a doughnut. Looking like a child who delights in the rhythm of meaning- less sounds, she heard him through, 33 The Lady and Sada San then exclaimed with breathless delight, "Oh, ain't he fluid" The man fled, but not before he had asked Sada for two dances at night. It is like a funny little curtain-raiser, with jealousy as a gray-haired Cupid. So far as Sada is concerned, it is ad- miration gone to waste. Even if she were not gaily indifferent, she is too absorbed in the happy days she thinks are awaiting her. Poor child! Little she knows of the limited possibilities of a Japanese girl's life; and what the ef- fect of the painful restrictions will be on one of her rearing, I dare not think. Once she is under the authority of Uncle, the Prince, the Seeker, and all mankind will be swept into oblivion; and, until such time as she can be mar- ried profitably and to her master's lik- ing, she will know no man. The cruel- est awakening she will face is the atti- 34 The Lady and Sada San tude of the Orient toward tne innocent offspring in whose veins runs the blood of two races, separated by differences which never have been and never will be overcome. In America the girl's way would not have been so hard because her novel charm would have carried her far. But hear me: in Japan, the very wave in her hair and the color of her eyes will prove a barrier to the highest and best in the land. Even with youth and beauty and intelligence, unqualified recognition for the Eurasian is as rare as a square egg. Another thought hits me in the face as if suddenly meeting a cross bumble- bee. Will the teachings of the woman, who lived with her head in the clouds, hold hard and fast when Uncle puts on the screws The Seeker says it is the fellow who 35 The Lady and Sada San thinks first that wins. He speaks feel- ingly on the subject. Right now I am going to begin cultivating first thought, and try to be near if danger, whose name is Uncle, threatens the girl who has walked into my affections and made herself at home. Later. All the very good people are in bed. The very worldly minded and the young are on deck reluctantly finishing the last dance under a canopy of make-be- lieve cherry blossoms and wistaria. I am on the deck between, closing this letter to vou which I will mail in Yoko- hama in a few hours. In a way I shall be glad to see a quiet room in a hotel and hie me back to sim- ple living, free from the responsibili- ties of a temporary parent. I am not promising myself any gay thrills in the 36 The Lady and Sada San meantime. What 's the use, with Jack on the borderland of a sulphurous country and you in the Garden of Eden His letters and yours will be my greatest excitement. So write and keep on writing and never fear that I will not do the same. You are the safety-valve for my speaking emotions, Mate; so let that help you bear it. Please mark with red ink one small detail of Sada's story. When I was fastening her simple white gown for the dance her chatter was like that of a sunny-hearted child. Indeed, she liked to dance. Susan did not think it harm- ful. She said if your heart was right your feet would follow. When Miss West could spare her she always went to parties with Billy, and oh, how he could dance if he was so big and had red hair. So! there was a Billy I looked in 37 The Lady and Sada San her face for signs. The way was clear but there was a soft little quiver in her voice that caused me carefully to label the unknown William, and lay him on a shelf for future reference. What- ever the coming days hold for her, mine has been the privilege of giving the girl three weeks of unclouded hap- piness. Outside I hear the little Prince pa- cing up and down, yielding up his soul to holy meditations. I 'd be willing to wager my best piece of jade his con- templations are something like a cycle from Nirvana, and closer far to a pair of heavily fringed eyes. Poor little imitation Buddha! He is grasping at the moon 's reflection on the water. Somewhere near I hear Dolly 's soft coo and deep-voiced replies. But unfin- ished packing, a bath and coffee are awaiting me. 38 The Lady and Sada San Dawn is coming, and already through the port hole I see a dot of earth curled against the horizon. Above floats Fuji, the base wrapped in mists, the peak eternally white, a giant snowdrop swinging in a dome of perfect blue. The vision is a call to prayer, a wooing of the soul to the heights of undimmed splendor. After all, Mate, I may give you and Jack a glad surprise and justify Sada handing me that letter addressed to a Christian Sister. YOKOHAMA, July, 1911. Now that I am here, I am trying to decide what to do with myself. At home each day was so full of happy things and the happiest of all was lis- tening for Jack's merry whistle as he opened the street door every night. At home there are always demands, big 39 The Lady and Sada San and little, popping in on me which I sometimes resent and yet being free from makes me feel as dismal as a long vacant house with the For Rent sign up, looks. In this Lotus land there is no must of any kind for the alien, and the only whistles I hear belong to the fierce little tugs that buzz around in the harbor, in and out among the white sails of the fishing fleet like big black beetles in a field of lilies. But you must not think life dull for me. Fate and I have cried a truce, and she is showing me a few hands she is dealing other people. But first listen to the tale I have to tell of the bruise she gave my pride this morning, that will show black for many a day. I joined a crowd on the water's edge in front of the hotel to watch a funeral procession in boats. Recently a hun- dred and eighty fishermen were sent to 40 The Lady and Sada San the bottom by a big typhoon, and the wives and the sweethearts were being towed out to sea to pay a last tribute to them, by strewing the fatal spot with flowers and paper prayers. White- robed priests stood up in the front of the boats and chanted some mournful ritual, keeping time to the dull thump- ing of a drum. The air was heavy with incense. A dreamy melancholy filled the air and I thought how hallowed and beautiful a thing is memory. From out that silent watching crowd came a voice that sent my thoughts flying to starry nights of long ago and my first trip across the Pacific; soft south winds; vows of eternal devotion that kept time with the distant throbbing of a ship's engine. I turned. I was fac- ing little Germany and five littler Ger- manys strung out behind. You surely remember him and how when I 41 The Lady and Sada San could n't see things his way he swore to a wrecked heart and a never-to-be-for- gotten constancy. Mate! There was no more of a flicker of memory in the stare of his round blue eyes than there would have been in a newly baked pretzel. I stood still, waiting for some glimmer of recognition. Instead, he turned to the pincushion on his arm, whom I took to be Ma G., and I heard him say "Herzallorliebsten." I went straight to the hotel and had it trans- lated. Thought it had a familiar sound. Would n't it be interesting to know how many "'only ones" any man's life history records To think of my imagining him eating his heart out with hopeless longing in some far away Tibetan Monastery. And here he was, pudgy and content, with his fat little brood waddling along behind him. If our vision could penetrate the fu- 42 The Lady and Sada San ture, verily Romance would have to close up shop. Oh, no ! I did n't want him to pine entirely away, but he need n 't have been in such an ever- lasting hurry to get fat and prosperous over it. Would n 't Jack howl I took good care to see that he was not stopping at this hotel. Then I went back to my own thoughts of the happy years that had been mine since Little Germany bade me a tearful good-by. And, too, I wanted to think out some plan whereby I can keep in touch with Sada and be friendly with her relative. Before I left the steamer, I had a surprise in the way of Uncles. Next time I will pause before I prophesy. But if Uncle was a blow to my precon- ceived ideas, I will venture Sada star- tled a few of his traditions as to nieces. Quarantine inspection was short, and when at last we cast anchor, the harbor 43 The Lady and Sada San was as blue as if a patch of the sunmmer sky had dropped into it. The thatched roofs shone russet brown against the dark foliage of the hills. The temple roofs curved gracefully above the pink mist of the crepe myrtle. Sada was standing by me on the up- per deck, fascinated by the picture. As she realized the long dreamed-of fairy-land was unfolding before her, tears of joy filled her eyes and tears of another kind filled mine. Sampans, launches and lighters clus- tered around the steamer as birds of prey gather to a feast: captains in gilt braid; coolies in blue and white, with their calling-cards stamped in large let- ters on their backs, and the story of their trade written around the tail of their coats in fantastic Japanese char- acters. Gentlemen in divided skirts and ladies in kimono and clogs swarmed 44 The Lady and Sada San up the gangway. In the smiling, push- ing crowd I looked for the low-browed relative I expected to see. Imagine the shock, Mate, when a man with manners as beautiful as his silk kimono pre- sented his card and announced that he was Uncle Mura. I had been pointed out as Sada's friend. A week after- wards I could have thought of some- thing brilliant to say. Taken un- awares, I stammered out a hope that his honorable teeth were well and his health poor. You see I am all right in Japanese if I do the talking. For I know what I want to say and what they ought to say. But when they come at me with a flank movement, as it were, I am lost. Uncle passed over my blun- der without a smile and went on to say many remarkable things, if sound means anything. However, trust even a deaf woman to prick up her ears when 45 The Lady and Sada San a compliment is headed her way, whether it is in Sanskrit or Polynesian. In acknowledgment I stuck to my flag, and the man's command of quaint but correct English convinced me that I would have to specialize in something more than first thought if I was to cope with this tea-house proprietor whose armor is the subtle manners of the courtier. Blessed Sada! Only the cocksure- ness of youth made her blind to the check her enthusiasm was meant to re- ceive in the first encounter of the new life. She had always met people on equal terms, most men falling easy victims. She was blissfully ignorant that Mura, by directing his conversa- tion to me, meant to convey to her that well-bred girls in this enchanted land lowered their eyes and folded their hands when they talked in the 46 The Lady and Sada San presence of a MAN, if they dared to talk at all. Not so this half-child of the West. She fairly palpitated with joy and bab- bled away with the freedom of a sunny brook in the shadow of a grim forest. From the man's standpoint, he was not unkind; unrestraint was to him an in- comprehensible factor in a young girl's make-up; and whatever was to follow, the first characters he meant her to learn must spell reverence and repres- sion. They hurried ashore to catch a train to Kioto. I must look harmless, for I was invited to call. I shall accept, for I have a feeling in spite of manners and silken robes that the day is not distant when the distress signals will be flying. I waved good-by to the girl as the little launch made its way to land. She made a trumpet of her hands and called 47 The Lady and Sada San a merry "sayonara." The master of her future folded his arms and looked out to sea. The next day I had a lonely lunch at the hotel. When I saw two lovery young things at the table where Jack and I had our wedding breakfast, so long ago, I made for the other end of the room and persistently turned my back. But I saw out of the corner of my eye they were far away above food, and, Mate, believe me, they did n't even know it was hot, though a rain barrel couldn't have measured the humidity. Of course Jack and I were much more sensible, but that whole blessed time is wrapped in rosy mists with streaks of moonlight to the tune of heavenly mu- sic, so it 's futile to try to recall just what did happen. I ought to have gone to another hotel, but the chain of mem- ory was too strong for me. 48 The Lady and Sada San I was hesitating between the luxury of a sentimental spell and a fit of lone- liness, when a happy interruption came in a message from Countess Otani, naming the next day at two for luncheon with her at the Arsenal Gar- dens at Tokio. How I wished for you, Mate! It was a fairy-story come true, dragons and all. The Arsenal Garden means just what it says. Only when the dove of peace is on duty are its gates opened, and then to but a few, high in command. For across the white-blossomed hedge that encloses the grounds, armies of men toil cease- lessly molding black bullets for pale people and they work so silently that the birds keep house in the long fringed willows and the goldfish splash in the sunned spots of the tiny lake. After passing the dragons in the shape of sentries and soldiers, to each 49 The Lady and Sada San of whom I gave a brief life-history, I wisely followed my nose and a guard down the devious path. The Countess received her guests in a banquet-hall all ebony and gold, and was not seated permanently on a throne with a diamond crown screwed into her head as we used so fondly to imagine. The simplicity of her hospitality was charming. She and most of her ladies- in-waiting had been educated abroad. But despite the lure of the Western freedom, they had returned to their country with their heads level and their traditions intact. But you guess wrong, honey, if you imagine custom and formality of official life have so overcome these high-born ladies as to make them lay figures who dare not raise their eyes except by rule. There were three American guests, and only 50 The Lady and Sada San by being as nimble as grasshoppers did we hold our own in the table talk which was as exhilarating as a game of snow- ball on a frosty day. We scampered all around war and settled a few important political ques- tions. Poetry, books and the new Cab- inet vied with the merriment over com- parisons in styles of dress. One de- lightful woman told how gloves and shoes had choked her when she first wore them in America. Another gave her experience in getting fatally twisted in her court train when she was making her bow before the German Empress. A soft-voiced matron made us laugh over her story of how, when she was a young girl at a mission school, she unintentionally joined in a Christian prayer, and nearly took the skin off her tongue afterwards scrubbing it with strong soap and water to wash 51 The Lady and Sada San away the stain. There was n't even a smile as she quietly spoke of the many times later when with that same prayer she had tried to make less hard the after-horrors of war. The possibilities of Japanese women are amazing even to one who thinks he knows them. They look as if made for decoration only, and with a flirt of their sleeves they bring out a surprise that turns your ideas a double somersault Here they were, laughing and chatting like a bunch of fresh schoolgirls for whom life was one long holiday. Yet ten out of the number had recently packed away their gorgeous clothes, and laid on a high shelf all royal ranks and rights, for a nurse's dress and kit. Apparently delicate and shy they can be, if emergency demands, as grim as war or as tender as heaven. It was a blithesome day and if it 52 The Lady and Sada San had n 't been for that " all gone " sort of a feeling, that possesses me when even- ing draws near and Jack is far away, content might have marked me as her own. As it was I put off playing a single at dinner as long as possible by calling on a month-old bride whom I had known as a girl. With glee I accepted the offer of an automobile to take me for the visit, and repented later. Two small chauffeurs and a diminutive footman raced me through the narrow, crowded streets, scattering the popu- lace to any shelter it could find. The only reason we did n't take the fronts out of the shops is that Japanese shops are frontless. I looked back to see the countless victims of our speed. I saw only a crowd coming from cover, smiling with curiosity and interest. We hit the top of the hill with a flour- ish, and when I asked what was the 53 The Lady and Sada San hurry my attendants looked hurt and reproachfully asked if that was n't the way Americans liked to ride. Mate, this is a land of contrasts and contradictions. At the garden all had been life and color. At this home, where the wrinkled old servitor opened the heavily carved gates for me, it was as if I had stepped into a bit of ancient Japan, jealously guarded from any en- croachment of new conditions or change of custom. Like a curious package, contents un- known, I was passed from one auto- matic servant to another till I finally reached the Torishirnari or mistress of ceremonies. By clock-work she offered me a seat on the floor, a fan and con- gratulations. This last simply because I was me. The house was ancient and beautiful. The room in which I sat had nothing in it but matting as fine as silk, 54 The Lady and Sada San a rare old vase with two flowers and a leaf in formal arrangement, and an at- mosphere of aloofness that lulled mind and body to restful revery. After my capacity for tea and sugared dough was tested, the little serving maid fanning me, bowing every time I blinked, the paper doors near by divided noiselessly and, framed by the dim light, sat the young bride, quaint and oriental as if she had stepped out of some century- old kakemono. In contrast to my re- cent hostesses it was like coming from a garden of brilliant flowers into the soft, quiet shadows of a bamboo grove. No modern touch about this lady. She had been reduced by rule from a romp- ing girl to a selfless creature fit for a Japanese gentleman's wife and no ques- tions asked. Her hair, her dress, and even her speech were strictly by the laws laid down in a book for the thirty- 55 The Lady and Sada San first day of the first month after mar- riage. But I would like to see the con- vention with a crust thick enough to en- tirely obliterate one woman's interest in another whose clothes and life belong to a distant land. When I told her I had come to Japan against Jack's wishes and was going to follow him to China if I could, she paled at my rash- ness. How could a woman dare dis- obey Would not my husband send me home, take my name off the house regis- ter and put somebody in my place Well now, would n't you like to see the scientist play any such tricks with me-that blessed old Jack who smiles at my follies, asks my advice, and does as he pleases, and for whom there has never been but the one woman in the world! I struggled to make plain to her the attitude of American men and women and the semi-independence of 56 The Lady and Sada San the latter. As well explain theology to a child. To her mind the undevi- ating path of absolute obedience was the only possible way. Anything out- side of a complete renunciation of self- interest and thought meant ruin and was not even to be whispered about. I gave it up and came back to her sphere of poetry and mothers-in-law. Wlhen I said good-by there was a gentle pity in her eyes, for she was cer- tain her long-time friend was headed for the highroad of destruction. But instead I turned into the dim solitude of Shiba Park. I had something to think about. To-day's experiences had painted anew in flaming colors the dif- ference in husbands. How prone a woman is, who is free and dearly be- loved, to fall into the habit of taking things for granted, forgetting how one drop of the full measure of happiness, 57 The Lady and Sada San that a good husband gives her, would turn to rosy tints the gray lives of hun- dreds of her kind who are wives in name only. Her appreciation may be abundant but it is the silent kind. Her bugaboo is fear of sentiment and when it is too late, she remembers with a heart-break. I can think of a thousand things right now I want to say to Jack and while storing them away for some future happy hour, I walked further into the deep shadows of twilight. Instantly the spell of the East was over me. Real life was not. In the soft green silences of mystery and fancy, I found a seat by an ancient moss-cov- ered tomb. Dreamily I watched a great red dragon-fly frivol with the fairy blue wreaths of incense-smoke that hovered above the leaf shadows trembling on the sand. The deep mel- 58 The Lady and Sada San ody of a bell, sifted through a cloud of blossom, caught up my willing soul and floated out to sea and Jack far from this lovely land, where stalks unre- strained the ugly skeleton of easy di- vorce for men. The subject always irritates me like prickly heat. NIKKO, July, 1911. Summer in Japan is no joke, espe- cially if you are waiting for letters. I know perfectly well I can't hear from you and Jack for an age, and yet I watch for the postman three times a day, as a hungry man waits for the din- ner-bell. The days in Yokohama were too much like a continuous Turkish bath, and I fled to Nikko, the ever moist and mossy. Two things you can always ex- pect in this village of "roaring, wind- swept mountains," '-rain and courtesy. 59 The Lady and Sada San One is as inevitable as the other, and both are served in quantities. I am staying in a semi-foreign hotel which is tucked away in a pocket in the side of a mountain as comfy as a fat old lady in a big rocker who glories in dis- pensing hospitality with both hands. Just let me put my head out of my room door and the hall fairly blossoms with little maids eager to serve. A step toward the entrance brings to life a small army of attendants bending as they come like animated jack-knives on a live wire. One struggles with the mystery of my overshoes, while the Master stands by and begs me to take care of my honorable spirit. As it is the only spirit I possess I heed his ad- vice and bring it back to the hotel to find the entire force standing at atten- tion, ready to receive me. I pass on to my room with a procession of bear- 60 The Lady and Sada San ers and bearesses strung out behind me like the tail of a kite, anything from a tea-tray to the sugar tongs be- ing sufficient excuse for joining the pa- rade. When dressing for dinner, if I press the button, no less than six little pic- ture maids flutter to my door, each beg- ging for the honor of fastening me up the back. How delighted Jack would be to assign them this particular honor for life. Such whispers over the wonders of a foreign-made dress as they struggle with the curious fas- tenings! (They should hear my lord's fierce language!) Each one takes a turn till some sort of connection is made between hook and eye. All is so earnestly done I dare not laugh or wig- gle with impatience. I may sail into dinner with the upper hook in the lower eye and the middle all askew, but the 61 The Lady and Sada San service is so graciously given, I would rather have my dress upside down than to grumble. Certainly I pay for it. I tip everything from the proprietor to the water-pitcher. But the sum is so disproportionate to the pleasure and the comfort returned that I smile to think of the triple price I have paid elsewhere and the high-nosed conde- scension I got in return for my money. Japanese courtesy may be on the sur- face, but the polish does not easily wear off and it soothes the nerves just as the rain cools the air. It goes without say- ing that I did not arrive in Nikko with- out a variety of experiences along the way. Two hours out from Yokohama, the train boy came into the coach, and with a smile as cheerful as if he were say- ing, "Happy New Year," announced that there was a washout in front of us 62 The Lady and Sada San and a landslide at the back of us. Would everybody please rest their hon- orable bones in the village while a bridge was built and a river filled in. The passengers trailed into a settle- ment of straw roofs, bamboo poles and acres of white and yellow lilies. I went to a quaint little inn-that was mostly out!-built over a fussy brook; and a pine tree grew right out of the side of the house. My room was furnished with four mats and a poem hung on the wall. WVhen the policeman came in to apologize for the rudeness of the storm in delaying me, the boy who brought my bags had to step outside so that the offi- cial would have room to bow properly. I ate my supper of fish-omelet and tur- nip pickle served in red lacquer bowls, and drank tea out of cups as big as thimbles. Jack says Japanese teacups ought to be forbidden; in a moment of 63 The Lady and Sada San forgetfulness they could so easily slip down with the tea. It bad been many a year since I was so separated from my kind and each hour of isolation makes clearer a thing I 've never doubted, but sometimes for- get, that the happiest woman is she whose every moment is taken up in be- ing necessary to somebody; and to such, unoccupied minutes are like so many drops of lead. That, with a telegram I read telling of the increasing dangers of the plague in Manchuria, threatened to send me headlong into a spell of anx- iety and the old terrible loneliness. Happily the proprietor and his wife headed it off by asking me if I would be their guest for this evening to see the Bon Matsuri, the beautiful Festival of the Dead. On the thirteenth day of the seventh month, all the departed spirits take a holiday from Nirvana or any 64 The Lady and Sada San other seaport they happen to be in and come on a visit to their former homes to see how it fares with the living. Poor homesick spirits! Not even Heaven can compensate for the separa- tion from beloved country and friends. As we passed along, the streets were alight with burning rushes placed at many doors to guide the spiritual ex- cursionists. Inside, the people were praying, shrines were decorated and children in holiday dress merrily romped. Why, Mate, it was worth be- ing a ghost just to come back and see how happy everybody was. For on this night of nights, cares and sorrows are doubly locked in a secret place and the key put carefully away. You could n't find a coolie so heartless as to show a shadow of trouble to his ghostly relatives when they return for so brief a time to hold happy communion with 65 The Lady and Sada San the living. He may be hungry, he may be sick, but there is a brave smile of welcome on his lips for the spirits. The crazy old temple at the foot of the mountain, glorified by a thousand lights and fluttering flags, reaped a harvest of rins and sens paid to the priests for paper prayers and bamboo flower-holders with which to decorate the graves. The cemetery was on the side of the hill, and every step of the way somebody stopped at a stone marker to fasten a lantern to a small fishing-pole and pin a prayer near by. This was to guide the spirit to his own particular spot. A breeze as soft as a happy sigh came through the pines and gently rocked the lanterns. The dim figures of the worshipers moved swiftly about, as de- lighted as children in the shadow-pic- tures made by the twinkling lights, 66 The Lady and Sada San eagerly seeking out remote spots that no grave might be without its welcom- ing gleam. A long line of white-robed dancing girls came swaying by with clapping hands to soft-voiced chant- ing. I, too, though an alien, was moved with the good-will and kindness that sung through the very air and fear- lessly I would have decorated any festive ghost that happened along. I looked to see where I might lay the offering I held in my hand. My host- ess plucked my sleeve and pointed to a tiny tombstone under a camellia tree. I went closer and read the English in- scription, "Dorothy Dale. Aged 2 years." There was a tradition that once in the long ago a missionary and his wife lived in the village. Through an awful epidemic of cholera they stuck to their posts, nursed and cared for the 67 The Lady and Sada San people. Their only child was the price they paid for their constancy. To each generation the story had been told, and through all the years faithful watch had been kept over the little enclosure. Now it was all a-glimmer with lanterns shaped like birds and butterflies. I added my small offering and turned hotelwards reluctantly. My ancient host and hostess trotted along near by, eager to share all their pathetic little gaieties with me. Their lives together had about as much real comradeship as a small brown hen and a big gray owl, and they had been mar- ried sixty years! They had toiled and grown old together, but that did not mean that wifey was to walk anywhere but three feet to the rear, nor to speak except when her lord and ruler stopped talking to take a whiff of his pipe. I tried to walk behind with the old lady 68 The Lady and Sada San but she threatened to stand in one spot for the rest of the night. Then I vainly coaxed her to walk with me at her husband's side. But her face was so full of genuine horror at such dis- respect that I desisted. Think, Mate, of trying to puzzle out the make-up of a nation which for the sake of a long- ago kindness will for years keep a strange baby's grave green and yet whose laws will divorce a woman for disobedience to her husband's mother and where the ancient custom of ''women to heel" still holds good. And this is the land where the Seeker came for the truth! Sada thinks it paradise and I, as be- fore, am sending to Jack A heart of love for thee Blown by the summer breezes Ten thousand miles of sea. 69 The Lady and Sada San July, 1911. Mate: There ought to be some kind of cap- ital punishment for the woman who has nothing to do but kill time. It 's an occupation that puts crimps in the soul and offers the supreme moment in which the devil may work his rabbit foot. No, I cannot settle down or hus- tle up to anything until I hear from Jack or you. Very soon I will be re- duced to doing the one desperate thing lurking in this corner of the woods, flirting with the solitary male guest, who has a strong halt in his voice and whose knees are not on speaking terms. Of course it is raining. If the sun gets gay and tries the bluff of be- ing friendly, a heavy giant of a cloud rises promptly up from behind a moun- tain and puts him out of business. Still, why moan over the dampness It makes the hills look like great green 70 The Lady and Sada San plush sofa-cushions and the avenues like mossy caves. I have read till my eyes are crossed and I have written to every human I know. I have watched the giggling lit- tle maids patter up to a two-inch shrine and, flinging a word or two to Buddha, use the rest of their time to gossip. And the old lady who washes her vegetables and her clothes in the same baby-lake just outside my win- dow amuses me for at least ten min- utes. Then, Mate, for real satisfac- tion, I must turn to you, whose patience is elastic and enduring. It is one of my big joys that your interest and love are just the same, as in those other days when you packed me off to Japan for the good of my country and my- self; and then sent Jack after me. Guess I should have stayed at home, as Jack told me, but I am glad I did not. 71 The Lady and Sada San Though it has poured every minute I have been here, there have been bursts of sunshine inside, if not out. The other day my table boy brought me the menu and asked for an explanation of assorted fruits. I told him very care- fully it meant mixed, different kinds. He is a smart lad. He understands my Japanese! He grasped my meaning immediately, and wrote it down in a lit- tle book. This morning he came to my room and announced: "Please, Lady, some assorted guests await you in the audience chamber; one Japanese and two American persons." I have had my first letter from Sada too, simply spilling over with youth and enthusiasm. The girl is stark mad over the fairy-landness of it all. Says her rooms are in Uncle's private house, which is in quite a different part of the garden from the tea-house. (Thank 72 The Lady and Sada San the Lord for small mercies!) She says Uncle has given her some beautiful clothes and is so good to her. I dare say. He has taken her to see a lovely old castle and wonderful temple. The streets are all pictures and the scenery is glorious! That is true, but the girl cannot live off scenery any more than a nightingale can thrive on the scent of roses. What is coming when the gla- mour of the scenery wears off and Un- cle puts on the pressure of his will I have not dared to give her any sug- gestion of warning. She is deadly sure of her duty, so enthralled is she with the thought of service to her mother's people. If I am to help her, the shock of disillusionment must come from some other direction. The dis- illfusioner is seldom forgiven. I do not know what plans are being worked out behlind Ulncle's lowered eyelids. But I 73 The Lady and Sada San do know his idea of duty does not in- clude keeping such a valuable asset as a bright and beautiful niece hid away for his solitary joy. In fact, he would con- sider himself a neglectful and alto- gether unkind relative if he did not marry Sada off to the very best ad- vantage to himself. In the name of all the Orient, what else is there to do with a girl, and especially one whose blood is tainted with that of the West Well, Mate, my thoughts grew so thick on the subject I nearly suffocated. I went for a walk and ran right into a cavalcade of donkeys, jinrickshas and chairs, headed by the Seeker and Dolly, who has also annexed the little Maha- rajah. They had been up to Chuzenji-and Chuzenji I would have you know is lovely enough, with its emerald lake and rainbow mists, to start a man's tongue 74 The Lady and Sada San to love-making whether he will or not. And so surely as it is raining, some- thing has happened. Dolly was as gay as a day-old butterfly and smiled as if a curly-headed Cupid had tickled her with a wing-feather. The Seeker was deadly solemn. Possibly the after- math of his impetuosity. Oh, well! there is no telling what wonders can be worked by incurable youthfulness and treasures laid up in a trust company. The little Prince, with every pocket and his handkerchief full of small im- ages of Buddha which he was collect- ing, asked at once for Sada. His heart was in his eyes, but there is no use tam- pering with a to-be-incarnation by en- couraging worldly thoughts. So I said I had not seen her since we landed. They were due on board the Siberia in Yokohama to-night on their way to 75 The Lady and Sada San China. I waved them good wishes and went on, amused and not a little trou- bled. Worried over Sada, hungry for Jack, lonesome for you. I passed one of the gorgeous blue, green and yellow gates, at the entrance of a temple. On one side is carved a distorted figure, that looks like a cross between an ele- phant and a buzzard. It is called "Baku, the eater of evil dreams." My word! but I could furnish him a feast that would give him the fanciest case of indigestion he ever knew! Mate, you would have to see Nikko, with its majestic cryptomarias, shelter- ing the red and gold lacquer temples; you would have to feel the mystery of the gray-green avenues, and have its holy silences fall like a benediction upon a restless spirit, to realize what healing for soul and body is in the very 76 The Lady and Sada San air, to understand why I joyfully loi- tered for two hours and came back sane and hungry, but wet as a fish. Write me about the only man, the kiddies and your own blessed happy self. I agree with Charity. "Ef you want to spile a valuable wife, tu'n her loose in a patch of idlesomeness." STILL AT NIKo, August, 1911. You beloved girl, I have heard from Jack and my heart is singing a rag- time tune of joy and thanksgiving. How he laughed at me for being too foolishly lonesome to stay in America without him. Oh, these men! Does he forget he raged once upon a time, when he was in America without me As long as I am here though, he wants me to have as good a time as possible. 77 The Lady and Sada San Do anything I want, and-blessed trusting man !-buy anything I see that will fit in the little house at home. Can you believe it After a fierce battle the sun won out this morning, and even the blind would know by the dancing feel of the air that it was a glorious day. At eight o'clock, when the little maids went up to the shrine, happy as kittens let out for a romp, they forgot even to look Buddha-ward and took up their worship time in play- ing tag. The old woman who uses the five-foot lake as the family wash-tub, brought out all her clothes, the grand- baby, and the snub-nosed poodle that wears a red bib, to celebrate the sun- shine by a carnival of washing. I could not stand four walls a minute longer. I am down in the garden writ- ing you, in a tea-house made with three fishing-poles and a bunch of straw. It 78 The Lady and Sada San is covered with pink morning-glories as big as coffee cups. It has been three weeks since my last letter and I know your interest in Jack and germs is almost as great as mine. Jack has been in Peking. He thinks the revolution of the Chinese against the Manchu Government is going to be something far more serious this time than a flutter of fans and a sputter of shooting-crackers. The long-suffering worm with the head of a dragon is go- ing to turn, and when it does, there will not be a Manchu left to tell the pig tale. Jack is in Mukden now, where he is about to lose his mind with joy over the prospect of looking straight in the eye if it has one-this wicked old germ with a new label, and telling it what he thinks. The technical terms he gives are as paralyzing as a Russian name spelled backwards. 79 The Lady and Sada San In a day's time this fearful thing wipes out entire families and villages. It has simply ravaged northern Man- churia and the country about. Jack says so deadly are the effects of these germs in the air that if a man walking along the street happens to breathe in one, he is a corpse on the spot before he is through swallowing. The re- mains are gathered up by men wearing shrouds and net masks, and the peace- ful Oriental who was not doing a thing but attending strictly to his own busi- ness, is soon reduced to ashes. All be- cause of a pesky mic'robe with a surplus of energy. You know perfectly well, Mate, Jack does not speak in this frivolous manner of his beloved work. The interpreta- tion is wholly mine. But I dare not be serious over it. I must push any 80 The Lady and Sada San thought of his danger to the further ends of nowhere. Jack thinks the native doctors have put up a brave fight, but so far the laugh has been all on the side of the frisky germ. It blasts everything it touches and is most fastidious. Nobody can blame it for choosing as its nesting-place the lit- tle soft furred Siberian marmots, which the Chinese hunt for their skin. If only the hunters could be given a dip in a sulphur vat before they lay them down to sleep in the unspeakable inns with their spoils wrapped around them, the chance for infection would not be so great. Of course the bare suggestion of a bath might prove more fatal than the plague, for oftener than not the hunters are used only as a method of travel by the merry microbe and are 81 The Lady and Sada San immune from the effects. Of course Jack has all sorts of theories as to why this is so. But did you ever see a sci- entist who did n 't have a workable theory for everything from the wrong end of a carpet-tack to the evolution of a June bug From the hunters and their spoils the disease spreads and their path south- wards can be traced by desolated vil- lages and piles of bones. Jack tells me he is garbed in a long white robe effect (I hope he won't grow wings), with a good-sized mosquito net on a frame over his head and face. He works in heavy gloves. Mouth and nose being the favorite point of attack, everybody who ventures out wears over this part of the face a curiously shaped shield, whose firm look says, "No ad- mittance here." But all the same, that germ from Siberia is a wily thief and 82 The Lady and Sada San steals lives by the thousands, in spite of all precautions. Jack is as enthusiastic over the fight against the scourge as a college boy over football. His letter has so many big technical words in it, I had to pay excess postage. I 've read his letter twice, but to save me I cannot find any suggestion of the remotest possibility of my coming nearer. Yes, I know I said Japan only. But way down in the cellar of my heart I hoped he would say nearer. What a happy day it has been. Here is your letter, just come. The priests up at the temple have asked me to see the ceremony of offering food to the spirits, in the holy of holies. There is not time for me to add an- other word to this letter. What a dear you are, to love while you lecture me. What you say is all true. A woman's 83 The Lady and Sada San place is in her home. But just now out of the East, I 've had a call to play si- lent partner to science and while it 's a lonesome sport, at least it 's far more entertaining than caring for a husband- less house. Anyhow I am sending you a hug and a thousand kisses for the babies. SHOJI LAKE, August, 1911. Mate, think of the loveliest landscape picture you ever saw, put me in it and you will know where I am. With some friends from Honolulu and a darling old man-observe I say old!-from Col- orado, we started two days ago, to walk around the base of Fuji. Everything went splendidly till a typhoon hit us amidships and sent us careening, blind, battered and soaked into this red and white refuge of a hotel, that clings to the side of a mountain like a wood- 84 The Lady and Sada San pecker to a telephone pole. I have seen storms, but the worst I ever saw was a playful summer breeze compared with the magnificent fury of this wind that snapped great trees in two as if they had been young bean-poles, and whipped the usually peaceful lake into raging waves that swept through a gorge and greedily licked up a whole village. Our path was high up, but right over the water. Sometimes we were crawl- ing on all fours. Mostly we were fly- ing just where the wind listed. If a tree got in our way as we flew, so much the worse for us. It is funny now, but it was not at the time! Seriously, I was in immediate peril of being blown to glory via the fierce green foam be- low. My Colorado Irishman is not only a darling, but a hero. Once I slipped, and stopped rolling only when 85 The Lady and Sada San some faithful pines were too stubborn to let go. I was many feet below the reach of any arm. In a twinkling, my friend had stripped the kimono off the bag- gage coolie's back, and made a lasso with which he pulled me up. Then shocked to a standstill by the shortcom- ings of the coolie 's birthday suit, he snatched off his coat and gave it to him, with a dollar. Such a procession of bedraggled and exhausted pleasure- seekers as we were, when three men stood behind our hotel door and opened it just wide enough to haul us in. But hot baths and boiling tea revived us and soon we were as merry as any people can be who have just escaped annihila- tion. The typhoon passed as suddenly as it came, and now the world-or at least this part of it-is as glowing and beau- 86 The Lady and Sada San tiful as if freshly tinted by the Master Hand. A moment ago I looked up to see my rescuer gazing out of the window. I asked, "How do you feel, Mr. Carson" His voice trembled when he answered: "Lady, I feel glorified, satisfied and nigh about petrified. Look at that!" Below lay Shoji, its shimmering wa- ters rimmed with velvety green. Every raindrop on the pines was a prism; the mountain a brocade of blossom. To the right Fuji, the graceful, ever lovely Fuji; capricious as a coquette and be- witching in her mystery, with a thumb- nail moon over her peak, like a silver tiara on the head of a proud beauty; at her base the last fleecy clouds of the day, gathered like worshipers at the feet of some holy saint. The man's face shone. For forty years he had worked at harness-mak- 87 The Lady and Sada San ing, always with the vision before him that some day he might take this trip around the world. He has the soul of an artist, which has been half starved in the narrow environment of his small town life. Cannot you imagine the mad revel of his soul in this picture- land He is going to Mukden. Of course I told him all about Jack's work. The old fellow, he must be all of seventy, was thrilled. I am going to give him a letter to Jack. Also to some friends in Peking; they will be good to him. If anybody deserves a merry-go-round sort of a holiday, he does. Think of sewing on saddles and bridles all these years, when his heart was withering for beautyI I am glad of your eager interest in Sada. How like you! Never too ab- sorbed in your own life to share other 88 The Lady and Sada San people's joys and sorrows and festivi- ties. If your wise head evolves a plan of action, send by wireless, for if I read aright her message received to-day, the time is fast coming when the red lights of danger will be flashing. I will quote: "Last night Uncle asked me to sing to some people who were giving a dinner at the tea-house. I put on my loveliest kimono and a hair-dresser did my hair in the old Japanese style and stuck a red rose at the side. For the first time I went into that beautiful, beautiful place my Uncle calls "the Flower Blooming" tea-house. It was more like a fairy palace. How the girls, who live there, laughed at my guitar. They had never seen one be- fore. How they whispered over the color of my eyes. Said they matched my kimono, and they tittered over my 89 The Lady and Sada San clumsiness in sitting on the floor. But I forgot everything when the door slid open and I looked into the most won- derful dream-garden that ever was, and people everywhere. I finished singing, there was clapping and loud banzais. I looked up and realized there were only men at this dinner and I never saw so many bottles in all my life. I felt very strange and so far away from dear Susan West. After I had sung once more I started back to my home. Uncle met me. I told him I was going to bed. For the first time he was cross and or- dered me back to the play place, where I was to stay until he came for me. There never was anything so lovely as the green and pink garden and the lily- shaped lights, and the flowers; and such pretty girls who knew just what to do. But I cannot understand the men who come here. When dear old Billy" 90 The Lady and Sada San -than heaven she says dear Billy!- " talks I know just what he means. But these men use so many words Susan never taught me, and laugh so loud when they say them. "There was one man named Hara whose clothes were simply gorgeous. The girls say he is very rich, and a great friend of Uncle's I He may have money, but he is not over-burdened with manners. He can out-stare an owl. ' There was more. But that is enough to show me Uncle's hand as plainly as if I were a palmist. If nothing hap- pens to prevent, the man promises to do what thousands of his kind have done before: regardless of obstacles and consequences marry the girl off to the highest bidder; rid himself of all responsibility and make a profit at the same time. From his point of view it 91 The Lady and Sada San is the only thing to do. He would be the most astonished uncle in Mikado- land if anybody suggested to him that Sada had any rights or feelings in the matter. He would tell you that as Sada's only male relative, custom gave him the right to dispose of her as he saw fit, and custom is law and there is nothing back of that! So far I have played only a thinking part in the drama. But I will not stand by and see the girl, whose very loneliness is a plea, sacrificed without some kind of a struggle to help her. At the present writing I feel about as ef- fective as a February lamb, and every move calls for tact. Wish I had been born with a needle wit instead of a Ro- man nose! For if Uncle has a glimmer of a suspicion that I would befriend Sada at the cost of his plans, so surely as the river is lost in the sea, Sada 92 The Lady and Sada San would disappear from my world until it was too late for me to lend a hand. Good-by, Mate. At eventide, as of old, look my way and send me strength from your vast store of calm courage and common sense. The odds are against me, but the god of luck has never yet failed to laugh with me. September, 1911. I am in a monastery, Mate, but only temporarily,thank you. It is a blessing to the cause that Fate did not turn me into a monk or a sister or any of those inconvenient things with a restless re- ligion, that wakes you up about 3 A. M. on a wintry dawn to pray shiveringly to a piece of wood, to the tune of a thumping drum. Some morning when the frost was on the cypress that carven image would disappear! For one time at least I would have a 93 The Lady and Sada San nice fire, and my prayers would not be decorated with icicles. For two weeks my friends and I have been tramping through picture-book villages and silk-worm country, and over mountain winding ways, sleeping on the floor, sitting on our feet and giving our stomachs surprise parties with hot, cold and lukewarm rice, sea- weed and devil-fish. It has been one hilarious lark of out- door life, with nothing to pin us to earth but the joy of being a part of so beautiful a world. The road led us through superb for- ests, over the Bridge of Paradise to Koyo San, whose peak is so far above the mist-wreathed valleys that it scrapes the clouds as they float by. But I want to say right here; Kobo Daishi, who founded this monastery in the distant ages and built a temple to 94 The Lady and Sada San his own virtues, may have been a saint, but he was not much of a gentleman! Else he would not have been so reckless of the legs and necks of the coming generations, as to blaze the trail to his shrine over mountains so steep that our pack-mule coming up could easily have bitten off his own tail if he had so minded. Later. This afternoon I must hustle down. I suppose the only way to get down is to roll. Well; anyway I am in a hurry. My mail beat me up the trail and a let- ter from Sada San begs me to come to Kioto to see her as soon as I can. She only says she needs help and does not know what to do. And blessed be the telegram that winds up from Hiro- shima; the school is in urgent need of an assistant at the Kindergarten and 95 The Lady and Sada San they ask me to come. The principal, Miss Lookhas gone to America on busi- ness, for three months. Hooray! Here is my chance to resign from the "Folded Hands ' Society" and do some- thing that is really worth while, as long as I cannot go to my man. How good it will seem once again to be in that dear old mission school, where in the long ago I toiled and laughed and suf- fered while I waited for Jack. The prospect of being with the girls and the kiddies again makes me want to do a Highland Fling, even if I am in a monastery with a sad-faced young priest serving me tea and mournful sighs between prayers. What a flirtatious old world it is after alL It smites you and bruises you, then binds up the hurts by giving you a desire or so of your heart. Just now 96 The Lady and Sada San the desire of my heart is to catch that train for Kioto. So here goes a prayer, pinned to a shrine, for a body intact as I tread the path that drops straight down the mountain, through the crimson glory of the maples and the blazing yellow of the gingko tree, to the tiny little sta- tion far away that looks like a deco- rated hen-coop. KIOTO, September, 1911. Dearest Mate: I cannot spend a drop of ink in tell- ing you how I got here. How the bag- gage beast ran away and decorated the mountain shrubbery with my belong- ings. And how after all my hurry of dropping down from Koyo San, the brakesman forgot to hook our car to the train and started off on a picnic 97 The Lady and Sada San while the engine went merrily on and left us out in the rice-fields. Suffice it to say I landed in a whirl that spun me down to Uncle's house and back to the hotel. And by the way my thoughts are going, for all I know I may be booked to spin on through eternity. My visit to Sada was so full of things that did not happen. When I reached the house, I sent in my card to Sada. Uncle came gliding in like a soft-footed panther. He did it so quietly that I jumped when I saw him. We took up valuable time repeating polite greet- ings, as set down on page ten of the Book of Etiquette, in the chapter on Calls Made by Inconvenient Foreign- ers. When our countless bows were fin- ished, I asked in my coaxingest voice if I might see Sada. Presently she came in, dressed in Japanese clothes and 98 The Lady and Sada San beautiful even in her pallor. She was changed-sad, and a little drooping. The conflict of her ideals of duty to her mother's people and the real facts in the case, had marked her face with something far deeper than girlish in- nocence. Itwasinevitable. But above the evidences of struggle there was a something which said the dead and gone Susan West had left more than a mere memory. Silently I blessed all her kind. Sada was unfeignedly glad to see me, and I longed to take her in my arms and kiss her. But such a display would have marked me in Uncle's eyes as a dangerous woman with unsup- pressed emotions, and unfit for com- panionship with Sada. I had hoped his Book of Etiquette said, "After this, bow and depart." But my hopes had not a pin-feather to rest on. He stayed 99 The Lady and Sada San right where he was. All right, old Uncle, thought I, if stay you will, then I shall use all a woman's power to be- guile you and a woman's wit to out- trick you, so I can make you show your hand. It is going to be a game with the girl as the prize. It is also going to be like playing leap-frog with a por- cupine. He has cunning and authority to back him, and I have only my love for Sada. For a time I talked at random, di- recting my whole conversation to him as the law demands. By accident, or luck, I learned that the weak point in his armor of polite reserve was color prints. Just talk color prints to a col- lector and you can pick his pocket with perfect ease. My knowledge of color prints could be written on my thumb nail. But I made a long and dangerous shot, by 100 The Lady and Sada San looking wise and asking if he thought Matahei compared favorably with Moronobo as painters of the same era. I choked off a gasp when I said it, for I would have you know that for all I knew, Matahei might have lived in the time of Jacob and Rebecca, and Moro- nobo a thousand years afterwards. But I guessed right the very first time and Mura San, with a flash of apprecia- tion at my interest, said that my learning was remarkable. It was an untruth and he knew that I knew it, but it was courteous and I looked easy. Then he talked long and de- lightfully as only lovers of such things can. At least, it would have been delightful had I not been so anx- ious to see Sada alone. But it was not to be. At least, not then. But mark one for me, Mate: Uncle was so pleased with my keen and hungry in- 101 The Lady and Sada San terest in color prints and my desire to see his collection, that he invited me to a feast and a dance at the house the next night. The following evening I could have hugged the person, male or otherwise, who called my dear host away for a few minutes just before the feast began. Sada told me hurriedly that Uncle had insisted on her singing every night at the tea-house. She had first rebelled, and then flatly refused, for she did not like the girls. She hated what she saw and was afraid of the men. Her mas- ter was furiously angry; said he would teach her what obedience meant in this country. He would marry her off right away and be rid of a girl who thought her foreign religion gave her a right to disobey her relatives. She was afraid he would do it, for he had not asked her to go to the tea-house 102 The Lady and Sada San again. Neither had he permitted her to go out of the house. Once she was sick with fear, for she knew Uncle had been in a long consultation with the rich man Hara and he was in such good humor afterwards. But Hara, she learned, had gone away. She would not sing at these dinners again, not if Uncle choked her and what must she do! I saw the man returning but I quickly whispered, "What about Billy " Ah, I knew I was right. The rose in her hair was no pinker than her cheeks. If Billy could only have seen her then, I would wager my shoes-and shoes are precious in this country-that her duty to her mother's people would have to take a back seat. Before Uncle reached us I whispered, "Keep Billy in your heart, Sada. Write him. Tell him." And in the 103 The Lady and Sada San same breath I heartily thanked Uncle for inviting me. It was a feast, Mate-the most pic- turesque, uneatable feast I ever sat on my doubly honorable feet to consume. There were opal-eyed fish with shaded pink scales, served whole; soft brown eels split up the back and laid on a bed of green moss; soups, thin and thick; lotus root and mountain lily, and raw fish. Each course and their name was many-was served on a little two- inch-high lacquer table, with every- thing to match. Sometimes it was gold lacquer, then again green, once red and another black. But it was all a dream of color that shaded in with the little maids who served it; and they, swift, noiseless and pretty, were trained to graceful perfection. The few furnish- ings of the room were priceless. Uncle sat by in his silken robes, gracious and 104 The Lady and Sada San courteous, surprising me with his knowledge of current events. In the guise of host, he is charming. That is, if only he would not always talk with dropped eyelids, giving the impression that he is half dreaming and is only partly conscious of the world and its follies. And all the time I know per- fectly well that he sees everything around him and clean on to the city limits. Again and again in his talks he re- ferred to his color prints and the years of patience required to collect them. Right then, Mate, I made a vow to study the pesky things as they have seldom been attacked before-even though I never had much use for pictures in which you cannot tell the top side from the bottom, without a label. But then, Jack says, my artistic temperament will never keep me awake 105 The Lady and Sada San at night. Now I decided all at once to make a collection. Heaven knows what I will do with it. But Uncle grew so enthusiastic he included his niece in the conversation, and while his humor was at high tide I coaxed him into a prom- ise that Sada might come down to Hiro- shima very soon, and help me look for prints. Yes, indeed there was a dance after- wards, and everything was deadly, hysterically solemn-so rigidly proper, so stiffly conventional that it palled. It was the most maleless house of rev- elry I ever saw. Why, even the kake- mono were pictures of perfect ladies and the gate-man was a withered old woman. There was absolutely nothing wrong I could name. It was all exquisitely, daintily, lawfully Japanese. But I sat by my window till early morning. 106 The Lady and Sada San There was a very ghost of a summer moon. Out of the night came the vel- vety tones of a mighty bell; the sing- song prayers of many priests; the rip- pling laugh of a little child and the tinkling of a samisen. Every sound made for simple joy and peace. But I thought of the girl somewhere beyond the twinkling street lights, who, with mixed races in her blood and a strange religion in her heart, had dreamed dreams of this as a perfect land, and was now paying the price of disillu- sionment with bitter tears. Eight o 'clock the next morning. I cabled Jack, "Hiroshima for win- ter. " He answered, "Thank the Lord you are nailed down at last." P. S.-I have bought all the books on color prints I could find. 107 The Lady and Sada San October, 1911. Hiroshima! Get up and salute, Mate! Is not that name like the face of an old familiar friend I have to shake myself to realize that it is not the long ago, but now. A recent picture of Jack and one of you and the babies is about the only touch of the present. Everything is just as it was in the old days, when the difficulties of teaching in a foreign kindergarten in a f oreigner language was the least of the battle that faced me. Well, I thought I 'd finished with battles, but there 's a feeling of fight in the air. Same little room, in the same old mis- sion school. Same wall paper, so blue it turned green. And, Lord love us, from the music-rooms still come the sounds like all the harmonies of a baby organ-factory gone on a strike. But bless you, honey, there is an 108 The Lady and Sada San eternity of difference in having to stand a thing and doing it of your own free will. As Black Charity would re- mark, "I don't pay 'em no mind," and let them wheeze out their mournful complaints to the same old hymns. Had you been here the night my dinky little train pulled into the sta- tion, you would have guessed that it was a big Fourth of July celebration or the Emperor's birthday. I would not dare guess how many girls there were to meet me. It seemed like half a mile of them lined up on the platform, and each carried a round red lantern. Until they had made the proper bow with deadly precision, there was not a smile or a sound. That ceremony over, they charged down upon me in an ava- lanche of gaiety. They waved their lanterns, they called banzai, they laughed and sung some of the old time 109 The Lady and Sada San foolish songs we used to sing. They promptly put to rout all legends of their excessive modesty and shyness. They were just young and girlish. Plain happy. Eager and sweet in their generous welcome. It warmed every fiber of my being. When they thinned out a little, I saw at the other end of the platform a figure flying towards me, with the sleeves of her kimono out- stretched like the wings of a gray bird, and a great red rose for a top-knot. It was Miss First River, a little late, but more than happy, as she sobbed out her welcome on the front of my clean shirt- waist. It was she, you remember, who in all those other years was my faithful sec- retary and general comforter. The one who slept across my door when I was ill and who never forgot the hot water bag on a cold night. For years she has 110 The Lady and Sada San supported a drunken father and a crazy mother; has sent one brother to Amer- ica and made a preacher of another. Now she is to be married, she told me in a little note she slipped into my hand as we walked up the Street of the Up- per Flowing River to the school, adding, "Please guess my heart." And miracle of the East! She has known the man a long time and they are in love! I am so glad I am going to be here for the wedding. It comes off in a few weeks. I started work in the kindergarten this morning. It has been said that when the Lord ran out of mothers he made kindergartners. Surely he never did a better job-for the kinder- gartners. Mate, when I stepped into that room, it was like going into an en- chanted garden of morning-glories and dahlias. What a greeting the regiment 111 The Lady and Sada San of young Japlings gave me! I just drank in all the fragrance of joy in the eager comradeship and sweet friendli- ness of the small Mikados and Mika- doesses with a keen delight that made the hours spin like minutes. And would you believe it The first sound that greeted my ears after their whole duty had been accomplished in the very formal bow, was-"-'Oh-it is the skitten Sensei (skipping teacher) A skit! A skit! We want to skit!" Of course, they were not the same chil- dren by many years. But things die slowly in Hiroshima. Even good repu- tations. Everything was pushed aside, and work or no work, teachers and chil- dren celebrated by one mad revel of skipping. There are many things to do, and get- ting into the old harness of steady routine work and living on the tap of 112 The Lady and Sada San a bell, is not so easy as it sounds, after years of live-as-you-please. But it is good for the constitution and is satis- fying to the soul. I once asked my friend Carson from Colorado if he could choose but one gift in all the world, what would it be "The contintment of stidy work," an- swered the wise old philosopher from out of the West; and my heart echoes his wisdom. Had a big fat letter from Jack, and the reputation he gives those germs he is associating with, is simply disgrace- ful. He gives me statistics also. Wish he wouldn't. It takes so much time and I always have to count on my fin- gers. He tells me, too, of an English woman who has joined the insect expedition. Says she is the most brilliant woman he ever met. Thanks awfully. And 113 The Lady and Sada San he has to sit up nights studying, to keep up with her. I dare say. I 'I1 wager she 's high of color and mighty of muscle and with equal ve- hemence says a thing is "strawdn 'ry" whether it 's a dewdrop or a spouting volcano. I can't help feeling a little bit envious of her-out there with my Jack! Well I I will not get agitated till I have to. A note from Sada says Uncle has had another outburst. He still consents for her to come down here. Her beau- tiful ideals have been smashed to smithereens, and the fact that nothing has ever been invented that will stick them together, adds no comfort to the situation. Her disappointment is heart-breaking. I cannot make a move till I get her to myself and have a life- and-death talk with her. I am playing for time. 114 The Lady and Sada San I wrote her a cheerfully foolish let- ter. Told her I was making all kinds of plans for her visit. I also looked up some doubtful dates-at least, my text- book on color prints said they were doubtful-and referred them to Uncle for confirmation, asking that he give in- structions to Sada about a certain dealer in Hiroshima who has some pictures so violent, positively I would not hang them in the cow-shed. That is, if I cared for Suky. But it is any- thing for conversation now. I almost forgot to tell you that we have the same chef as when I was kin- dergarten teacher here in the school years ago. He 's prosperous as a pawnbroker. He gave me a radiant greeting. "How are you, Tanaka" quoth I. "All same like damn monkey, Sensei," he replied. But he is unfail- ingly cheerful and the cleverest grafter 115 The Lady and Sada San in the universe, with an artistic temper- ament highly developed; he sometimes sends in the unchewable roast smoth- ered in cherry blossoms. How wise you were, Mate, to choose home and husband instead of a career. I love you for it. HIROSHIMA, October, 1911. For springing surprises, all full of kindness and delicate courtesies, Japa- nese girls would be difficult to equal. Before a whisper of it reached me, they made arrangements the other day for a re-union of all my graduates of the kindergarten normal class. It is hard to imagine when they found the time for the elaborate decorations they put up in the big kindergarten room, and the hundred and one little things they had done to show their love and warmth of welcome. It was a part of their play 116 The Lady and Sada San to blindfold me and lead me in. When I opened my eyes, there they stood. Twenty-five happy faces smiling into mine, and twenty babies to match. It was the kiddies that saved the day. I was not a little bewildered, and tears stung my eyes. But with one accord the babies set up a howl at anything so inconceivable as a queer foreign thing with a tan head appearing in their midst. When peace was restored by natural methods, the fun began. The girls fairly bombarded me with questions. Could I come to see every one of them Where was Jack Could they see his picture Did he say I could come How "glad" it was to be together again. Did I remember how we used to play Then everybody gig- gled. One thought had touched them all. Why not play now! The baby question was quickly set- 117 The Lady and Sada San tled. Soon there was a roaring fire in my study. We raided the classroom for rugs and cushions and with the col- lection made down beds in a half ring around the crackling flames. On each we put a baby, feet fireward. We called in the Obasan (old woman) to play nurse, and on the table near we placed a row of bottles marked "First aid to the hungry." As I closed the door of the emergency nursery, I looked back to see a semi-circle of pink heels waving hilariously. Surely the fire goddess never had lovelier devotees than the Oriental cherubs that lay coo- ing and kicking before it that day. How we played! In all the flowery kingdom so many foolish people could not have been found in one place. What chaff and banter! What laying aside of cares, responsibilities, and heavy hearts, if there were any, and just being 118 The Lady and Sada San free and young! For a time at least the years fell away from us and we relived all the games and folk-dances we ever knew. True, time had stiff- ened joints and some of the movements were about as graceful as a pair of fire tongs and I may be dismissed for some of the fancy steps I showed the girls, but they were happy, and far more sup- ple than when we began. When we were breathless we hauled in our old friend the big hibachi, with a peck of glowing charcoal right in the middle. We sat on our folded feet and made a big circle all around, with only the glimmer of the coals for a light. Then we talked. Each girl had a story to tell, either of herself or some one we had known to- gether. Over many we laughed. For others the tears started. Warmed by companionship and 119 The Lady and Sada San moved by unwonted freedom, how much the usually reserved women revealed of themselves, their lives, their trials and desires! But whatever the story, the dominant note was acceptance of what was, without protest. It may be fatalism, Mate, but it is indisputable that looking finality in the face had brought to all of them a quietness of spirit that no longing for wider fields or personal ambition can disturb. None of them had known their hus- bands before marriage. Few had ever seen them. Many were compelled to live with the difficulties of an exacting mother-in-law, who had forgotten that she was ever a young wife. But above it all there was a cheerful peacefulness; a willingness of service to the husband and all his demands, a joy in children and home, that was con- vincing as. to the depth and dignity of 120 The Lady and Sada San character which can so efface itself for the happiness of others. One girl, Miss Deserted Lobster Field, was missing. I asked about her and this is her story. She was quite pretty; when she left school there was no difficulty in marrying her off. Two months afterward the young husband left to serve his time in the army. For some reason the mother-in-law did not ''enter into the spirit of the girl," and without consulting those most con- cerned, she divorced her son and sent the girl home. When the soldier-hus- band returned, a new wife, whom he had never seen, was waiting for him at the cottage door. The sent-home wife was terribly in the way in her father's house, for by law she belonged neither there nor in any other place. It is difficult to re- marry these offeasts. Something, how- 121 The Lady and Sada San ever, had to be done. So dear father took a stroll out into the village, and being sonless adopted a young boy as the head of his house. A yoshi this boy is called. Father married the adopted son to the soldier's wife that was, se- curely and permanently. A yoshi has no voice in any family matter and is powerless to get a divorce. Moral: If in Japan you want to make sure of keeping a husband when you get him, take a boy to raise, then marry him. But the wedding of weddings is the one which took place last summer, by suggestion. The great unseen has lived in America for two years. The maid makes her home in the school. The groom-to-be wrote to a friend in Hiroshima: "Find me a wife." The friend wrote back: "Here she is." Miss Chestnut Tree, the maid, fluttered 122 The Lady and Sada San down to the court-house, had her name put on the house register of the far- away groom, did up her hair as a mar- ried woman should and went back to work. To-morrow she sails for America, and we are all going down to wave her good-by and good luck. She is married all right. There will be no further ceremony. I would not dare tell you all the stories they told me. For I would never stop writing and you would never stop laughing or crying. The end of all things comes some- times. The beautiful afternoon ended too soon. But for the rest of time, this day will be crowned with halos made with the mightiness of the love and the dearness of the girls who were once my students, always my friends. It took some time to assort the babies 123 The Lady and Sada San and make sure of tying the right one on the right mother's back. Not by one shaved head could I see the slight- est difference in any of them, but mothers have the knack of knowing. Out of the big gate they went and down the street all aglow with the early evening lights twinkling in the purple shadows. Their geta click-clacked against the hard street, to the music of their voices as they called back to me, " Oyasumi, Oyasumi, Go kigen yoro shiku" (Honorably rest. Be happy always to yourself). My gratitude to this little country is great, Mate. It has given me much. It was here life taught me her sternest lessons. And here I found the heart's- ease of Jack's love. But for nothing am I more thankful than for the love and friendship of the young girl- mothers who were my pupils, but from 124 The Lady and Sada San whom I have learned more of the sweet- ness and patience of life than I could ever teach. November, 1911. Mate, there is a man in Hiroshima for whom I long and watch as I do for no other inhabitant. It is the postman. You should see him grin as he trots around the corner and finds me waiting at the gate, just as I used to do in the old teaching days. I doubly blest him this morning. Thank you for your let- ter. It fairly sings content. Homey- ness is in every pen stroke. Please say to your small son David that I will give his love to the "king's little boy" if I see him. My last glimpse of him was in Nikko. Poor little chap. He was permitted to walk for a moment. In that moment he spied a bantam hen, the anxious mother 125 The Lady and Sada San of half a dozen puff-ball chickens. Roy- alty knew no denial and went in pur- suit. The bantam knew no royalty, pursued also. The four men and six women attendants were in a panic. The baby was rescued from a storm of feathers and taken back to the palace with an extra guard of three policemen. I have been very busy, at play and at work. We have just had a wedding tea. My former secretary, Miss First River, as she expressed it, "married with" Mr. East Village. The wedding took place at the ugly little mission church, which was trans- formed into a beautiful garden, with weeping willows, chrysanthemums, and mountain ferns. Also we had a wed- ding-bell. In a wild moment of enthu- siasm I proposed it. It is always a guess where your enthusiasm will land you out here. I coaxed a cross old tin- 126 The Lady and Sada San ner to make the frame for me. He ex- postulated the while that the thing was impossible, because it had never been done before in this part of the country. It was rather a weird shape, but I left the girls to trim it and went to the church to help decorate. The bell was to follow upon completion. It failed to follow and after waiting an hour or so I sent for it. The girls came carry- ing one trimmed bell and one half cov- ered. I asked, "Why are you making two wedding-bells 7" My answer was, "Why Sensei! must not the groom have one for his head too" Everybody wanted to do something for the little maid, for she had so bravely struggled with adversity of fortune and perversity of family. So there were four flower girls, and the music teacher played at the wedding march! In spite of her efforts, Lohen- 127 The Lady and Sada San grin seemed suffering as it came from the complaining organ. Miss First River was a lovely enough picture, in her bridal robes of crepe, to cause the guests to draw in long breaths of admiration, till the room sounded like the coming of a young cyclone. They were not accus- tomed to such prominence given a bride, nor to weddings served in Western style. Oh, yes, the groom was there, a sec- ondary consideration for the first time in the history of Hiroshima, but so in love he did not seem to mind the ob- scurity. The ceremony over, the newly-wed seated themselves on a bench facing the guests. An elder of the church arose and with a solemnity befitting a burial, read a sermon on domestic happiness and some forty or fifty congratulatory 128 The Lady and Sada San telegrams. After an hour or so of this and several speeches, cake was passed around, and it was over. At the maid's request I gave her an " American watch with a good engine in it" and my bless- ing with much love in it, and went back to work. Do not for a minute imagine that because I am not a regularly or- dained missionary-sister, that I am not working. The fact is, Mate, the mis- sionaries are still afflicted with the work habit, and so subtle is its cheerful in- fluence, it weaves a spell over all who come near. No matter what your private belief is, you roll up your sleeves and pitch right in when you see them at it, and you put all your heart in it and thank the Lord for the oppor- tunity to help. The fun begins at 5:30 in the morn- ing, to the merry clang of a brazen bell, and it keeps right on till 6 P. M. For 129 The Lady and Sada San fear of getting rusty before sunrise, some of the teachers have classes at night. I would rather have rest. I am too tired, then, to think I have put away all my vanity clothes. No need for them in Hiroshima and in an icy room on a winter's morning, I do not stop to think whether my dress has an in-curve or an out-sweep. I fall into the first thing I find and finish but- toning it when the family fire in the dining-room is reached. A solitary warming-spot to a big house is one of the luxuries of missionary life. In between times I 've been cheering up the home sickest young Swede that ever got loose from his native heath. So firmly did he believe that Japan was a land where necessity for work doth not corrupt nor the thief of pleasure break through and steal, he gave up a 130 The Lady and Sada San good position at home and signed a three-years' contract with an oil firm. Now he is so sorry, all the pink has gone out of his cheeks. Until he grows used to the thought that living where the Sun flag floats is not a continuous holiday, the teachers here at school take turns in making life livable for him. His entertainment means tramps of miles into the country, sails on the lovely Ujina Bay and climbs over the mountains. In the afternoon the boy is so in evidence, we almost fall over him if we step. Yesterday in desper- ation I tied an apron on him and let him help me make a cake. Even at that, with a dab of chocolate on his cheek and flour on his nose, his summer sky eyes were weepy whenever he spoke of his "Mutter." I have done every- thing for him except lend him my shoul- 131 The Lady and Sada San der to weep on. It may come to that. There is hope, however. One of our teachers is young and pretty. Jack, in a much delayed epistle, tells me thrilling and awful things about the plague; says he walks through what was once a prosperous village, and now there is not a live dog to wag a friendly tail. Every house and hovel tenant- less. Often unfinished meals on the table and beds just as the occupants left them. A great pit near by full of ashes and bones tells the story of the plague come to town, leaving silent, empty houses, and the dust-laden winds as the only mourners. The native doctors gave a splendid banquet the other night. With the vis- iting doctors in full array of evening dress and decorations, Jack says it looked like a big international flag 132 The Lady and Sada San draped around the table. Everybody made a speech and Jack has not stopped yet shooting off fireworks in honor of that Englishwoman. Well, maybe I should have studied science. It is too late now. Besides, I have Uncle on my hands, and I have to commit to memory pages on color printing that run like this: "Fine as a single hair or swelling imperceptibly till it becomes a broken play of light and shade or a mass of solid black, it still flows, unworried and without hesi- tation on its appointed course." Sada San is coming down next week. I am looking forward to it with great delight and hunting for a plan whereby I can help her. Suppose Uncle should give me a glad surprise and come too ! 133 The Lady and Sada San HnBosHiMA. My dear Best Girl: If ever a sailor needed a compass, I need the level head that tops your lov- ing heart. I am worried hollow-eyed and as useless as a brass turtle. It has been days since I heard from Jack. When he last wrote, he was go- ing to some remote district out from Mukden. I dare not think what might happen to him. Says he must travel to the very source of the trouble. If Jack really wanted trouble he could find it nearer home. Is n't it like him, though, with his German educa- tion, to hunt a thing to its lair I sup- pose when next I hear from him, he will have disappeared into some marmot hole at the foot of a tree in a Siberian forest. Sada is here. A pale shadow of her former radiant self. She is in deadly 134 The Lady and Sada San fear of what Uncle has written he ex- pects of her when she returns. For the first few days of her visit, she was like an escaped prisoner. She played and sang with the girls. The joy of her laughter was contagious. Everybody fell a victim to her gaiety. We have been on picnics up the river in a sampan where we waded and fished, then landed on an island of bam- boo and fern and cooked our dinner over a hibachi. We have had concerts, tableaux and charades, here at the school, with a big table for the stage and a silver moon and a green mos- quito-net for the scenery. In every pastime or pleasure, Sada San has been the moving spirit. Ador- ably girlish and winning in her inno- cent joy, I grow faint to think of the rude awakening. She has talked much of Miss West 135 The Lady and Sada San and their life together; their work and simple pleasures. To the older woman she poured out unmeasured affection, fresh and sweet. Susan made a flower garden of the girl's heart, where, if even a tiny weed sprouted it was coaxed into a blossom. But she gave no warning of the savage storms that might come and lay the gar- den waste. Well, I 'm holding a prayer-meeting a minute that the rosy ideals of the visionary teacher will hold fast when the wind begins to blow. I found Sada one day on the bed, a crumpled heap of woe; white and shak- ing with tearless sobs. Anxious to shield her from the persistent friendli- ness of the girls, I persuaded her to come with me to the old Prince's gar- den, just back of the school. She had heard from Uncle. For the 136 The Lady and Sada San first time he definitely stated his plans. Hara, the rich man, had sent to him a proposal of marriage for Sada! Of course, said Uncle, such an offer from so prosperous and prominent a man must be accepted without hesitation. It was wonderful luck for any girl, said dear Mura, especially one of her birth. Nothing further would be done until she returned, and he wished that to be at once. Not a suggestion of feeling or senti- ment; not a word as to Sada's wishes or rights. If these were mentioned to him, he would undoubtedly reply that the rights in the matter were all his. As to feelings, a young girl had no busi- ness with such things. His voice would be courteous, his manner of saying it would fairly puncture the air. His letter was simply a cold business statement for the sale of the girl. 137 The Lady and Sada San When I looked at the misery in her young eyes, I could joyfully have throttled him and stamped upon him. I wished for a dentist's grinding ma- chine and the chance to bore a nice big hole into each one of his white, even teeth. She knows nothing of the man Hara except that he is coarse and drinks heavily. The girls in the tea-house al- ways seemed afraid when he came. Vague whispers of his awful life had come to her. What was she to do She had no money, no place to go, and Uncle was the only relative she had in the world. Mate, I heard a missionary speak a profound truth, when he said that no Japanese would ever be worth while till all his relatives were dead. Their power is a chain forged around indi- vidual freedom. 138 The Lady and Sada San She had such loving thoughts of Uncle, Sada sobbed, before she came. She longed to make his home happy and be one of his people. She loved the beautiful country of her mother and craved its friendship. Mfiss West had drilled it into her con- science that marriage was holy, and im- possible without love. (Bless you, Susan!) She wanted to do her duty, but she could not marry this man whom she had never seen but once, and had never spoken to. She knew the absolute power the law of the land gave Uncle over her. She knew the uselessness of a Japanese girl struggling against the rigid rules laid down by her elders. She knew resist- ance might bring punishment. Well, Mate, I do not care ever to see again such a look as was in Sada's eyes as she turned her set face to me and forced 139 The Lady and Sada San through her stiff lips a stony, " I won't!" But I thanked God for all the Susan Wests and their teachings. In spite of the girl's unhappiness, there was a thrill in the region of my heart. Of her own free will Sada San had decided. Now there was some- thing definite to work upon. In the back of my brain a plan was beginning to form. Hope glimmered like a Jack- o '-lantern. It was late evening. A flaming sun- set flushed the sky and bathed the an- cient garden of arched bridges and twisted trees in a pinkish haze. The very shadows spelled romance and poetry. It was wise to use the charm of the hour for the beginning of my plan. I drew Sada down beside me, as we sat in a queer little play-house by the garden lake. 140 The Lady and Sada San In olden times it had been the rest place of the Prince Asano, when he was specially moved to write poetry to the moon as it floated up, a silver ball in a navy-blue sky over "Three Umbrella Mountain." Had his ghost been stroll- ing along then, it would have found deeper things than, "in the sadness of the moon night beholds the fading blossom of the heart," to fill his thoughts. I led the girl to tell me much of her life in Nebraska; of her friends and their amusements. Hers had been the usual story of any fresh wholesome girl. The social life in a small town had limited her experiences, but had kept her deliciously naive and sweet. For the first time in our talks, she avoided Billy's name. I hailed it as a beautiful sign. I mentioned William myself and delighted in her red- 141 The Lady and Sada San cheeked confusion. I gently asked her to tell me of him. She and Billy had gone to school to- gether, played together and he always seemed like a big brother to her. Once a boy had called her a half-breed and Billy promptly knocked him down and sat on his head while he manipulated a shingle. Another time when they were quite small, the desire of her heart was to ride on the tricycle of a rich little boy who lived across the street. But the pampered youth jeered at her plead- ings and exultingly rode up and down before her. Billy saw and bided his time till the small Crcesus was alone. He nabbed him, chucked him in a chicken-coop and stood guard for an hour while Sada rode gloriously. Through college they were comrades and rivals. Billy had to work his way, 142 The Lady and Sada San for he was the poor son of an invalid mother. From college he had gone straight to a firm of rich manufactur- ers and was now one of the big buyers. He had pleaded with her not to come to Japan. He loved her. He wanted her. When she had persisted, he was furious and they had quarreled. But she had thought she was right, then; she did not know how dear Billy was, how big and splendid. She had writ- ten to him but seldom, nothing of her disappointment. Maybe he had mar- ried. She could not write now. It would be too much like begging, when she was at bay, for the love she had re- fused when all was well. No, she could not tell him. We talked long and earnestly in that old garden, and the wind that sifted through the pine-needles and the waxy leaves was as gentle as if the spirit of 143 The Lady and Sada San Susan West had come to watch and to bless. I gained a half promise from her that she would write to Billy at once, but I did n't stop there. Unsuspected by Sada I learned his full address, and Mate, I wrote a letter to the auburn-haired lover in Nebraska, in which I painted a picture that is go- ing to cause something to happen, else I am mistaken in my estimate of the spirit of the West in general and Wil- liam Weston Milton in particular. I told him if he loved the girl to come as fast as steam would bring him; that I would help him at the risk of any- thing, though I have no idea how. I have just returned from a solitary promenade to the post-office through the dark and lonely streets, so that let- ter will catch to-morrow's American mail. 144 The Lady and Sada San Sada told me that for some reason she had never mentioned Billy's name to Uncle. Now is n't that a full hand nestling up my half-sleeve Uncle thinks the way clear as an empty race- track, and all he has to do is to saunter down the home stretch and gather in the prize-money. Any scruple on the girl's part will be relentlessly and carelessly brushed aside as a bothersome insect. If she persists, there is always force. He fears nothing from me. I am a for- eigner-from his standpoint too crudely frank to be clever. He doubtless argues, if he gives it any thought, that if I could I would not dare interfere. And then I am so ab- sorbed in color-prints! So I am, and, I pray Heaven, in some way to his un- doing. The child has no other friend. Shrinkingly she told me of her one at- 145 The Lady and Sada San tempt to make friends with some high- class people, and the uncompromising rebuff she had received upon their dis- covering she was an Eurasian. The pure aristocrats seldom lower the social bars to those of mixed blood. I won- der, Mate, if the ghost of failure, who was her father, could see the inherit- ance of inevitable suffering he has left his child, what his message would be to those who would recklessly dare a like marriage Sada goes to Kioto in the morning. She promises not to show resistance, but to keep quiet and alert, writing me at every opportunity. I am sure Uncle's delight in securing so rich a prize as Hara will burst forth in a big wedding-feast and many rich clothes for the trousseau. I hope so. Preparation will take time. I would rather gain time than treasure. 146 The Lady and Sada San I put Sada to bed. Tucked her in and cuddled her to sleep as if she had been my own daughter. There she lies now. Her face start- lingly white against the mass of black hair. The only sign of her troubled day is a frequent half-sob and the sad- ness of her mouth, which is constantly reading the riot act to her laughing eyes in the waking hours. Poor girl! She is only one of many whose hopes wither like rose-leaves in a hot sun when met by authority in the form of tyrannical relatives. The arched sky over the mountain of "Two Leaves" is all a-shimmer with the coming day. Thatched roof and bamboo grove are daintily etched against the amber dawn. Lights begin to twinkle and thrifty tradesmen cheer- fully call their wares. It is a land of peace, a country and 147 The Lady and Sada San people of wondrous charm; but incom- prehensible is the spirit of some of the laws that rule its daughters. Mate dear: One of my girls, when attacked with the blues, invariably says in her writ- ten apology for a poor lesson, "Please excuse my frivolous with your im- agination, for my heart is warmly." So say I. I am sending you the crepes and the kimono you asked for. Write for something else. I want an excuse to spend another afternoon in the two-by- four shop, with a play-garden attached, that should be under a glass case in a jewelry store. The proprietor gives me a tea-party and tells me a few of his troubles every time I go to his store. Formerly he kept two shops exclu- sively for hair ornaments and ribbons. 148 The Lady and Sada San Ile did a thriving trade with school- girls. Recently an order went out from the mighty maker of school laws to the effect that lassies, high and low, must not indulge in such foolish ex- travagances as head ornaments. The ribbon market went to smash. The old man could not give his stock away. He stored his goods and went to selling high-priced crepes, which everybody was permitted to wear. Make another request quickly. I would rather shop than think. Also, if you need any information as to how to run a cooking-school, I will enclose it with the next package. Since the war, scores of Japanese women are wild to learn foreign cook- ing. On inquiry as to the reason of such enthusiasm, we found it was be- cause their husbands, while away from home, had acquired a taste for Occi- 149 The Lady and Sada San dental dainties. Now their wives want to know all about them so they can set up opposition in their homes to the many tea-houses which offer European food as an extra attraction. And de- pend upon it, if the women start to learn, they stick to it till there is noth- ing more to know on the subject. I was to furnish the knowledge and the ladies the necessary utensils, but I guess I forgot to mention everything we might need. The first thing we tried was biscuit. All went well until the time came for baking. I asked for a pan. A pan What kind of a pan Would a wash pan dot No, if it was all the same I would rather have a flat pan with a rim. Certainly ! Here it was with a rim and a handle ! A shiny dust-pan greeted my eyes. Well, there was not very 150 The Lady and Sada San much difference in the taste of the bis- cuit. The prize accomplishment so far has been pies. Our skill has not only brought us fame, but the city is in the throes of a pie epidemic. A few days ago when the old Prince of the Ken came to visit his Hiro- shima home, the cooking-ladies, af- ter a few days' consultation, decided that in no better way could royalty be welcomed than by sending him a lemon pie. They sent two creamy affairs elaborately decorated with meringued Fujis. They were the hit of the sea- son. The old gentleman wrote a poem about them saying he ate one and was keeping the other to take back to his country home when he returned a month hence. Then he sent us all a present. 151 The Lady and Sada San We have had only one catastrophe. In a moment of reckless adventure my pupils tried a pound cake without a recipe. A pound cake can be nothing else but what it says. That meant a pound of everything and Japanese soda is doubly strong. That was a week ago and we have not been able to stay in the room since. Good-by! The tailless pink cat and the purple fish with the pale blue eyes are for the kiddies. I am inclosing an original recipe sent in by Miss Turtle Swamp of Clear Water Village: Cake. 1 cup of Desecrated coconut 5 cup flowers 1 small spoon and barmilla [vanilla] 3 eggs skinned and whipped 1 cup sugar Stir and pat in pan to cook. 152 The Lady and Sada San HIROSHIMA, December, 1911. Mate: I would be ashamed to tell you how long it is between Jack's letters. He says the activity of the revolutionists in China is seriously interfering with traffic of every kind. All right, let it go at that! Now be has gone way up north of Harbin. In the name of anything why cannot he be satisfied England is with him. I do not know who also is in the party. Neither do I care. I do not like it a little bit. Jealous The idea. Just plain furious. I am no more afraid of Jack falling in love with another woman than I am of Saturn making Venus a birthday present of one of his rings. The trouble is she may fall in love with him, and it is al- together unnecessary for any other woman to get her feelings disturbed over Jack. 153 The Lady and Sada San I fail to see the force of his argu- ment that it is not safe nor wise for any woman in that country, and yet for him to show wild enthusiasm over the presence of the Britisher. No, Jack has lost his head over intellect. It may take a good sharp blow for him to re- alize that intellect, pure and simple, is an icy substitute for love. Like most men he is so deadly sure of one, he is taking a holiday with the other. Of course you are laughing at me. So would Jack. And both would say it is unworthy. That 's just it. It is the measly little unworthies that nag one to desperation. Besides, Mate, I shrink from any more trouble, any more heart-aches as I would from flames. The terror of the by-gone years creeps over me and covers the present like a pall. There is only one thing left to do. 154 The Lady and Sada San Work. Work and dig, till there is not an ounce of strength left for worry. I stay in the kindergarten every avail- able minute. The unstinted friendship of the kiddies over there, is the heart's- ease for so many of life's hurts. There are always the long walks, when healing and uplift of spirit can be found in the beauty of the country. I tramp away all alone. The little Swede begs often to go. At first I rather enjoyed him. But he is growing far too affectionate. I am not equal to caring for two young things; a broken- hearted girl and a homesick fat boy are too much for me. He is improving so rapidly I think it better for him to talk love stories and poetry to some one more appreciative. I am not in a very poetical mood. He might just as well talk to the pretty young teacher as to talk about her all the time. 155 The Lady and Sada San I have scores of friends up and down the many country roads I travel. The boatmen on the silvery river, who al- ways wave their head rags in salute, the women hoeing in the fields with babies on their backs, stop long enough to say good day and good luck. The laughing red-cheeked coolie girls pause in their work of driving piles for the new bridge to have a little talk about the wonders of a foreigner's head. With bated breath they watch while I give them proof that my long hatpins do not go straight through my skull. The sunny greetings of multitudes of children lift the shadows from the darkest day, and always there is the glorious scenery; the shadowed mys- tery of the mountains, a turquoise sky, the blossoms and bamboo. The brood- ing spirit of serenity soon envelops me, 156 The Lady and Sada San and in its irresistible charm is found a tender peace. On my way home, in the river close to shore, is a crazy little tea-house. It is furnished with three mats and a paper lantern. The pretty hostess, fresh and sweet from her out-of-door life, brings me rice, tea and fresh eel. She serves it with such gracious hos- pitality it makes my heart warm. While I eat, she tells me stories of the river life. I am learning about the so- cial life of families of fish and their numerous relatives that sport in the "Thing of Substance River"; the habits of the red-headed wild ducks which nest near; of the god and god- desses who rule the river life, the pranks they play, the revenge they take. And, too, I am learning a lesson in patience through the lives of the 157 The Lady and Sada San humble fishermen. In season seven cents a day is the total of their earn- ings. At other times, two cents is the limit. On this they manage to live and laugh and raise a family. It is all so simple and childlike, so free from pre- tension, hurry and rush. Sometimes I wonder if it is not we, with our myriad interests, who have strayed from the real things of life. On my road homeward, too, there is a crudely carved Buddha. He is so al- together hideous, they have put him in a cage of wooden slats. On certain days it is quite possible to try your fortune, by buying a paper prayer from the priest at the temple, chewing it up and throwing it through the cage at the image. If it sticks you will be lucky. My aim was not straight or luck was against me to-day. My prayers are all 158 The Lady and Sada San on the floor at the feet of the grinning Buddha. Jack is in Siberia and Uncle has Sada. I have not heard from her since she left. I am growing truly anxious. January, 1912. Dearest Mate: At last I have a letter from Jack. Strange to say I am about as full of enthusiasm over the news he gives me as a thorn-tree is of pond-lilies. He says he has something like a ton of notes and things on the various stunts of the bubonic germ in Man- churia when it is feeling fit and spry. But he is seized with a conviction that he must go somewhere in northwest China where he thinks there is happy hunting-ground of evidence which will verify his report to the Government. 159 The Lady and Sada San Suppose the next thing I hear he will be chasing around the outer rim of the old world hunting for somebody to verify the Government. There is absolutely no use of my try- ing to say the name of the place he has started for. Even when written it looks too wicked to pronounce. It is near the Pass that leads into the Gobi Desert. Jack wrote me to go to Shanghai and he would join me later. I am writing him that I can't start till the fate of Sada San is settled for better or for worse. NANKOW, CHINA. February, 1912. Mate: News of Jack's desperate illness came to me ten days ago and has laid waste my heart as the desert wind blasts life. I have been flying to him as 160 The Lady and Sada San fast as boat and train and cart will take me. The second wire reached me in Pe- king last night. Jack has typhus fever and the disease is nearing the crisis. I have read the message over and over, trying to read between the lines some faint glimmer of hope; but I can get no comfort from the noncommittal words except the fact that Jack is still alive. I am on my way to the terminus of the railroad, from where the message was sent. I came this far by train, only to find all regular traffic stopped by order of the Government. The line may be needed for the escape of the Imperial Family from Peking if the Palace is threatened by the revolutionists. Orders had been given that no for- eigner should leave the Legation en- closure. I bribed the room boy to slip me through the side streets and dark 161 The Lady and Sada San alleys to an outside station. I must go the rest of the distance by cart when the road is possible, by camel or don- key when not. Nothing seems possible now. Everything within sight looks as if it had been dead for centuries, and the people walking around have just forgotten to be buried. I am wild with impatience to be gone but neither bribes nor threats will hurry the coolies who take their time harness- ing the donkeys and the camels. A ring of ossified men, women and children have formed about me, staring with unblinking eyes, till I feel as if I was full of peep holes. It is not life, for neither youth nor love nor sorrow has ever passed this way. The tiniest emotion would shrivel if it dared begin to live. Maybe they are better so. But then, they have never known Jack. How true it is that one big heart-ache 162 The Lady and Sada San withers up all the little ones and the joy of years as well. With this terror upon me, even Sada 's desperate trouble has faded and grown pale as the mem- ory of a dream. Jack is ill and I must get to him, though my body is racked with the rough travel, and the ancient road holds the end of love and life for me. Around the sad old world I am stretching out my arms to you, Mate, for the courage to face whatever comes, and your love which has never failed me. KALGAN. Such wild unbelievable things have happened! After twenty miles of intolerable shaking on the back of a camel, my bat- tered body fell off at the last stopping- place, which happened to be here. There is no hotel. But three blessed 163 The Lady and Sada San European boys living at this place- agents for a big tobacco firm-took me into their little home. From that time -ten days ago-till now, they have served and cared for me as only sons who have not forgotten their mothers could do. On that awful night I came, while forcing food on me, they said that Jack had stopped with them on his way out to the desert, where he was to complete his work for the Government. He was to go part of the distance with the Eng- lish woman, who, with her camels and her guides, was traveling to the Si- berian railroad. The next day they heard the whole caravan had returned. Four days out Jack had been taken ill. The only available shelter was an old monastery about a mile from the vil- lage. To this he had been moved. My hosts opened a window and pointed to 164 The Lady and Sada San a far-away, high-up light. It was like the flicker of a match in a vast cave of darkness. They told me wonderful things of the rooms in the monastery, which were cut in the solid rock of the mountain-side, and the strange dwarf priest who kept it. They lied beautifully and cheerfully as to Jack's condition, and all the time in their hearts they knew that he had the barest chance to live through the night. The woman doctor had nursed him straight through, permitting no one else near. The dwarf priest brought her supplies. Her last message for the day had been, "The crisis will soon be passed." Even now something grips my throat when I remember how those dear boys worked to divert me, until my strength revived. They rigged up a battered 165 The Lady and Sada San steamer-chair with furs and bath robes, put me in it, promising that as soon as I was rested they would see what could be done to get me up to the monastery. But I was not to worry. All of them set about seeing I had no time to think. Each took his turn in telling me marvelous tales of the life in that wild country. One boy brought in the new litter of puppies, begging me to carefully choose a name for each. The two ponies were trotted out and put through their pranks before the door in the half light of a dim lantern. They showed me the treasures of their bachelor life, the family photo- graphs and the various little nothings which link isolated lives to home and love. They even assured me they had had the table-cloth and napkins washed for my coming. Household interests exhausted, they began to talk of boy- 166 The Lady and Sada San hood days. Their quiet voices soothed me. From exhaustion I slept. When I woke, my watch said one o 'clock. The house was heavy with sleeping stillness. Through my window, far away the dim light wavered. It seemed to be signaling me. My decision was quick. I would go, and alone. If I called, my hosts would try to dissuade me, and I would not listen. For life or for death, I was going to Jack. The very thought lent me strength and gave my feet cunning stealthiness. A high wall was around the house but, thank Heaven, they had forgotten to lock the gate. Soon I was in the deserted, deep- rutted street shut in on either side by mud hovels, low and crouching close together in their pitiful poverty. There was nothing to guide me, save 167 The Lady and Sada San that distant speck of flame. Further on, I heard the rush of water and made out the dim line of an ancient bridge. Half way across I stumbled. From the heap of rags my foot had struck, came moans, and, by the sound of it, awful curses. It was a handless leper. I saw the stumps as they flew at me. Sick with horror, I fled and found an open place. The light still beckoned. The way was heavy with high, drifted sand. The courage of despair goaded me to the utmost effort. Forced to pause for breath, I found and leaned against a post. It was a telegraph pole. In all the blackness and immeasurable loneliness, it was the solitary sign of an inhabited world. And the only sound was the wind, as it sang through the taut wires in the unspeakable sad- ness of minor chords. A came] cara- 168 The Lady and Sada San van came by, soft-footed, silent and in- scrutable. I waited till it passed out to the mysteries of the desert beyond the range of hills. I began again to climb the path. It was lighter when I crept through a broken wall and found myself in a stone courtyard, with gilded shrines and grinning Buddhas. One image more hideous than the rest, with eyes like glow-worms, untangled its legs and came towards me. I shook with fright. But it was only the dwarf priest-a monstrosity of flesh and blood, who kept the temple. I pointed to the light which seemed to be hanging to the side of the rocks above. He slowly shook his head, then rested it on his hands and closed his eyes. I pushed him aside and painfully crawled up the shallow stone stairs, and found a door at the top. I opened it. Lying on a 169 The Lady and Sada San stone bed was Jack, white and still. A woman leaned over him with her hand on his wrist. Her face was heavily lined with a long life of sor- row. On her head was a crown of snow-white hair. She raised her hand for silence. I fell at her feet a shaking lump of misery. I could not live through it again, Mate-those remaining hours of agony, when every second seemed the last for Jack. But morning dawned, and with the miracle of a new-born day came the magic gift of life. When Jack opened his eyes and feebly stretched out his hand to me, my sing- ing heart gave thanks to God. And so the crisis was safely passed. And the hateful science I believed was taking Jack from me, in the skilful 170 The Lady and Sada San hands of a good woman, gave him back to me. The one comfort left me in the hu- miliation of my petty, unreasoning jealousy-yes, I had been jealous- was to tell her. And she, whose name was Edith Bowden, opened to me the door of her secret garden, wherein lay the sweet and holy memories of her lover, dead in the long ago. For forty long and lonesome years she had unfalteringly held before her the vision of her young sweetheart and his work, and through them she had toiled to make real his ideals. I take it all back, Mate. A career that makes such women as this is a beautiful and awesome thing. In spite of all my pleadings to come with us, Miss Bowden started once again on her lonely way across the 171 The Lady and Sada San wind-swept plains, back to Europe and her work, leaving me with a never-to- be-forgotten humility of spirit and an homage in my heart that never before have I paid a woman. I am too polite to say it, but I have had a taste of the place you spell with four letters. Also of Heaven. Just now, with Jack's thin hand safely in mine, I am hovering around the doors of Paradise in the house of the boys in Kalgan. If you could see the dusty little Chinese-Mongolian village, hang- ing on the upper lip of the mouth of the Gobi Desert, you would think it a strange place to find bliss. But joy can beautify sand and Sodom. Yesterday my hosts made me take a ride out into the Desert. Oh, Mate, in spots these glittering golden sands are sublime. My heart was so light and the air so rare, it was like flying 172 The Lady and Sada San through sunlit space on a legless horse. Life, or what answers to it, has been going on in the same way since thou- sands of years before Pharaoh went on that wild lark to the Red Sea. Every minute I expected to see Abra- ham and Sarah trailing along with their flocks and their families, hunting a place to stake out a claim, and Noah somewhere on a near-by sand-hill, tak- ing in tickets for the Ark Museum, while the "two by two's" fed below. I never heard of these friends being in this part of the country, but you can never tell what a wandering spirit will do. Jack is getting fat laughing at me. But Jack never was a lady and does not know what havoc imagination and the spell of the East can play with a loving but lonesome wife. And take it 173 The Lady and Sada San from me, beloved, he never will. Noth- ing gained in exposing all your follies. He sends love to you. So do I-from the joyful heart of a woman whose most terrible troubles never happened. PEKING, February, 1912. Mate: I do not know whether I can write you sanely or not. But write you I must. It is my one outlet in these days of anxious waiting. I have just cabled Billy Milton, in Nebraska, to come by the first steamer. I have not an idea what he will do when he gets to Japan, or how I will help him; but he is my one hope. Yesterday, on our arrival here, I found a desperate letter from Sada San, written hurriedly and sent secretly. She finds that the man Hara, whom her uncle has promised she shall 174 The Lady and Sada San marry, has a wife and three chil- dren! The man, on the flimsiest pretext, has sent the woman home to clear his es- tablishment for the new wife. And, Mate, can you believe it, he has kept the children-the youngest a nursing baby, just three months old! One of the geisha girls in the tea- house slipped in one night and told Sada. She went at once to Uncle and asked him if it was true. He said that it was, and that Sada should consider herself very lucky to be wanted by such a man. Upon Sada telling him she would die before she would marry the man, he laughed at her. Since then she has not been permitted to leave her room. The lucky day for marriage has been found and set. Thank goodness, it is seventeen days from now, and if Billy 175 The Lady and Sada San races across by Vancouver he can make it. In the meantime Nebraska seems a million miles away. I know the heart- beats of the fellow who is riding to the place of execution, with a reprieve. But seventeen days is a deadly slow nag. I had already told Jack of my anx- iety for Sada San and of the fate that was hanging over her, but now that the blow has suddenly fallen I dare not tell him. In a situation like this I know what Jack would want to do; and in his present weakened condition it might be fatal. It is useless for me to appeal to any- body out here. Those in Japan who would help are powerless. Those who could help would smile serenely and tell me it was the law. And law and custom supersede any lesser question of right or wrong. By it the smallest 176 The Lady and Sada San act of every inhabitant is regulated, from the quantity of air he breathes to the proper official place for him to die. But, imagine the majesty of any law which makes it a ghastly immorality to mildly sass your mother-in-law, and a right, lawful and moral act for a man, with any trumped-up excuse, to throw his legal wife out of the house, that room may be made for another woman who has appealed to his fancy. Japan may not need missionaries, but, by all the Mikados that ever were or will be, her divorce laws need a few revisions more than the nation needs battleships. You might run a country without gunboats, but never without women. This case of Hara is neither extreme nor unusual. I have been face to face in this flowery kingdom with tragedies of this kind when a woman was the 177 The Lady and Sada San blameless victim of a man 's caprice, and he was upheld by a law that would shame any country the sun shines on. By a single stroke of a pen through her name, on the records at the court- house, the woman is divorced-some- times before she knows it. Then she goes away to hide her disgrace and her broken heart-not broken because of her love for the man who has cast her off, but because, from the time she is invited to go home on a visit and her clothes are sent after her, on through life, she is marked. If she has chil- dren, the chances are that the husband retains possession of them, and she is seldom, if ever, permitted to see them. I know your words of caution would be, Mate, not to be rash in my condem- nations, to remember the defects of my own land. I am neither forgetful nor rash. I do not expect to reform the 178 The Lady and Sada San country, neither am I arguing. I am simply telling you facts. I know, too, that some Fountain Head of knowledge will rise from the back seat and beg to state that the new civil code contains many revisions and regulates divorce. The only trouble with the new civil code is that it keeps on containing the revisions and only in theory do they get beyond the books in which they are written. Next to my own, in my affections, stands this sunlit, flower-covered land which has given the world men and women unselfishly brave and noble. But there are a few deformities in the country's law system that need the knife of a skilled surgeon, amputating right up to the last joint; among these the divorce laws made in ancient times by the gone-to-dust but still sacred and revered ancestors. Who would give a 179 The Lady and Sada San hang for any old ancestor so cut on the bias I cannot write any more. I am too agitated to be entertaining. I wrote Sada a revised version of Blue Beard that would turn that vener- able gentleman gray, could he read it. Uncle will be sure to. I dare him to solve the puzzle of my fancy writing. But I made Sada San know the Prince Red Head was coming to her rescue, if the engine did not break down. Now there is nothing to do but wait and pray there are no weak spots in Billy's backbone. Cable just received. William is on the wing! PEKING, CHINA, February, 1912. Well, here we still are, my convales- cent Jack and I, bottled up in the mid- dle of a revolution, and poor, helpless 180 The Lady and Sada San little Sada San calling to me across the waters. Verily, these are strenuous days for this perplexed woman. It is a tremendous sight to look out upon the incomprehensible saffron- hued masses that crowd the streets. I no longer wonder at the color of the Yellow Sea. But, Oh, Mate, if I could only make you see the gilded walled city, in which history of the ages is being laid in dust and ashes, while the power that made it is hastening down the back alley to a mountain nunnery for safety! Peking is like a beautiful golden witch clothed in priceless garments of dusty yellow, girded with ropes of pearls. Her eyes are of jade, and so fine is the powdered sand she sifts from her tapering fingers it turns the air to an amber haze; so potent its magic spell, it fas- cinates and enthralls, while it repels. 181 The Lady and Sada San For all the centuries the witch has held the silken threads, which bound her millions of subjects, she has been deaf -deaf to the cries of starvation, injus- tice and cruelty; heedless to devastation of life by her servants; smiling at piles of headless men; gloating over torture when it filled her treasure-house. Ever cruel and heartless, now she is all a-tremble and sick with fear of the increasing power of the mighty young giant-Revolution. She sees from afar her numbered days. She is crying for the mercy she never showed, begging for time she never granted. She is a tottering despot, a dying tyrant, but still a beautiful golden witch. We have not been here long but my soul has been sickened by the sights of the pitiless consequences of even the rumors of war all over the country and particularly in Peking. If only the re- 182 The Lady and Sada San sponsible ones could suffer. But it is the poor, the innocent and the old who pay the price for the greed of the others. In this, how akin the East is to the West I The night we came there was a run on the banks caused by the report that Peking was to be looted and burned. Crowds of men, women and even children, hollow-eyed and haggard, jammed the streets before the doors of the banks, pleading for their little all. Some of them had as much as two dollars stored away! But it was the twenty dimes that deferred slow starvation. Banks kept open through the night. Officials and clerks worked to exhaustion, satisfying de- mands, hoping to placate the mob and avert the unthinkable results of a riot. Countless soldiers swarmed the streets with fixed bayonets. But the bloodless witch has no claim to one sin- 183 The Lady and Sada San gle heart-beat of loyalty from the un- paid wretches who wear the Imperial uniform; and when by simply tying a white handkerchief on their arms they go over in groups of hundreds to the Revolutionists, they are only repaying treachery in its own foul coin. Though I hate to leave Jack even for an hour, I have to get out each day for some fresh air. To-day it seemed to me, as I walked among the crowds, fan- tastic in the flickering flames of bon- fires and incandescent light, that life had done its cruel worst to these peo- ple-had written her bitterest tokens of suffering and woe in the deeply fur- rowed faces and sullenly hopeless eyes. Earlier in the year thousands of farmers and small tradesmen had come in from the country to escape floods, famine and robber-bands. Hundreds had sold their children for a dollar or 184 The Lady and Sada San so and for days lived on barks and leaves, as they staggered toward Pe- king for relief. Now thousands more are rushing from the city to the hills or to the des- ert, fleeing from riot and war, the strong carrying the sick, the young the old-each with a little bundle of house- hold goods, all camping near the tower- ing gates in the great city wall, ready to dash through when the keeper flings them open in the early morning. And through it all the merciless exe- cution of any suspect or undesirable goes merrily on. Close by my car- riage a cart passed. In it were four wretched creatures with hands and feet bound and pigtails tied together. They were on their way to a plot of crimson ground where hundreds part with their heads. By the side of the cart ran a ten-year-old boy, his uplifted 185 The Lady and Sada San face distorted with agony of grief. One of the prisoners was his father. I watched the terrified masses till a man and woman of the respectable farmer class came by, with not enough rags on to hide their half-starved bod- ies. Between them they carried on their shoulders a bamboo pole, from which was swung a square of matting. On this. in rags, but clean, lay a mere skeleton of a baby with beseeching eyes turned to its mother; and from its lips came piteous little whines like a hun- ger-tortured kitten. Tears streamed down the woman's cheeks as she crooned and babbled to the child in a language only a tender mother knows, but in her eyes was the look of a soul crucified with helpless suffering. I slipped all the money I had into the straw cradle and fled to our room. Jack was asleep. I got into my bed 186 The Lady and Sada San and covered up my head to shut out the horrors of the multitude that are hurt- ing my own heart like an eternal tooth-. ache. But, honey, bury me deep when there is n 't a smile lurking around the dark- est corner. Neither war nor famine can wholly eliminate the comical. Yes- terday afternoon some audacious youngsters asked me to chaperon a tea-party up the river. We went in a gaily decorated house-boat, made tea on a Chinese stove of impossible shape, and ate cakes and sandwiches innumer- able. Aglow with youth and its joys, reckless of danger, courting adventure, the promoters of the enterprise failed to remember that we were outside the city walls, that the gates were closed at sunset and nothing but a written or- der from an official could open them. We had no such order. When it was 187 The Lady and Sada San quite dark, we faced entrances doubly locked and barred. The guardian in- side might have been dead for all he heeded our importunities and bribes. At night outside the huge pile of brick and stone, inclosing and guarding the city from lawless bandits, life is not worth a whistle. A dismayed little gig- gle went round the crowd of late tea revelers as we looked up the twenty- five feet of smooth wall topped by heavy battlements. Just when we had about decided that our only chance was to stand on each other's shoulders and try to hack out footholds with a bread knife, some one suggested that we try the effect of college yells on the gentle- men within. Imagine the absurdity of a dozen terrified Americans standing there in the heart of China yelling in unison for Old Eli, and Nassau, and the Harvard Blue ! 188 The Lady and Sada San The effect was magical. Curiosity is one of the strongest of Oriental traits, and before long the gates creaked on their hinges and a crowd of slant-eyed, pig-tailed heads peered wonderingly out. The rest was easy, and I heard a great sigh of relief as I marshaled my little group into safety. Jack's many friends here in Peking are determined that I shall have as good a time as possible. Worried by disor- ganized business, harassed with care, they always find opportunity not only to plan for my pleasure but see that I have it, properly attended-for of course Jack is not yet able to leave his room. Beyond the power of any man is the prophecy of what may happen to offi- cial-ridden Peking. The air is sur- charged with mutterings. The brutally oppressed people may turn at last, rise, 189 The Lady and Sada San and, in their fury, rend to bits all flesh their skeleton fingers grasp. The Legations grouped around the hotel are triply guarded. The shift, shift, shift of soldiers' feet as they march the streets rubs my nerves like sandpaper. Rest and sleep are impossible. We seem constantly on the edge of a preci- pice, over which, were we to go, the fate awaiting us would reduce the tortures of Hades to pin-pricks. The Revolu- tionists have the railroads, the bandits the rivers. Yet, if I don't reach Japan in twelve days now, I will be too late. Poor Sada San! Please say to your small son David that his request to send him an Emper- or s crown to wear when he plays king, is not difficult to grant. At the present writing crowns in the Orient are not fashionable. As I look out of my win- 190 The Lady and Sada San dow, the salmon-pink walls of the For- bidden City rise in the dusty distance. Under the flaming yellow roof of the Palace is a frail and frightened little six-year-old boy-the ruler of millions -who, if he knew and could, would gladly exchange his priceless crown for freedom and a bag of marbles. Good night. PEKING, Next day. It is Sunday afternoon and pouring rain. Outside it is so drearily mourn- ful, I keep my back turned. At least, the dripping wet will secure me a quiet hour or so. My Chinese room-boy reasons that only a sure-enough somebody would have so many callers and attend so many functions-not knowing that it is only because Jack's wife will never lack where he has friends. Hence the boy 191 The Lady and Sada San haunts my door ready to serve and reap his reward. But I am sure it was only kindness that prompted him on this dreary day to set the fire in the grate to blazing and arrange the tea-table, the steaming kettle close by, and turn on all the lights. How cozy it is I How homelike! Jack grows stronger each day, and crosser, which is a good sign. At last I have told him of Sada San's plight; and he is for starting for Kioto to-mor- row to "wipe the floor with Uncle Mura, " as he elegantly expresses it. But of course he 's still too weak to even think of such a journey. He makes me join in the gaieties that still go on despite the turmoil and unrest. I must tell you of one dinner which, of the many brilliant functions, was certainly unique. It was a sumptuous affair given by 192 The Lady and Sada San one of the Legation officials. I wore my glory dress-the color Jack loves best. I went in a carriage guarded on the outside by soldiers. Beside me sat a strapping European with his pockets bulging suspiciously. I was not in the least afraid of the threatening mob which stopped us twice. I could almost have welcomed an at- tack, just to get behind my big escort and see him clear the way. Merciful powers ! Hate is a sweet and friendly word for what the masses feel for the foreigners, whom most be- lieve to be in league with the Govern- ment. Happily, nothing more serious hap- pened than breaking all the carriage windows; and, in the surprise that awaited me in the drawing-room of the gorgeously appointed mansion, I quite forgot that. 193 The Lady and Sada San Who should be almost the first to greet me but Dolly and Mr. Dolly, other- wise the Seeker, married and on their honeymoon! She was radiant. And oh, Mate, if you could only see the change in him! As revolutions seem to be in order, Dolly has worked a prize one on him, I think. He was positively gentle and showed signs of the making of a near gentleman. I was glad to see them, and more than glad to see Dolly s unfeigned happiness. The mournful little prince has gone on his way to lonely, isolated Sikkam to take up his task of endless reincarnation. Very soon I found another surprise -my friend Mr. Carson of the Rock- ies. It seemed a little incongruous that the simple, unlettered Irishman should have found his way into the brilliant, many-countried company, where were men who made history and held the fate 194 The Lady and Sada San of nations in their hands and built or crumbled empires, and women to match, regally gowned, keen of wit and wis- dom. But, bless you, he was neither trou- bled nor out of place. He was the es- sence of democracy and mixed with the guests with the same innocent sim- plicity that he would have shown at his village church social. He greeted me cordially, asked after Jack and spoke enthusiastically of his work. I smiled when I saw that in the curi- ous shuffling of cards he had been chosen as the dinner escort of a tall and stately Russian beauty. I watched them walk across the waxen floor and heard him say to her, "Sure if I had time I would telegraph for me roller skates to guide ye safely over the slick- ness of the boards." Her answering 195 The Lady and Sada San laugh, sweet and friendly, was reassur- ing. For a while it was a deadly solemn feast. The difficulty was to find topics of common interest without stumbling upon forbidden subjects. You see, Mate, times are critical; and the only way to keep out of trouble is not to get in by being too wordy. By my side sat a stern-visaged leader of the Revolu- tion. Across the way, a Manchu Prince. Mr. Carson and the beauty were just opposite. I became absorbed in watch- ing her exquisite tact in guiding the awkward hands of her partner through the silver puzzle on each side of his plate to the right eating utensils at the proper time. I saw her pleased inter- est in all his talk, whether it was crops, cider or pigtails. And for her gentle 196 The Lady and Sada San courtesy and kindness to my old friend I blessed her and wiped out a big score I had against her country. How glad Russia will be! But the Irishman was not happy. Course after course had been served. With every rich course came a rare wine. Colorado shook a shaggy gray head at every bottle, though he was choking with thirst. He was a teeto- taler. Whenever boy No. 1, who served the wine, approached, he whispered, "Water." It got to be "Water, please, water!" Then threateningly, "Water, blame ye! Fetch me water." It was vain pleading. At best a China- man is no friend to water; and when the word is flung at him with an Emer- ald accent it fails to arrive. But ten courses without moisture bred despera- tion; and all at once, down the length 197 The Lady and Sada San of that banquet board, went a hoarsely whispered plea, in the richest imagi- nable brogue, "Hostess, where 's the punp" It was like a sky-rocket scattering showers of sparks on a lowering cloud. In a twinkling the heaviness of the feast was dispersed by shouts of laughter. Everybody found something delightful to tell that was not dangerous. We wound up by going to a Chinese theater. When we left, after two hours of death and devastation, the demands of the drama for gore were still so great, assistants had to be called from out the audience to change the scenery and dead men brought to life to go on with the play. When I got back Jack was, of course, asleep; but he had been busy in my ab- sence. I found a note on my pin- cushion saying he had sent a wire to 198 The Lady and Sada San meet Billy's steamer on its arrival at Yokohama and that I 'm to start alone for Japan in a day or two-as soon as it seems safe to travel. Next day. Honey, there is a thrill a minute. I may not live to see the finish, for the soldiers have mutinied and joined the mob, maddened with lust for blood and loot. I must tell you about it while I can; for it is not every day one has the chance of seeing a fresh and daring young Republic sally up to an all-pow- erful dynasty, centuries old with tyranny and treasure, and say, "Now, you vamoose the Golden Throne. It matters not where you go, but hustle; and I don't want any back talk while you are doing it. " If I was n 't so excited I might be nervous. But, Mate, when you see a 199 The Lady and Sada San cruelly oppressed people winning their freedom with almost nothing to back them but plain grit, you want to sing, dance, pray and shout all at the same time, and there is no mistake about young China having a mortgage on all the surplus nerve of the country. Of course, the mob, awful as it is, is simply an unavoidable attachment of war. All day there has been terrible fight- ing, and I am told the streets are blocked with headless bodies and plun- der that could not be carried off. The way the mob and the soldier- bandits got into the city is a story that makes any tale of the Arabian Nights fade away into dull myth. Some years ago a Manchu official, high in command, espied a beautiful flower-girl on the street and forthwith attached her as his private property. So great was her fascination, the tables 200 The Lady and Sada San were turned and he became the slave till he grew tired. He not only scorned her, but he deserted her. Though a Manchu maid, the Revolution played into her tapering fingers the oppor- tunity for the sweetest revenge that ever tempted an almond-eyed beauty. It had been the proud boast of her offi- cer master that he could resist any at- tacking party and hold the City Royal for the Manchus. Alas! he reckoned without a woman. She knew a man outside the city walls-a leader of an organization-half soldiery, half ban- dits-who thirsted for the chance to pay off countless scores against officers and private citizens inside. After a vain effort to win back her lover, the flower- girl communicated with the captain of the rebel band, who had only been de- terred from entering the city by a high wall twenty feet thick. She told him to 201 The Lady and Sada San be ready to come in on a certain night- the gates would be open. The night came. She slipped from doorway to doorway through the guarded streets till she reached the appointed place. Even the sentries unconsciously lent a hand to her plan, in leaving their posts and seeking a tea-house fire by which to warm their half-frozen bodies. The one-time jewel of the harem, who had seldom lifted her own teacup, tugged at the mighty gates with her small hands till the bars were raised and in rushed the mob. She raced to her home, decked herself in all the splendid jewels he had given her, stuck red roses in her black hair, and stood on a high roof and jeered her lover as he fled for his life through the narrow streets. The city is bright with the fires started by the rabble. The yellow 202 The Lady and Sada San roofs, the pink walls and the towering marble pagodas catch the reflection of the flames, making a scene of bar- baric splendor that would reduce the burning of Rome to a feeble little bon- fire. The pitiful, the awful and the very funny are so intermixed, my face is fa- tally twisted trying to laugh and cry at the same time. Right across from my window, on the street curbing, a China- man is getting a hair-cut. In the midst of all the turmoil, hissing bullets and roaring mobs, he sits with folded hands and closed eyes as calm as a Joss, while a strolling barber manipulates a pair of foreign shears. For him blessed free- dom lies not in the change of Monarchy to Republic, but in the shearing close to the scalp the hated badge of bondage his pigtail. And, Mate, the first thing the loot- 203 The Lady and Sada San ers do when they enter a house is to snatch down the telephones and take them out to burn; for, as one rakish bandit explained, they were the talking- machines of the foreign devils and, if left, might reveal the names of the loot- ers ! High-born ladies with two-inch feet stumble by, their calcimined faces streaked with tears and fright. Gray- haired old men shiver with terror and try to hide in any small corner. Lost children and deserted ones, frantic with fear, cling to any passer-by, only to be shoved into the street and often tram- pled underfoot. And through it all, the mob runs and pitilessly mows down with sword and knife as it goes, and plunders and sacks till there is nothing left. As I stood watching only a part of this horror, I heard a long-haired 204 The Lady and Sada San brother near me say, as he kept well under cover, "Inscrutable Provi- dence! " But (my word!) I don 't think it fair to lay it all on Providence. So far the foreign Legations have been well guarded. But there is no tell- ing how long the overworked soldiers can hold out. When they cannot, the Lord help the least one of us. Jack's friends are working day and night, guarding their property. I guess the Seeker found more of the plain unvarnished Truth in the East than he bargained for. He and Dolly have disappeared from Peking. Nobody undresses these nights and few go to bed. Our bodyguard is the room-boy. I asked him which side he was on, and without a change of feature he answered, "Manchu Chinaman. Allee samee bimeby, Missy, I make you tea. " I have a suspicion that he sleeps 205 The Lady and Sada San across our door, for his own or our pro- tection, I am not sure which; but some- times, when the terrible howls of fight- ers reach me, as I doze in a chair, I turn on the light and sit by my fire to shake off a few shivers, trying to make believe I 'm home in Kentucky, while Jack sleeps the sleep of the convales- cent. Then a soft tap comes at my door and a very gentle voice says, "Missy, I make you tea." Shades of Pekoe! I '11 drown if this keeps up much longer. He comes in, brews the leaves, then drops on his haunches and looks into the fire. Not by the quiver of an eye- lash does he give any sign, no matter how close the shots and shouts. In- scrutable and immovable, he seems a thing utterly apart from the tremen- dous upheaval of his country. And yet, for all anybody knows, he may be 206 The Lady and Sada San chief plotter of the whole movement. His unmoved serenity is about the most soothing thing in all this Hades. I am not really and truly afraid. Jack is with me, and just over there, above the. crimson glare of the burning city, gently but surely float the Stars and Stripes. Good night, beloved Mate. I will not believe we are dead till it happens. Besides, I simply could not die till Jack and I have saved Sada San. By the way, I start for Japan to- morrow. The prayers of the congrega- tion are requested! KIOTo HOTEL, KIOTO, March, 1912. Beloved Mate: Rejoice with me! Sing psalms and give thanks. Something has happened. I do not know just what it is, but little 207 The Lady and Sada San thrills of happiness are playing hop- scotch up and down my back, and my head is lighter than usual. Be calm and I will tell you about it. In the first place, I got here this morning, more dead than alive, after days of travel that are now a mere blur of yelling crowds, rattling trains and heaving seas. A wire from Yokohama was waiting. Billy had beat me here by a few hours. At noon, to-day, a big broad-shouldered youth met me, whom I made no mistake in greeting as Mr. Milton. Billy's eyes are beautifully brown. William's chin looks as if it was modeled for the purpose of dealing with tea-house Uncles. Not far from the station is a black- and-tan temple ancient and restful. To that we strolled and sat on the edge of the Fountain of Purification, which faces the quiet monastery garden, while 208 The Lady and Sada San we talked things over. That is, Billy did the questioning; I did the talking to the mystic chanting of the priests. I quickly related all that I knew of what had happened to Sada, and what was about to happen. There was no reason for me to adorn the story with any fringes for it to be effective. Billy's face was grim. He said little; put a few more questions, then left me saying he would join me at dinner in the hotel. I passed an impatient, tedious after- noon. Went shopping, bought things I can never use, wondering all the time what was going to be the outcome. Got a reassuring cable from Jack in answer to mine, saying all was well with him. Mr. Milton returned promptly this evening. He ordered dinner, then for- got to eat. He did not refer to the afternoon; and long intimacy with sci- 209 The Lady and Sada San ence has taught me when not to ask questions. There was only a fragment of a plan in my mind; I had no further communication from Sada, and knew nothing more than that the wedding was only a day off. We decided to go to Uncle's house to- gether. I was to get in the house and see Sada if possible, taking, as the ex- cuse for calling, a print on which, in an absent-minded moment, I had squan- dered thirty yen. Billy was to stay outside, and, if I could find the faintest reason for so doing, I was to call him in. This was his suggestion. I found Uncle scintillating with good humor and hospitality. Evidently his plans were going smoothly; but not once did he refer to them. I asked for Sada. Uncle smiled sweetly and said she was not in. Ananias died for less ! 210 The Lady and Sada San He was quite capable of locking her up in some very quiet spot. I was exter- nally indifferent and internally dis- mayed. I showed him my print. At once he was the eager, interested artist and he went into a long history of the picture. Though I looked at him and knew he was talking, his words conveyed no meaning. I was faint with despair. It was my last chance. I could have wagered Uncle's best picture that Billy was tearing up gravel outside. I had been in the house an hour, and had ac- complished nothing. Surely if I stayed long enough something had to hap- pen. Suddenly out of my hopelessness came a blessed thought. Uncle had once promised to show me a priceless original of Hokusai. I asked if I might see it then. He was so elated that with- 211 The Lady and Sada San out calling a servant to do it for him he disappeared into a deep cupboard to find his treasure. For a moment, helpless and desper- ate, I was swayed with a mad impulse to lock him up in the cupboard; but there was no lock. It was so deadly still it hurt. Then, coming from the outside, I heard a low whistle with an unmistakable American twist to it, followed by a soft scraping sound. My heart missed two beats. I did not know what was happening; nor was I sure that Sada was within the house; but something told me that my cue was to keep Uncle busy. I obeyed with a heavy accent. When he appeared with his print, I began to talk. I recklessly repeated pages of text-books, whether they fitted or not; I fired technical terms at him till he was dizzy with mental gymnastics. 212 The Lady and Sada San He smoothed out his precious picture. I fell upon it. I raved over the straight-front mountains and the mar- celed waves in that foolish old wood- cut as I had never gushed over any piece of paper before, and I hope I never will again. Not once did he re- linquish his hold of that faded deform- ity in art, and neither did I. Surely I surprised myself with the new joys I constantly found in the pi- geon-toed ladies and slant-eyed war- riors. Uncle needed absorption, con- centration and occupation. Mine was the privilege to give him what he re- quired. No further sound from the garden and the silence drilled holes into my nerves. I was so fearful that the man would see my trembling excitement, I soon made my adieux. Uncle seemed a little surprised and 213 The Lady and Sada San graciously mentioned that tea was be- ing prepared for me. I never wanted tea less and solitude more. I said I must take the night train for Hiro- shima. It was a sudden decision; but to stay would be useless. I said, "Sayonara," and smiled my sweetest. I had a feeling I would never see dear Uncle Mura on earth again and doubtless our environment will differ in the Beyond. I went to the gate. It faced two streets. Both were empty. Not a sign of Billy nor the jinrickshas in which we had come. I trod on air as I tramped back to the hotel. HnmoSHIMA, Five Days Later, 1912. Mate dear: I am back in my old quarters-safe. Why shouldn't I be! A detective has been my constant companion since I left 214 The Lady and Sada San Kioto, sitting by my berth all night on the train, and following me to the gates of the School! I had planned to start back to Pe- king as soon as Sada and Billy were clear and away. But this detective business has made me very wary-not to say weary-and I 've had to post- pone my return to Jack to await the Emperor's pleasure and lest I bring more trouble on Sada's head, by fol- lowing too closely on her heels; for I suspect the blessed elopers are them- selves on the way to China. When I took my walk into the coun- try the afternoon after I got here, I saw the detective out of the back of my head, and a merry chase I led him-up the steepest paths I knew, down the rocky sides, across the ferry, and into the remote village, where I let him rest his body in the stinging cold while I 215 The Lady and Sada San made an unexpected call. For once he earned his salary and his supper. That night I was in the sitting-room alone. A glass door leads out to an open porch. Conscious of a presence, I looked up to find two penetrating eyes fixed on me. It made me creepy and cold, yet I was amused. I sat long and late, but a quiet shadow near the door told me I was not alone. Even when in bed I could hear soft steps under my window. I have just come from an interview that was deliciously illuminating. Sada San has disappeared; and, so goes their acute reasoning, as I was the last person in Uncle's house, before her absence was discovered, the logical conclusion is that I have kidnapped her. Two hours ago the seared housemaid came to announce that "two Mr. Sol- 216 The Lady and Sada San diers with swords wanted to speak to me." I went at once, to find my guardian angel and the Chief of Police for this district in the waiting-room. We wasted precious minutes making in- quiries about one another's health, ac- centuating every other word with a bow and a loud indrawn breath. We were tuning up for the business in hand. The chief began by assuring me that I was a teacher of great learning. I had not heard it but bowed. It was poison to his spirit to question so honorable, august, and altogether wise a person, but I was suspected of a grave offense, and I must answer his questions. Where was my home Easy. How did I live Easier. Who was my grandfather 217 The Lady and Sada San Fortunately I remembered. Was I married Muchly. Where was my master Did not have any. My husband was in China. Was I in Japan by his permission I was. Had I been sent home for disobedi- ence Please explain. No explanation. I was just here. Did I know the penalty for kidnap- ing No, color-prints interested me more. Had any of my people ever been in the penitentiary No, only the Legislature. At this both men looked puzzled. Then the Chief made a discovery. "Ah-h," he sighed, "American word for crazysylum !" Would Madame positively state that 218 The Lady and Sada San she knew nothing of the girl's where- abouts. Madame positively and truth- fully so stated. I did not know. I only knew what I thought; but, Mate, you cannot arrest a man for thinking. After a grilling of an hour or so they left me, looking worried and perplexed. They had never heard of Billy, and I saw no use adding to their troubles. Nobody seems to have noticed him at dinner with me; and now that I think of it, he had men strange to the hotel pull- ing the jinrickshas. It was dear of Billy not to implicate me. I am ignorant of what really hap- pened, but wherever they are I am sure Sada is in the keeping of an honorable man. Last night, after I closed this letter, I had a cable. It said: "Married in heaven, "BETLY AND SADA." 219 The Lady and Sada San But the cables must have been crossed, for it was dated Shanghai; or else the operator was so excited over repeating such a message he forgot to put in the period. March 15. Just received a letter from Billy and Sada. It is a gladsome tale they tell. Young Lochinvar, though pale with envy, would bow to Billy's direct method. I can see you, blessed Mate that you are, smiling delightedly at the grand finale of the true love story I have been writing you these months. Billy says on the night it all happened he tramped up and down, waiting for me to call him, till he wore "gullies in the measly little old cow-path they call a street." The passing moments only made him more furious. Finally he decided to 220 The Lady and Sada San walk right into the house, unannounced, and find Sada if he had to knock Uncle down and make kindling wood of the bamboo doll-house. But as he came into the side garden he saw in the sec- ond story a picture silhouetted on the white paper doors. It was Sada and her face was buried in her hands. That settled Billy. He would save Uncle all the worry of an argument by simply re- moving the cause. There in the dusk, he whistled the old college call, then swung himself up on a fat stone lantern, and in a few minutes he swung down a suitcase and Sada in American clothes. They caught a train to Kobe, which is only a short distance, and sailed out to the same steamer he had left in Yoko- hama and which arrived in Kobe that day. Billy says, for a quick and safe wed- ding ceremony commend him to an en- 221 The Lady and Sada San thusiastic, newly-arrived young mis- sionary; and for rapid handling of red tape connected with a license, pin your faith to a fat and jolly American consul. So that was what the blessed rascal was doing all that afternoon he left me in Kioto to myself. Cannot you see suc- cess in life branded on William's freck- led brow right now The story soon spread over the ship. Passengers and crew packed the music- room to witness the ceremony, and joy- ously drank the health of the lovers at the supper the Captain hastily ordered. Without hindrance, but half delirious with joy, they headed for Shanghai. Billy found that he could transact a little business in China for the firm at home and with Western enterprise de- cided to make his honeymoon pay for itself. And now that my task is finished I 222 The Lady and Sada San shall follow them as fast as the next steamer can carry me. PEKING, APRIL, 1912. Back once again, Mate, in the City of Golden Dusts. Glorious spring sun- shine, and the whole world wrapped in a tender haze. Everything has little rainbows around it and the very air is studded with jewels. Soldiers are still marching; flags are flying; drums are thumping and it is all to the tune of Victory for the Revo- lutionists. But best of all Jack is well! To me Peking is like that first morning of Eve's in the Garden of Eden. What crowded, happy weeks these last have been. Waiting for Jack; amusing him when time hangs heavy- even unto reading pages of scientific books with words so big the spine of my tongue is threatened with fracture. 223 The Lady and Sada San And in between times Well, I am thanking my stars for the chance to doubly make up for any little tender- ness I may have passed by. Put it in your daily thought book, honey, for- evermore I am going to remember that if at the time we'd use the strength in doing that we consume afterwards be- ing sorry we didn't do, life would run on an easy trolley. Billy and Sada are with us, still with the first glow of the enchanted garden over them. Bless their happy hearts! I am going to give them my collection of color prints to start housekeeping with. How I 'd love to see Uncle through a telescope. To-night we are having our last din- ner here. To-morrow the four of us turn our faces toward the most beauti- ful spot this side of Heaven, home. The happy runaways to Nebraska, Jack 224 The Lady and Sada San and I to the little roost we left behind in Kentucky. There goes the music for dinner. It 's something, about "dreamy love." Love is n 't a dream, Mate-not the kind I know; it's all of life and beyond. I know what they are playing! Breathe but one breath Rose beauty above And all that was death Grows life, grows love, Grows love! THE END 225