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Little Sister Snow / by Frances Little [pseud.] ; illustrations by Genjiro Kataoka. Little, Frances, 1863-1941. 400dpi TIFF G4 page images University of Kentucky, Electronic Information Access & Management Center Lexington, Kentucky 2002 b92-226-31183404 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. Little Sister Snow / by Frances Little [pseud.] ; illustrations by Genjiro Kataoka. Little, Frances, 1863-1941. Century, New York : 1909. 141 p.,  leaves 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 MN04757.07 KUK) Printing Master B92-226. 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. LITTLE SISTER SNOW A FERVENTr, WHISPERED PRAYER LITTLE SISTER SNOW BY FRANCES LITTLE AUTHOR OF "THE LADY OF THE DECORATION" WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY GENJIRO KATAOKA NEW YORK THE CENTURY CO. I 909 Copyright, i909, by THE CENTURY CO. Pubushed October, 19w THE DE V1PNPiE PRE" TO MY NIECE ALICE HEGAN RICE IN MEMORY OF MANY HAPPY MONTH' SPENT TOGETHER IN JAPAN This page in the original text is blank. LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS A fervent, whispered prayer . . . Frontispiece With outstretched hands and flying feet 5 She would throw her into the ditch . . . 7 The two old people . . . . . . . . . 33 Yuki San was called before her father . . . 53 With paint and brush she fell to work . . 65 At the slightest sound she listened . . . . 77 Not willing to be surpassed in salutation . 8 "M- heart bleed for lonely" . . . 97 She busied herself with serving the tea 105 Very helpless and lonesome . . . . . . 121 To make good her promise to the gods . . 137 This page in the original text is blank. LITTLE SISTER SNOW This page in the original text is blank. LITTLE SISTER SNOW CHAPTER I A QUAINT old Japanese garden lay smiling under the sunshine of a morning in early spring. The sun, having flooded the outside world with dazzling light, seemed to sink to a ten- der radiance as it wooed leaf and bud into new life and loveliness. It loos- ened the tiny rivulet from the icy fin- gers of winter, and sped it merrily ofn its way to a miniature lake, where shin- ing goldfish darted here and there in 3 LITTLE SISTER SNOW an ecstasy of motion. It stole into the shadows of a great pine-tree, and touched the white wings of the pigeons as they cooed the song of mating-time. It gleamed on the sandy path that led to the old stone lantern, played into the eyes of Kwannon, the Goddess of Mercy, and finally lost itself in the trees beyond. Under a gnarled plum-tree, that for uncounted years had braved the snow and answered joyously the first call of spring, a little maiden stood and held out eager hands to catch the falling blossoms. The flowering-time was nearly done, and the child stood watch- ing the petals twirl quickly down, fill- ing the hollows and fashioning curious designs on the mossy grass. 4 WITH OUTSTRETCHED HANDS AND FLYING FEET Ij, I; - stid j, , 6 A This page in the original text is blank. LITTLE SISTER SNOW The softest of breezes coming across the river, over the thick hedge, saucily blew a stray petal straight into the child's face. To Yuki Chan it was a challenge, and with outstretched hands and flying feet she gave chase to the whirling blossoms. Round and round the old tree, into the hedge, and up the sandy path she raced, her long sleeves spreading like tiny sails, her cheeks flushed to the same crimson as her flowery playmates. A sudden stillness in the air ended the romp. Yuki Chan returned to her playground beneath the tree, and taking her captured pet- als from the folds of her kimono, began to count her trophies. "Ichi, ni, san, ichi, ni, san," she rhythmically droned, three being the 7 LITTLE SISTER SNOW magical number that would bring good luck if the petals were properly ar- ranged and the number repeated often enough. But the monotony of repetition brought rest, and soon Yuki Chan, for- getting to count, made a bed of the fallen petals and turned her face to- ward the little straw-roofed house from which noises of busy preparation came. It was a birthday. Not Yuki Chan's, for that came with the snow- time. This was the third day of the third month, which in the long ago was set apart as the big birthday of all little girls born in' the lovely island, and was celebrated by the Festival of Dolls. Yuki Chan lay with her slim body 8 LITTLE SISTER SNOW stretched in the warmth of the sun. In every graceful line was the imprint of high breeding; her white face, so unusual with her race, was stamped with the romance and tragedy of cen- turies; while her eyes, limpid and lu- minous, looked out at the world with eager, questioning interest. Through the wide-open slioji of the house she caught glimpses of her father and mother hurrying and holding consultations. She marked frequent visits to the old warehouse that held the household treasures, and the bringing out of bundles wvrapped in yellow cloth. The air brought her whiffs of cooking food, and the flower- and fish-men deposited a fair part of their stock on the porch. 9 LITTLE SISTER SNOWV But Yuki Chan was banished fronm these joys of preparation because of naughtiness, and as she lay in the warm sunshine she thought of her recent wickedness. She smiled as she remembered how she had hid her fa- ther's pipe that he might work the faster, and broken the straps of her mother's wooden shoes, so that she could not go outdoors. She laughed softly when she thought of the stray cat which she had brought into the house and coaxed to drink milk while she, with skilful fingers and a pairof scissors, transformed her smooth fur into a wonderful landscape garden. Short work had made kitty's head slick and shiny, like a lake, with a stray bristle or two, which stood for trees. I0 LITTLE SISTER SNOW In the middle of her back stood Fuji, the great mountain, with numberless little Fujis to keep company. Many winding paths ran down kitty's legs to queer, shapeless shrines, and it was only when Yuki Chan had insisted on making a curious old pine-tree with twisted limbs of kitty's short and stubby tail that trouble ensued, and she had been requested by her mother to take her honorable little body to the garden. Yuki Chan remembered her mother's beautiful smile of love as she gently chided her, and recalled the note of trouble in the kind voice. Was the mother sorry because she had stuck out a very pink tongue at a cross-eyed old image that sat on the floor on the II LITTLE SISTER SNOW very spot that she wanted to step upon Or was it-and Yuki Chan grew grave -that the last go rint had been spent for the newv dress she was to wear that day All her short life Yuki Chan had lived in a house of love, but no veil of affection, no sacrifice, could shield her from the knowledge of poverty. She had never seen her mother wear but one festival dress, yet her own little kimono was ever bright and dainty, and even the new brocade of the dolls' dresses stood alone with the weave of gold and tinsel. A solemn thought, like a pebble dropped into water, caused circle after circle to trouble her childish mind. She did not quite understand, but she I2 LITTLE SISTER SNOW knew there was something she must learn. She had been naughty and wveighed her mother's spirits. She had caused a grave look in her father's kind eyes, and had sent the household pets scattering with her mischief. Now she must be good- very good-else the fox spirit would come upon her, and she would go through life an unhappy soul. She would give more obedience to the honorable mother, whose every word had been a caress. It was as if for the first time the great book of life opened before her and, though uncon- scious of its meaning, the first word she saw spelled Duty. The noises from the house grew fainter. The child, with blinking eyes, lay gazing straight above her. Over- 13 LITTLE SISTER SNOWS head the branches overflowed into a canopy of crimson, which shut out the great real world and opened into a fairy world wherein only the untried feet of youth may tread and the fragile flowers of child-dreams bloom. The gates thereto are slight but strong, and only knowledge erects an impassable barrier. The wind sang its lullaby through the blossoms of the tree, and sleep would soon have overtaken Yuki Chan had not a peculiar sound aroused her and caused her eyes to fly wide open. Once before she had heard it, and it had meant death to the big robin who lived in the branches above. The cry came from the mother bird this time and brought Yuki Chan to her feet. '4 LITTLE SISTER S N'O Through the shower of blossoms, brought down by the mad fluttering of wings, she saw a tiny half-feathered thing struggling in the sharp claws of her lately acquired pet. WVith certainty of success, the cat let its victim weakly flutter an inch or two away, then reaching out a cruel paw drew it back. Twice repeated, the green eyes nar- rowed to slits, and Yuki Chan, horri- fied, saw big red drops slowly dripping from either side of the whiskered mouth. Terror held her for a moment as she heard the crunching of small bones, then white passion enveloped her as she stole noiselessly from behind and closed her two small hands around the furry throat. "Baka! " she cried from between her I5 LITTLE SISTER SNOW clenched teeth. "Baka-to eat the baby birds! This day still I ask Oni to make you into a stone, which every foot will kick and hurt, and you can neither move nor cry. You cruel, cruel beast!" In vain the cat strug- gled. Yuki Chan held it firmly at arm's-length while she decided what was to be its fate. Looking sternly at the offender, her lips rounded into a long-drawn "s-o," the light of anticipated revenge danced in her eyes. At last she knew what to do, 0 most honorable but very ugly cat! She would throw her into the ditch, where great crawling frogs with popping eyes would stick out long tongues; where flying things would sting, and creeping things would bite; i6 SHE WOIJLD THROW HFR INTO THF. DITCI-I I I i , I II I I This page in the original text is blank. LITTLE SISTER SNOWV where the great tide would come later and take her out to the big, big ocean, where there was neither milk to drink nor birds to eat. At the thought of her furry play- mate floating alone and hungry in the vast place which, to Xuki Chan, had neither beginning nor end, something- of pity touched her heart, and she- slightly loosened her grasp. The cat gained a good breath and used it. In the fight for freedom a sharp claw w as drawn dowsn the child's arm, leaving a line of red in its. course. Compassion took flight, and Yuki Chan, clutching anew, went swiftly down the path that led to the street, with a watchful eve on the lodge of the keeper of the gate. I9 LITTLE SISTER SNOWT The keeper was very old, and very cross, and lately had acquired a curi- ous idea that little girls must ask his honorable permission to go in and out the gate. One day he actually threat- ened punishment, and Yuki Chan, in her scorn, invited him to cut off his head with a sword, that he might save his face. Now the way was clear. She turned her head and bumped her small body against the weight of the heavy gates until they swung slightly apart and permitted her to slip through. So intent was her purpose to reach the ditch across the street that she did not see an approaching jinrikisha, and before she knew it she had been tum- 20 LITTLE SISTER SNOWV bled over and sent rolling to the side of the road. Still clutching the kitten, she sat up and rubbed the dust from her eyes. Standing over her was the jinriki- sha man, and beside him was his pas- senger, a young American boy, whose light hair and blue eyes held her spell- bound. He was brushing the dust from her kimono, and his foreign tongue made strange sounds. "Say, kid," the boy was saying, as he transferred the dust from his hands to his handkerchief, "glad you 're not hurt or got any bones cracked. M Vhere 's your mama, or your papa, or your nurse, to give you a spanking and keep you off the street " As he talked Yuki Chan grew fas- 2 21 LITTLE SISTER SNOW cinated watching his mouth, and for- got, for a moment, her direful inten- tion. The cat, again taking advan- tage of her relaxed hold, began to tug for freedom, and a lively struggle en- sued. The boy, looking on, began to laugh, a laugh that began in his eyes, ran over his face and down into his throat, whence it came again in a shout of boyish merriment. Yuki Chan, looking from him to the smiling jinrikisha man, grew crimson with anger. With a swift movement she ran toward the ditch. Divining her purpose by the look in her eyes, Dick Merrit went gallantly to the rescue of the kitten. He was tall for his sixteen years, and his long 22 LITTLE SISTER SNOW strides more than matched the patter- ing steps of the slip of a girl who raced before him. "No, you don t, kiddie," he cried; "y'our manicured cat is not going into the ditch, if we have to scrap for it." Mlerrit caught Yuki Chan in one arm, and again and again loosened her fingers from the struggling kitten. "Iya, Iya!" the child screamed; but Merrit, as determined as she, held her firmly, and ended by lightly slap- ping first one little hand and then the other. The child, thus coming into contact for the first time with physical force, relaxed her grasp and gazed in amaze- ment at the boy's determined face. "I guess your 'Iya' means no, little 23 LITTLE SISTER SNOWV lady, and I say 'Iya' too," said -Merrit. taking the cat into his arms and smoothing its uneven back. "You are not going to put it into the ditch. Wkhy don't you give it to me I am getting up a collection of cats and things at the school, and I 'd like to take this queer specimen along. Ask her if I can have it." The jinrikisha man, who stood a smiling spectator, saw Dick M'errit's hand move toward his pocket, and was instantly alert and eager to settle the matter. "Him ve'y bad girl," he said; "him make dead for catty. You give me ten sen, I take girl homely. You have much of catty." But Dick declined all interference, 24 LITTLE SISTER SNOW and putting the cat inside his coat he stooped down and took one of Yuki Chan's unresisting hands. Her sleeve fell back, and he saw the long red scratch. "Hello! The cat had an inning too, did n't she I 'd like to chuck her for hurting you, but I can't let you give her a bath in that dirty hole. Never mind, I '11 take her home, and some day I '11 bring you something. I bet you don't understand. a word I 'm saying, but I '11 be hanged if I know how to make you." Feeling rather helpless, Dick talked on, patting first Yuki Chan and then the cat. The child stood speechless and looked deep into his eyes, not having 25 LITTLE SISTER SNOW entirely recovered from the shock of the first blow she had ever received. "You '11 be good, won't you" he went on coaxingly, "not drown any more cats and things " Yuki Chan, with the intuition that only a child can have, suddenly bridged the gulf of strange language and understood. With the quick move- ment of a nestling bird, she bent for- ward and laidher cheek against the boy's shoulder. It was not only complete sur- render, but allegiance to the conqueror. Dick rose, red and confused. Then he climbed into the jinrikisha, trying to ignore the smiles of the man. Yuki Chan, with her hands joined just below her sash, bent her body like a half-shut jack-knife. 26 LITTLE SISTER SNOW "Arigato-arigato," she said po- litely, as she bowed again and again. "Him say t'ank you," interpreted the jinrikisha man. "Good-by," called Dick. "Don't for- get-be good !" Yuki Chan watched the back of the jinrikisha and the swinging brown legs of the jinrikisha man that showed beneath. She had forgotten the cat, but she still remembered the kind look in the blue eyes of the boy. "Yuki, Yuki !" came the voice of the mother in her native tongue. "Come, the feast is prepared, and the sandals are worn from my feet running to seek you. Hurry! before the red beans grow cold." The child sent a long-drawn "Hei" 27 LITTLE SISTER SNOW in answer to her mother, then to her- self she said over and over: "Be goodu-be goodu." She had heard the words a few times before, but they were associated with her visits to the mission-school and a certain oblong box out of which came sticks of red and white with a very sweet taste. Now, as she said them, a new meaning seemed to play about them. She slipped through the gate and walked with unhurried feet toward the small house, so gay in its festal plu- mage. As she passed the old plum-tree she looked up and saw the mother bird cuddling her babies beneath her breast. Some tender thought lighted the child's face into a strange beauty, as a 28 LITTLE SISTER SNOW stray sunbeam finds a hidden flower and glorifies it. Turning her face up- ward to the nest, she patted her own cheek and said: "Be goodu, Yuki, be goodu." 29 CHAPTER II IN the springtime a Japanese house is a fairy-like thing, wvith only top and bottom of straw and a few uphold- ing posts to give it a look of substance. Yuki Chan's house was typical. The paper screens were carefully put away during the day, that the breezes might play unobstructed through the house. At night the heavy wooden doors were fitted into grooves and served not only to keep out the night air, but also the evil spirits that come abroad when the great sun ceases watching. Binding the whole was a narrow 30 LITTLE SISTER SNOW porch, showing a floor polished like a mirror from the slipping and sliding of generations of feet. Yuki Chan first learned to know her face in its reflec- tions and, alas! by the same method had learned the saucy fascination of sticking out her small pink tongue. On the side of the porch toward the plum-tree the child found her father and mother waiting. The two old peo- ple sat on gay cushions with hands folded and feet crossed. Their festal attire bore the marks of a once careless luxury, but now shabbiness tried to hide itself under the bravery of tinsel, where once had been pure gold. Each year the struggle of obsolete methods of business and the intricacies of progress plowed the furrows a little 3' LITTLE SISTER SNOW deeper in the man's face, and when his eves, that in youth had blazed with am- bition, grew wistful and troubled, he dropped them that his wife might not see. But what silence could hide from this frail woman any mood of the man she had served with mind and body and soul these many years When she came to him as a shy bride on trial, she knew no such word as love. Duty was her entire vocabulary, and she asked nothing and gave all. Many little souls had come to her, with hands all crimped and pink, like new-blown cherry-leaves, only to close their eyes and pass out to the good god Jizo, who is always waiting to help lit- tle children across the river of death. 32 THE TWO OLD PEOPLE Is This page in the original text is blank. LITTLE SISTER SNOW In years gone by, night after night sleep had flown before the terror that another woman would be brought into the house that the family name might not die out. Silently she Would slip out to the little shrine and pour out pas- sionate words of prayer that just one little soul might be permitted to live. No matter how long the night, nor how bitter the struggle, morning al- ways found her bright and cheerful. bending every effort to invent news di- versions for her husband. She labored to anticipate every wish, and even though she did without, she provided him the best of comfort. \Vorking far into the night, secretly disposing of her small personal treasures, acquies- cing in his most trivial statements, she 35 LiTTLE SISTER SNOW planned that no slightest gap in the do- mestic arrangement should suggest it- self to him. The woman worked and prayed and waited. Then she triumphed. In the wake of a great snow-storm came the longed-for child, and they called her Yuki, after the snow that had brought them their wish. Hand in hand with Yuki Chan came love, and bound the hearts of the man and woman with ties of a desire fulfilled. From that time to this love had prevailed, and as Yuki Chan climbed on the porch, besmirch- ing its shining surface with her muddy little feet, that had been guiltless of sandals all day, the faces of the two old people lighted up with sudden joy. Yuki Chan looked ruefully at the 36 LITTLE SISTER SNOW muddy prints she had made and real- ized that she had been a most impolite little girl. Remembering her recent resolve, she sought the eves in which she had never seen any light for her save that of love. She drew close, and reaching down took her mother's hand, hard and cracked by labor, and laying her cheek against it said, with a voice sure of forgiveness and sweet desire for atonement: "Go men nasai." The mother, with a courtly but play- ful air, granted her pardon with a low salutation. Then with a rush of affec- tion that no convention could stem, she folded the child to her heart and lived another moment of supreme joy. The father sat by, making no com- 37 LITTLE SISTER SN\ OWN ment, his eyes bright and twinkling. Then hie suggested that their AMajes- ties, the dolls, had been waiting long on the shelf. WVas it not time they were receiving a visit The years of toil wxere telling on both father and mother, but they daily refreshed themselves at the overbrim- ming fountain of Yuki Chan's youth, and now, as they each took one of her hands to go in to see the dolls, they were so gay that the child suggested that instead of walking they should do the new one-two-three-hop she had learned at the kindergarten. It was unheard-of conduct, but it was for Yuki Chan, and father and mother stumped along, cheered on by the small girl who was trying to keep 38 LITTLE SISTER SNOW time, but was breathless through sheer excess of happiness. There was nothing in the room to impede their progress. N o chairs with treacherous legs to trip over, no beds, nor tables with sharp corners-noth- ing whatever but the matting, soft and thick, where Yuki Chan had practised all the gymnastics of childhood un- bruised and unharmed. Half skipping, half hopping, and wholly undone with laughter and ex- ertion, the three at last reached the place where, for six years, offerings had been made for the gift of the child who stood to these two for love. Arranged in the best room in the house, on five long red-covered shelves, were dolls. Big dolls and little dolls, 3 39 LITTLE SISTER SNOW thin ones and fat ones, each one to rep- resent some royal man or woman of the long ago, and dressed in a fashion of a time almost forgotten. There was Jimmu Tenn5, the first real emperor. His hair was done in a curious fashion and his dress was of a wonderful brocade, while his hands clasped two fierce-looking swords. There was jing5, too, who had won fame and last- ing honor by her wonderful fighting, and was so great she had to sit by the emperors and look down on the other empresses. Such a lot of them! Some worthy to be remembered every day in the year, others the more quickly for- gotten the better. Yuki Chan knew them all by heart, and she lingered before those she liked 40 LITTLE SISTER SNOW and quickly passed those she did not care for. She could not be rude to an emperor, even though he had been dead hundreds of years. She was really not very afraid of the greatness of the old doll men and women who sat on the shelf, still it was well to be care- ful about handling them. She might be turned into a lizard or a snake, just as the old lodge-keeper had said. But her delight was in the miniature toilet articles of solid silver, costly gold lacquer, and porcelain, so tiny, so beau- tifully carved they must have meant the eyesight of some workman, only too glad to shut out the sunlight for- ever if he might produce just one per- fect thing. The things, however, that made 4' LITTLE SISTER SNON\V Yuki Chan clap her hands and the nesting birds perk up their heads at the sound of her clear, sweet laugh were the funny little lacquer carts in which the royalty was supposed to ride, drawn by impossible fat bullocks, so bow-legged that their curves formed a big round 0. Yuki Chan made her red lips into the same shape, and called her mother to look. She pretended to feed the dolls with real food and wine, and actually plaved with the five court musicians, because they were partly servants and it did not matter. Her tongue ran in ceaseless chatter. Her father and mother hovered around her, repeating the history of all those wonderful people. Yuki Chan 42 LITTLE SISTER SNOW listened very little, so concerned was she with her own comments, until she happened to see an anxious look creep into her mother's eyes. It was some- thing every little girl must know, and if Yuki Chan's honorable ears refused to open, how would she learn Then Yuki Chan nestled close, and gave lit- tle pats of love and tried to listen. THE shadows of the bamboo grew long and slim as the sun kissed them good night. The sails skimmed home- ward on a silver sea as the west cov- ered its rosy pink in a veil of deepest blue. The young birds in the old plum- tree did not stir at the loving touch of the mother who, with a soft bill, searched and sought for the lost one. 43 LITTLE SISTER SNOW The plum-blossoms lingered yet for a night as the air had grown chill. Within the house Yuki Chan, still dressed, lay on the floor, weary with the wonders of the day. Her mother took from a small inclosure beneath a shelf many soft comforts with which she arranged the child's bed. Yuki Chan, talking all the time in a low monotone, tried to unravel a tangle in her mind of birds and cats and dolls. It was all getting unmanageable and very hazy, when her mother gathered her into her arms, and quickly casting aside her two garments laid her gently in a bath of caressing warmth. A mo- ment more and the little maiden lay like a rose-leaf in her bed. The night-lamp made shadowy 44 LITTLE SISTER SNOW ghosts of all it touched, and one gleam of light, escaping the paper shade, hung like an aureole above the head of Yuki Chan's mother as she knelt with clasped hands before the Buddha on the shelf. Her moving lips had only one re- frain: "The child, the child, the child." Yuki Chan watched the play of the light in the half-dark room. What funny things those shadows made, and, strangely enough, one more wonderful than all the rest grew into the shape of the boy, and his lips were saying, "Be good." Then Yuki Chan lost herself in a mist of drowsiness, and her mother sat by, and kept time with her hand as she chanted rather than sang: 45 LITTLE SISTER SNOW "Sleep, little one, sleep. The sparrows are nodding. Beneath the deep willow-trees The night-lamp is burning. Thy mother is watching, Sleep, little one, sleep." 46 CHAPTER III Ce ELVE times had the plum-tree I scattered its petals to the wind, and Yuki San' had passed from child- hood into girlhood, and had already touched the border of that grave land of grown-up, where all the worries lie. For though she was apparently only a larger edition of the spoiled, impulsive happy child of old, yet often her eyes were shadowed with the struggle of shielding her aging father and mother from the poverty that was coming closer day by day. 1 The honorific Chan, used only in childhood, is changed to San in later years. 47 LITTLE SISTER SNOW During the three years she had been gaining her education at the English mission-school, they had toiled unceas- ingly that she might have the best the country could afford, but now that she had returned after her long struggle with a strange language andl a strange people, it was but fitting that she should take up her duties as the daugh- ter of an impoverished family of high rank. The father, grown old and fee- ble, gave up the battle for existence, and being a devout Buddhist, turned his thoughts upon Nirvana, which he strove diligently to enter by perpetual meditation and prayer. The mother, used to guidance and unable to think or plan for herself, turned helplessly to Yuki San. 48 LITTLE SISTER SNOW The duties were heavy for girlish shoulders, and often as the dawn crept over the mountains it found the girl wide-eyed and still, trying to solve the problem of modest demand and mea- ger supply. She had learned many things at the mission-school. She could read and write English imperfectly, she could recite the multiplication table faster than any one else, she could perform the most intricate figures in physical culture, and if she had infinite time she could play three hymns on the organ. These varied accomplishments, how- ever, seemed of little assistance in showing her how to stretch her fa- ther's small pension beyond the barest necessities of the household. Tales 49 LITTLE SISTER SNOW had been told her of a great land, far beyond her sea-bound home, where women of the highest birth went out to work in the busy world. How she had marveled at their boldness and wondered at the customs that would permit it! Now she half envied them their freedom, and sighed over the iron-bound etiquette that for- bade a departure from her father's roof save for the inevitable end of all Japanese women-a prearranged marriage. It was for this she had been so care- fully trained in all phases of house- keeping, and in all the intricacies of so- cial life. Her education from birth had been with a view of making smooth the path of her future husband 50 LITTLE SISTER SNOW that his home might be peaceful and he untroubled. Each day as the burden grewv heav- ier she fought her battle with the brav- cry and courage of youth. With jests and chatter she served her parents' simple meals, constantly urging them to further indulgence of what she pre- tended was a great feast, but which in reality she had secretly sacrificed some household treasure to obtain. She deftly turned the rice-bucket as she served, that they might not see the scant supply. With great ceremony she poured the hot water into the bowls, insisting that no other sake was made such as this. Her determination to keep them happy and ignorant of the true conditions taxed her every re- 5S LITTLE SISTER SNOW source, but it was her duty, and duty to Yuki San was the only religion of which she was sure. But one day a great event happened in the little home. Yuki San was called before her father and told, in ceremonious language, that a marriage had been arranged for her with Saito San, a wealthy officer in the Emperor's household. She laid her head upon the mats and gave thanks to the gods. Now her father and mother would live in luxury for the rest of their lives! Saito San was to her onlv a far- away, shadowy being, whom she was to obey for the rest of her life and whose house she was to keep in order. He was a means to an end, and entered into her thoughts merely as one to 52 a CA r- ;; rnl :: E This page in the original text is blank. LITTLE SISTER SNOW whom she was deeply grateful. Youth and all its joys were strong within her, and the pressure of poverty gone, her whole nature rebounded with delight. Many times had marriage been pro- posed for her, for the story of her beauty and obedience had spread. but her father guarded his treasure zeal- ously, and it was not until an offer came, suiting his former rank and con- dition, that he gave his consent. Now, when he saw the happy light in the eyes of his child, and saw the color come into her cheeks, lhe laid his hands upon her head and blessed her. When Yuki San was by herself she clapped her hands joyfully. "I make happy like 'Merican," she whispered. "Hooray, hooray! now my trouble- 55 LITTLE SISTER SNOW some make absence," and she hurried away to put a thank-offering before the household god. Having arranged all preliminaries and instructed the mother to sell everv household treasure that his child's clothes might do honor to the rich man's house, the father went back once more to his pipe and his dreams. Yuki San and her mother were up with the sun, sewing and embroider- ing, and going about their daily task with zest and song. The past trials were forgotten and the future not con- sidered. One morning, not many weeks after the marriage had been arranged, Yuki San heard the call of the Yiibin San, and running out to meet him, received 56 LITTLE SISTER S.NOWN a strange-looking letter. The envelope was white and square, and straight across the middle, in very plain Eng- lish, was her name and address. Puz- zled, she turned it over and over, then broke the seal. The picture of the big hotel at the top of the sheet was so distracting that for a time she could get no further, but a word here and there and the signa- ture at the end finally made her cry out with delight and surprise. "Oh! it 's from that funnv liT boy what gave spank to my hands long time ago. He want to come to my house for stay. Listen." There was no one to listen but her own happy self, and lying flat upon the floor she propped her glowving face 4 57 LITTLE SISTER SNOW between her palms, while she read aloud from the letter spread before her: YOKOHAMA. Mliss YuKI INOUYE- Dcar M1iss Imzoiye: I wonder if you re- member an American boy with whom yon had an encounter in your very early days, because he dared to thwart your plans con- cerning a cat I remember it very well, and the jolly picnics and excursions that you and my mother and I took together afterward. I hope you have not forgotten me, for I am going to claim the privilege of the con- queror in that old battle and ask a favor of vou. 'My Government has sent me out to your country on some important business, and finding there was no hotel close to my work, I wrote to the school where my mother and I visited twelve years ago, and asked them to recommend a family that 58 LITTLE SISTER SNOW would be good enough to take me in for two months. Strangely enough your father's name was suggested, and when I read that the only daughter both spoke and wrote English, and that her name wd as Yuki San, my mind flew back to my "Little Sis- ter Snow" of the days gone by. Could your father manage to accommo- date me for a couple of months, if I prom- ise to be very good and take up as little room as possible If you think he can, please wire me here at Yokohama, and I '11 come straight down. Hoping to see you very soon, I am Your old friend, RICHARD MELTON MERRIT. Yuki San turned the letter this way and that, and vainly tried to deci- pher the strange words. It was un- doubtedly English, but not the English 59 LITTLE SISTER SNOW she was used to. She ran for her small dictionary and diligently searched out the meaning of each phrase. Yes, she remembered the boy-he had light hair, and blue eves that laughed, and he was a big, big boy and carried her on his shoulder. She sat with the folded letter clasped carefully in her hands and gave her- self up to joyous anticipation. A for- eign guest was coming to stay two whole months in her house; after that she was to be married and wear her beautiful kimono, and give rich gifts to her father and mother. Surely Buddha was caring for her! There had been grave moments of doubt about it since she left the mis- sion-school, for he had never seemed to 6o LITTLE SISTER SNOW listen, though she prayed him night and day. But he had been only wait- ing to send all her happiness at once- he was a good god, kind and thought- ful. To-morrow, before the sun touched the big pine-tree, on the moun- tain-top, she would go to the temple and tell him so. Yuki San's plans found favor with her parents, chiefly because of their great desire to give her pleasure, and incidentally because the board of the foreigner would swell the fund that was needed for her marriage. The plighted maid to them was al- ready the wife, and the danger of a youthful heart defying tradition and clearing the bars of conventionality to reach its own desire was something un- 6i LITTLE SISTER SNOW known to these simple people. The child wished the foreigner to come- they could give her few pleasures- she should have her desire. The sending of the telegram was the first exciting thing to be attended to. Five times Yuki San rewrote the short message, finding her fingers less deft than her tongue in framing an English sentence. Gravely and with effort she wrote: "I give you all my house. Your lovely friend, Yuki." But she shook her head over this and tried again: "You have the welcome of my heart. Yuki." This, too, fell short of her ideal, so 62 LITTLE SISTER SNOW she decided to send simply two words of which she was quite sure: "Please come." The days that followed were crowded with busy preparation. The difficulty of providing the ease and comfort that the presence of so honor- able a guest demanded taxed to the ut- most Yuki San's resourceful nature. Gaily she set her wits and fingers to work-placing a heavy brass hibachli over a black scorch in the matting, fit- ting new rice-paper into the small wooden squares of the slhoji, and hang- ing kakeotion over the ugly holes made by the missing plaster in the wall. From one part of the house to an- other she flitted, laughing and work- 63 LITTLE SISTER SNOW ing, while the old garden echoed her happiness and overflowed with blos- som and song. On the day of Merrit's expected ar- rival, when the last flower had been put in the vases, and the last speck of dust flecked from the matting, Yuki San's keen eyes detected a torn place in the paper door which separated the guest- chamber from the narrow hall. A puzzled little frown drew her black brows together, but it soon fled before her smile. "Ah !" she cried, "idea come quickly! I write picture of bamboo on teared place." With paint and brush she fell to work, and beneath her skilful fingers the ugly tear disappeared in a forest of 64 WITH PAINT AND BRUSH SHE FELL TO WORK This page in the original text is blank. LITTLE SISTER SNOW slender take which stretched away to the foot of a snow-capped mountain. With a last touch she sank back on her heels and viewed her work with deep satisfaction. "All finished," she said, opening wide her arms; "no more to do now but wait for that time 'Meri- can sensei call jollyful !" A laugh behind her made her turn her head quickly, and there in the door- way stood a tall foreigner, with out- stretched hand of welcome. Hand-shaking was an unknown art with Yuki San, so after one startled upward glance she touched her head to the floor in gracious courtesy. All her gay spirits and freedom of speech vanished, and she was instantly enveloped in a mist of shyness and re- 67 LITTLE SISTER SNOW serve that Merrit's direct look did not serve to lessen. With lowered eyes, she ushered him into the larger living-room, andbade him be seated and accept all the hospitality her father's poor house could give. After a long and tiresome journey Merrit found something inexpressibly charming in the quiet, picturesque place, and in the silent young girl who sat so demurely in the shadow. He tactfully ignored her timidity by talk- ing cheerful nonsense about imper- sonal things, treating her as a bashful child who wanted to be friends but hardly dared. As he talked Yuki San gained cour- age, and ventured many curious glances at the broad-shouldered young fellow, 68 LITTLE SISTER SNOW whose figure seemed completely to fill the room. At first she saw only a strange foreigner, but gradually, as she watched his face and listened to his un- familiar speech, she discovered a long- lost playmate. Through all the years that she had struggled for an education at the mis- sion-school, English had been invari- ably associated with a tall, awkward, foreign boy, whose mouth made funny curves and whose eyes laughed when he made strange sounds. How big and splendid and handsome he had grown! How different his clothes from any she had ever seen before! How white his long hands, whose strong, firm touch she remembered so well! She looked and looked again, drinking in the tones 69 LITTLE SISTER SNOW of his deep voice, till the throbbing of her heart sent a flood of crimson to her cheeks. But gradually her shyness wore away, and when Merrit asked her how in the world he was to conduct his busi- ness with so few Japanese words at his command, she ventured to answer: "I know; I give you the teach of Nippon, you give me the wise of dat funny 'Merican tongue." "That 's a go !" said Dick, as he held out his hand to close the bargain. But the girl drew back, troubled. "No, no, you no go! You stay. I give you all my intellect of Nippon speech. Please!" and she looked up pleadingly. Merrit laughed outright. 70 LITTLE SISTER SNOWV "That 's all right, Yuki San; I am going to stay, and we will begin school in the morning." By this time the mother and father had learned of the guest's arrival and hurried in to bid him welcome. The unpacking of his steamer-trunk and the disposal of his possessions in his small apartment was a matter of in- terest to the whole family. Each arti- cle was politely examined and ex- claimed over, and when Merrit dress out a package of photographs and showed them his home and family and friends, the excitement became intense. That night Yuki San lay once more on her soft fiton and watched the shadow of the night-lamp play upon the screens. Nothing was changed in 71 LITTLE SISTER SNOW the homely room since she had lain there in her babyhood: the same little lamp, the same little Buddha on the shelf looking at her with inscrutable eyes. Yuki San stirred restlessly. "Dat most nice girl in picture," she said to herself. "Him make marry with dat girl, he say." Then she added incon- sequently, with a sigh, "I much hope Saito San go to war for long, long time." 72 CHAPTER IVr FOR two halcyon months Yuki San lived in a dream. The ample compensation SMerrit insisted upon making for the hospitality extended to him more than met the modest needs of the little household, and once again, as in the earlier days, they wvent on jolly excursions, visited ancient tem- ples, and picnicked under the shadow of the torii. The father and mother always trotted close behind, and Yuki San, vastly pleased with her ability, gaily translated the speeches from one to another. She talked incessantly, laughing over her own mistakes, and 73 LITTLE SISTER SNOW growing prettier and more winsome every day. Merrit was glad to fill his leisure time in such pleasant companionship. Yuki San was the same little bundle of charm he remembered of old, with her innocence untouched, and a heart whose depths had never yet been stirred. He teased her, and taught her, and played with her, as he would have played with a merry child. Naturally gentle and affectionate, he uncon- sciously swept Yuki San to the border- land of that golden world where to awaken alone is agony. One morning, when the heavy mists of the valley lay in masses of pink against the deeper purple of the moun- 74 LITTLE SISTER SNOWI- tain, and his Highness, the sun, his face flushed from his long climb, was sending his first glances over the sunny peaks of Fuji-yama, Yuki San arose, after a sleepless night, and faced the morning with sorrowful eyes. "You ve'y lazy, Mister Sun, this morning," she said, shaking a finger at him in reproof; "where you the have been Why you not come the more early and make light for my busy " She tied the long sleeves of her bright kimono out of her way, and twisting a bit of cloth about her head, fell to dusting the shoji and setting the small room in order. "I must the hurry," she said, as she kept up her brisk dusting. "I make the 5 75 LITTLE SISTER SNOW food so quick as that Robin San steal berry for his babies. To-day him one big, big day, but him no glad day. Merrit San go away." She paused in her work, and a look of pain darkened her eyes, but she shook her head re- proachfully. "Ah, Yuki San, you make sorry voice and your heart is thinking tears. You naughty girl! Quick you make the fire to rise in hibachi and give that Merrit San his gohan-same thing what that funny 'Merica call break- fast." After the steam had begun to rise from the vessels on several hibachi, Yuki San, flushed by her exertions, rested upon her heels before the door that led into the garden. As she 76 AT THE SLIGHTEST SOUND SHE LISTENED This page in the original text is blank. LITTLE SISTER SNOW fanned her flushed face with her sleeve, she glanced again and again toward the narrow stairway that led to the chamber above, and at the slightest sound she listened in smiling expec- tancy. From outside the wall came the gen- tle slip-slap of the water against the sampan, and the cheerful banter of the owners as they made ready for the work of the day. Circling the garden, the fern-like maples made a note of vivid crimson. amid the feathery green of the bam- boo. Every feature of the place was, closely associated with her short happy life. She had learned to walk on the soft sandy paths, she had spelled out her first characters on the old stone. 79 LITTLE SISTER SNOW lantern. She had whispered her se- crets to the broken-nosed image of Kwannon, who sat in the shadow of the pines, and there under the plum- tree she had caught the naughty kitten that first brought her and Merrit San together. As she sat, with folded hands, and watched the sunshine on the dewy leaves and flowers, her intense, rest- less, vivacious body relaxed in sudden languor and her soft mouth drooped in wistfulness. A splash in the pool below attracted her, and looking down she saw the gleaming bodies of the goldfish as they leaped into the air. Instantly she was all life and volubility. "Yuki San one big bad girl; she no so LITTLE SISTER SNOW remember li'l fish. They always like hungry baby San in early morning. I make fast to fill big hole inside-ve'v li'l outside." Slipping her half-stockinged feet out of her straw house-shoes, she stepped into her wooden geta, and passing a shelf, filled her hands with round rice-cakes. The edge of the water turned to gold as the fish crowded close. Yuki San scattered the crumbs and stood watching the wriggling mass for a moment, then said: "You ve'y greedy li'l fish. I never no can fill your bodies. Now I get flower for Mkerrit San's breakfast." She made her way over the flat mossy stones, passed the miniature Si LITTLE SISTER SNOW Fuji where dwelt the spirit of the won- drous "Lady who made the flowers to bloom." She paused before the gor- geous chrysanthemums and looked long at the morning-glories, with their tender tints of dawn. But at last she spied on a rose-bush, set apart from the rest, a single white rose with a heart of red. With a little cry of satisfaction, she thrust her hands among the thorns to pluck it. The rebound of the bush sent fluttering to her feet a brilliant purple butterfly. Tender to all living things, Yuki San dropped quickly to her knees and folded the half-chilled creature be- tween the palms of her warm hands. "Ah, Cho Cho San," she said, "the day of yesterday you so big and strong. 82 LITTLE SISTER SNOWER The morning of to-day you have the weakness of cold body. That Jack Floss him ve'y naughty boy !" She put her moist red lips to her folded palms and the warmth of her breath stirred to action the gauzy crea- ture she held captive. "You no must kick, Cho Cho San! Have the patience. I make you warm, I give you one more day of happy." Yuki San's wooden shoes sent a sharp click into the quiet morning air as she quickly crossed the arched bridge and followed the path to the stone image beyond the pool. With a touch as soft as the wings she held, the girl lightly balanced the now thor- oughly warmed butterfly on the broad forehead of the Goddess of Mercy. 83 LITTLE SISTER SNOW In sharp contrast to the spirit of the scene came the clear, rollicking strains of an American air, whistled by some one coming down the steps. For a moment Yuki San stood mo- tionless, pressing her lips softly to the rose she held. Then, with a swift pit- ter-patter, she ran back to the house. "The top of the morning to the hon- orable Miss Snow," said Merrit, who quite filled the doorway. Not willing to be surpassed in salu- tation, Yuki San laid a hand on each knee, and bending her back at right angles, replied with mock gravity: "Ohayo Gozaimasu-Kyo wa yoi 0 tenki." Merrit knew she had him at a disad- vantage in her own language, but, al- 84 NOT WILLING TO BE SURPASSED IN SALUTATION I1 This page in the original text is blank. LITTLE SISTER S NVOW ways delighted to see the play of her dimples and the soft pink creep into her cheeks when he teased, he stood by her now, big and stern, and growling. "See here, Yuki San, otherwise Miss Snow, you just come off your high stilts of that impossible lingo, and speak nice English suitable for a little boy like me to understand." "Li'l boy like you!" she rippled, "li'l boy like you! Merrit San him so long when he make Japanese bow he come down from top like big bamboo-tree- so !" Putting her hands high above her head, she bent till the tips of her fingers touched the floor. Still bent, she twisted her head till her eyes, bright with laughter, looked straight into Merrit's. 87 LITTLE SISTER SNOW He lifted his eyebrows quizzically. "'See here, Yuki San, you are fast de- veloping the symptoms of a coquette." She quickly straightened her back, and with a smile of bewilderment, ex- claimed: "Me croquette No, no; croquette, him li'l chicken-ball what you eat. I no can be eat !" Merrit shouted with delight, then grew grave. "No, Yuki San, you don't ever want to be a coquette. You want to be your sweet little self, and make a good wife to that handsome soldier Saito, with all his gold braid and dingle-dangles. But what about breakfast You see, my train leaves in an hour. If you don't give me something to fill my hon- 88 LITTLE SISTER SNOW orable insides, I '11 have to eat you, sure enough." In mock fear she quickly brought a low table from an inner room, and with deft hands placed the steaming soup and broiled fish before him. The knife and fork were a concession to Merrit's inability to wield the chop- sticks, and sitting on his heels was Merrit's concession to the inability of the house to provide a chair. "Hello!" he said, picking up a long- stemmed rose, "where did you find this beauty " "I guessed her with my nose," the girl answered. "You know what make her heart so red Long time ago, most beautiful princess love with wrong man. Make Buddha ve'y angly, and 89 LITTLE SISTER SNOWV he turn her body into white rose. But her heart just stay all time red 'cause of beautiful love that was there." "Mv! he 's a fierce old customer, that Buddha of yours," said Merrit. Yuki San paused in the filling of the rice-bowl and looked at him gravely: "Merrit San, do you know God " "Do I know God "' he repeated, with a half-embarrassed laugh. "Yes, Christians' God, what you must love and love, but no never can see till die-time come. You know, Mierrit San " Then, lowering her voice in earnest inquiry, she went on: "You believe that Christians' God more better for Japanese girl than Buddha " For a moment Merrit felt the hot 90 LITTLE SISTER SNOW blood of confusion rise to his temples. The role of spiritual adviser was a new and somewhat embarrassing one. Struggling for expression, he floun- dered hopelessly. "I-I-I guess I don't know very much about it. But there 's one sure tip, Yuki San, the Christians' God is all right. You can't lose out if you pin to him." He stammered like a foolish schoolboy, but struggled bravely on: "WNhen things get pretty thick and you 've struck bottom, that 's the time vou find out. I know. I 've been there. More 's the pity I don't remem- ber it oftener !" "And you think him more better for me" asked Yuki San, still perplexed. "You bet I do!" said Merrit with 9I LITTLE SISTER SNOW conviction. "Take my word for it and don't forget." "I no forget," she said. A sliding of the screen and a call from the court-yard announced the ar- rival of the jinrikisha men, who had come for the baggage. Merrit thrust back his half-finished breakfast. "By Jove! I 'd most forgotten this is my last meal with you. Just to think all that tiresome old government con- tract is finished and I '11 soon be on my way to the other side !" "You want to see other side" she asked. "Mama San not there no more." Then seeing his face darken, she laid a quick hand of sympathy on his. "I have the sorrowful for you," 92 LITTLE SISTER SNOW she said earnestly, then went on has- tily: "That other side! Yes, I know that most beautiful 'Merica. 'Most big ship in the ws orld come rolling into Hatoba. 'Merrit San so long and big, stand way out front and see over much people. Then he cry out, 'Herro ! herro!' with glad and much joyful. He see that lovely girl like picture waiting there !" Without pausing for a reply, she- pushed open a door and called in Japa- nese to her father and mother, who- never made their appearance till Mer- rit's breakfast was finished. "Come, make ready to give our guest an honorable departure," she said. In the small courtyard facing the 93 LITTLE SISTER SNOW street the girl found the men, with their jinrikishas and baggage-wagon, waiting to convey Mferrit to the sta- tion. She carefully directed the tying on of the various trunks and bags, and placed the family just where they should stand that the greatest honor might be done the departing guest. As Merrit came out of the little house and reached for his shoes, which stood waiting at the side, Yuki San started toward him, eager to serve him to the last. Merrit motioned her back. "Don't come too near, Yuki San. If you happened to fall into one of those shoes, you 'd be lost for ever and ever, and that big Mr. Saito would be in- viting me to cut off my head." Yuki San laughed and smoothed the 94 LITTLE SISTER SNTTOr cushions in the jinrikisha while she gave minute directions to the jinrikisha men. Merrit made his adieu with high good humor, and so many big words that Yuki San was hard pressed to in- terpret. He invited the family and all their relatives to come to see him in America. When he reached Yuki San he held out his hand. Made shy by the unusual ceremony, she timidly laid a cold and unresponsive little palm in his. He looked down from his height with tender memories of all her gentle courtesies, "Good-by, little snow-girl," he said. "I '11 never forget Japan, nor you." She withdrew her hand and looked inquiringly up at him. "Some long time you come back" 6 95 LITTLE SISTER SNOW Merrit climbed into the jinrikisha "No, Yuki San, you know I '11 soon have a little home of my own to work and care for. I '11 be a busy man for the next few years, so I guess I '11 not come back." As in a dream, Yuki San saw the men adjust their hats and tighten their sashes as they took their places in front of the small vehicle. Mechanically she bowed her farewell with the rest of the family, but she did not join their "Say- onara." She watched the swift moving of the jinrikisha wheels, then she saw Merrit turn at the gate and wave his hat as he joyously called: "Good-by, Yuki San, God bless youl1" 96 "MY HEART BLEED FOR LONELY" 40 This page in the original text is blank. LITTLE SISTER SNOW The girl stood still, her eyes on the empty gate. Like a lonely, hurt child her lip quivered. and she caught it be- tween her teeth to steady it. "Ah, Yuki," cried her mother, "some spirit has wished you harm. A drop of blood rests on your lips." Yuki San drew her hand across her mouth, and lightly answered that maybe a robin had tried to steal a cherry. But to herself she murmured: "AMy heart bleed for lonely. He never come back." 99 CHAPTER V 4 'HE following day a host of ac- cumulated duties and various preparations for the first ceremonious visit of the groom-elect kept Yuki San's hands and mind busy, and if sometimes a sob rose in her throat, or her eyes strayed wistfully from her task, she resolutely refused to let her- self dwell upon the past. The marriage, which had been duti- fully accepted as a matter of course and looked forward to as a financial relief to the entire family, had never held any particular interest for her, I00 LITTLE SISTER SNOW but now even the preparations, which had hitherto excited her interest and enthusiasm, found her listless and in- different. She would be mistress over a great mansion and many servants, and her days were to be spent in arranging for the physical comfort of Saito and the entertainment of his friends. The arrangement had seemed so simple, and so right, and she had been gratified that a desirable husband had been found. But now she could neither understand nor explain to herself her new and strange resistance. She only knew that for the first time in her life there was rebellion against the inevit- able. As she rested her tired body before I0I LITTLE SISTER S'NOW beginning her toilet for the afternoon, she remembered an American teacher at school who had been in love with the man she was soon to marry. She remembered how she had hidden be- hind the trees to see this young teacher run to the gate to meet the postman, and her own failure to see why these letters should bring such joy. She, with other girls, had spent a whole re- cess acting this scene amid peals of laughter. N\owh it all came back to her with new meaning, and it seemed nei- ther strange nor amusing. She leaned her head against the open slhoji and looked out into the gar- den, radiant and beautiful in the high noon of a perfect autumn day. The working world paused in a 102 LITTLE SISTER SNO\V brief sleep and the miusic of the garden was hushed, while the insects sought the shadow of green leaves. Peace was within and without, save in the girls awakening heart. "Ah, Sensei," she murmured through her trembling lips. "Then I make fun for your letter of love. For- give my impolite. Now I the under- standing have." Yuki San chose her toilet for the coming visit with due regard for all convention. There must be no touch of purple-that being the color soonest to fade made it an evil omen. She se- lected an obi of rare brocade, the be- trothal gift of Saito, the great length of which expressed the hope of an en- during marriage. I03 LITTLE SISTER SNOW As she dressed, her mother flitted about her, chatting volubly and in such high spirits that Yuki San's heart was warmed. The elaborate trousseau had caused the little household many a sacrifice, but the joy in the hearts of the old people more than justified them. Presently the clatter of the jinriki- sha in the courtyard announced the ar- rival of the guest. Yuki San heard the long ceremonious greeting of her father. She saw her mother hasten away to do her part and, left alone, she sat with troubled eyes and drooping head. The strange feeling in her heart, one moment of joy and one of pain, bewil- dered and frightened her. No thought I04 SHE BUSIED HERSELF WITH SERVING THE TEA - - - - a v!!-.... . EE This page in the original text is blank. LITTLE SISTER SNOW of evading her duty crossed her mind, but her whole being cried out for a beautiful something she had just found, but which it was futile to hope for in her new life. At the call of her mother, Yuki San silently pushed open the screen and made her low and graceful greeting. Custom forbidding her to take part in the conversation, she busied herself with serving the tea, listening while Saito San recounted various incidents of the picturesque court-life, or told of adventures in the recent wvar. After all the prescribed topics had been discussed and the farewells had been said, Yuki San retained a vague impression of a small, middle-aged nan, waith many miedals on his breast, I07 LITTLE SISTER SNOW who looked at her with kind, unsmil- ing eyes. It was not till after the simple even- ing meal that Yuki San found the chance to slip away to the little upper room which had been Mlerrit's for two months. Nothing there had been touched, for the old mother claimed that to set a room in order too soon after a guest's departure was to sweep out all luck with him. The girl entered and stood, a ghostly image, in the soft and tender light of the great autumn moon as it lay against the paper doors and filled the tiny room. Through the half-light Yuki San saw many touches of the late inmate's personality. A discarded tie hung limply from a hook on the wall, Io8 LITTLE SISTER S-NOW a half-smnoked cigar and a faded white rose lay side by side on the low table. From the garden the sad call of a night-bird, with its oft-repeated wail, seemed to voice her loneliness, and with a sob she sank upon her knees be- side the cot. Long she lav in an aban- donment of grief, beating futile wings against the bars of fate. At last, throwing out her arms, she touched a small object beneath the pillow. Draw- ing it toward her, she took it to the open shloji, and by the bright moon- light she saw a small morocco note- book. She puzzled over the strange figures on the first few pages. but from the small pocket on the back cover she drew forth a picture that neither confused nor surprised. I09 LITTLE SISTER SNOW It was the girl Merrit had told her about-the girl to whom he was going so joyously. It wvas a face full of the gladness of life and love, whose laughing eves looked straight into Yuki San's with such a challenge of friendship and good w1ill that the girl smiled back at the picture and laid it gently against her warm cheek. She sought out each detail of hair and dress as she held it for closer in- spection, then replacing it in the pocket she said softlv: "He have the big, big love for you. You give him the happy. I close my heart about you." On the back.of the book in letters of gold she spelled out the strange word, II0 LITTLE SISTER SNOW "Diary." She puzzled for a moment, then she remembered wsvhere she had seen it before. The voung American teacher had written in just such a book, and when she asked its meaning, the teacher had said it was her best friend, her confidant, to whom she told her secrets. For a moment Yuki San stood with the book it her hand, then she said im- pulsively: "Diary! I make diary, too. I speak my thoughts to you. I tole you all my secrets. Maybe my lonely heart will flew away." I I I CHAPTER VI THE DIARY OF YUKI SAN First Entry ERICAN Sensei say she have M\/l one closest friend in little book. I tell my troublesome to this little book what spells "Diary" in gold letters on back. I make it my closest friend what no never speaks the words of yours when heart overflows with several feelings. I write for Merrit San, but his eyes no must never see. Just my heart speak to his heart in that 'Mer- ican tongue what he understands. Japanese girl very naughty if she II2 LITTLE SISTER SNOW love man. She made for the take care of mnan's mother, man's house. Very bad for Japanese girl to say love when she marry with man. Merrit San say 'AMerican girl speak love with eyes when lips are shame. Japanese girl cover the eve with little curtain when man comes. She no must peep out one little corner. No must see, no must hear, no must speak the love. So I make little book guess my heart each day. The happy days are pass awvay, and the flowers are bloom and birds will return to me again, but where can I find Merrit San How I feel the sorry and the lonesome when I think I can't find him no more in this long island. I no can express my heart with words. I I3 LITTLE SISTER SNOWAT I never the forget of his kindness to me. Big lamp by Merrit San's desk no never burn so bright for me. It make funny little crooked shadow of my' body on shoji. Merrit San's body al- ways make big and strong black pic- ture. I saw it last time big moon look over mountain. I took walk in garden and I thinking this time next moon Merrit San will not be here. Though the lamplight shines through the slioji, still in next month the owner of the light will be different and the ache come into my heart. Whole Japan are changed, and everything I see or hear makes me think of him; but my thoughts of him never, never changed, yet more and "14 LITTLE SISTER S\NOWV more increase and longing for him all time. My heart speak the much word of love for Merrit San. My eves grow shame to say it. Little book, close my secret! Second Entry ALL day many rains come down in garden. He steals flowers' sweetness and damp my heart with lonesome. Last rainy day Merrit San teached me more better English, and he laugh very long when I read the English writing with my Japanese tongue. He say: "Ah, Yuki San, you very funny little girl !" Then I teach him the play of go bait, and he make the pain in his head with the several thoughts how he must If II5 LITTLE SISTER SNOW move the black or white. He try long, long time, then he shake his big feest, and he say: "You 've got me beat, little sister; you 've got me sure." I laugh, but I think much thoughts. I no hurt Merrit San with beat, and girl with much laugh in her eyes have got him for surely. I no understand that funny 'Merican tongue. Merrit San so many time call me lit- tle sister, and he say my soul all white like my name. What is my soul Ah, that same spirit what leave my body and go out 'cross that many seas to safe Merrit San's journey. I keep that soul all purely and white all of because Merrit San call me Little Sister Snow. One day I take Merrit San with me to very old temple. Sun, him so bright iI6 LITTLE SISTER SNOW he make all leaves to dance with glad. Green lizard take sleep on stone step while big honey-bee sing song. All things have the joyful, and may feets just touch earth with lightsome. I go inside temple and say one very little pray to Amida, for I have the hurry. When I go back, Merrit San he sav: "See here, Yuki San, you no waste time over pray. You get the trouble with that old gentleman if you have not the careful." Then I say: "N\7ext time I give him little money and make big smoke with incense," and he say, "Yuki, you very good girl." Just by temple's side is little bam- boo-tree which have very nice story. "17 LITTLE SISTER SNOW'V One good god he like this bamboo, and he like the beautiful love. He say give names of man and woman to boughs of bamboo and make the tie together with long pin of thorn. Give the low bow, and by and by the dear wish in heart will be truly. Merrit San he no can know what I do, but he hold the high boughs of bamboo down and I name him and me and make the tie together. The dear wish of my heart come not truly. It is full of sad. Third Entry WHAT shall I do to less m.y anxious To-day at temple I ask Buddha. He never speak. He always look far away at big sea. He no care, though tears of Ii8 LITTLE SISTER SNOW the heart make damp the kimono sleeve. The Christians' God I no can see. But Merrit San say he is every- where and listens for voice of trouble- some. I no can make him hear, though I say the loud prayer. Buddha very ugly old god. Maybe him cross when he see very pretty Jap- anese girl make the low bow to him. I believe Christians' God more bet- ter than Buddha, because Merrit San say he make everything truly. He make me, he make Merrit San, he make the beautiful love. Maybe some day that big God hear about Japanese girl's heart of trouble and speak the peace. To-day one long so busy day. Many silk must be sewed into fine kimono for I 19 LITTLE SISTER SNOW the when I go to live in other house. Sometimes I very glad I go to other house. I make the many comforts of my mother and my father. To-day I see the much cold in my father's body. Very soon he have nice warm kimono with sheep's fur all in- side. Then I make the glad heart, I marry with Japanese man. It is getting little cold, and every night the moon is so clear. These day crickets are singing among the grasses. Those make me to think of 7Merrit San more and more. This fall was quite changed to me. At first Merrit San never come back to me as I expect in dreamy way. I have the feel of very helpless and lonesome. Before, though I had some trouble or unhappi- 120 VERY HELPLESS AND LONESOME I 'A This page in the original text is blank. LITTLE SISTER SNOW ness, if I saw Merrit San's smile ev- erything was taken clear away and my heart was full with cheer and happy. Ah, Merrit San, though it makes my cheek red with hot to write the speak, I love you most. Buddha very naughty old god to say nothing truly is. Fourth Entry AH, Merrit San, what you suppose I have dream last night I wvas so happy that I cannot tell with my tongue nor pen. That vozi come back! I could no word speak out with so much glad. I had many things to tell you before I wake, but I could not even one thing. You say you stay ten days. It is too I23 LITTLE SISTER SNOW short, but it far more better is than half night. Oh, I wish so bad I did not wake up from dream! I was tearful with much disappoint, then I remember that day you go to big 'Merica you call back "God bless you, Yuki San," and with my heart I make one soft prayer to Christians' God. When big temple bell wake me up and all birds, my troublesome was more light, and I make so big break- fast for my father and my mother, my pocket began to tell the loneliness, and I could not perform all my wishes. When I write these letters Merrit San is far away at sea on the way of his home. He will have joyful time. I wish I can see her, that girl with the 124 LITTLE SISTER SNOW laugh in her eves. Wonder how she thinks of Japan. Perhaps she would think how small and lonely country and people. One girl in that Japanese country very sad with lonely. But Merrit San say: "Yuki San, you good girl, you be good wife." So I make the try to put my lonely heart to sleep. Fif th Entry TIME and days goes too fast as run- ning water. Already old month went away and new one have come. It is time for us to do last work on many clothes for new home. . When Japanese girl marry with man she take much goods to his house. To-day my father bring what 'Meri- I25 LITTLE SISTER SNOW can call bureau, and many work-box and trays and much fine futonz for to sleep on floor with. Next day after this many mens will come and travel all things to other house. Japanese girl wear fine kimono long, long time, and keep for more little girl. Merrit San say 'Merican girl wear fine ki- mono one time, then she no more like. Then 'Mierican girl have much happy in her heart. 'Merican man come to girl's house to marry with her. She no afraid to speak the word of love, though man's mother sit next by him. She no 'f raid of laugh. She has the joyful of life. Japanese girl very happy when she very little girl, or very, very old. But when she goes to man's house to marry 126 LITTLE SISTER SNOW with him, she must always be the quiet of little mice and more busy than honey-bee. Very bad. But Japanese girl have the much brave, and holds the happy in her heart when she brings the comforts to her peoples. Merrit San say many more big country than Japan in world. I say, "What is world I wish I know world like you !" Merrit San stop the laugh and his voice grow still with quiet, then he say: "Ah, Yuki San, little snow-girl like you should not know the world. Cud- dle in your little nest and be content." What is content It is the don't care of anything but the flower-gar- den in my heart. Wonder if girl with laugh in her eyes have the content 127 LITTLE SISTER SNOW This day I take walk by seas. Last time I take walk so many peoples come with us. I make into Japanese words all Merrit San's funny speaks. We have the much laugh: Merrit San try the eat with chop-sticks. To-day little boat what we ride the water in was broke by its nose and many seas was eating it up. Loud cold wind make pine-trees shivery and sad. Big gray cloud come down and make all black with sorrowful. Sometimes little white waves jump up and dance, but the joyful of last happy day stings my heart. Sixth Entry AMORE long time go running slowly by since you have left us, and as I was 128 LITTLE SISTER SNO-W thinking of that running and those days and longing for you and my heart getting down in lonely thoughts, Yu- bin San bring me those package what you sent, Merrit San, and it made me very glad and happy. Hardly can I tell what was in my heart then. Be- fore I can open it I hold it tightly against my breast and kept silence a little while. Tears of sorrow changed into the great joy for a moment when I see your name and your hand of write. I feel as if I receive a new life right in this minute, and I caught a light of hope in yonder. Mly heartful joy and gladness will not express, and I wish I can go up in high place and shout out and tell all people the joyful of beautiful love. How it make the I29 LITTLE SISTER SNOW change in whole earth and life and give the dance of heart. But I will not. Mens and women of Japanese country have not the understand of such lovely thing, and make the shameful of me. So I give silence to my lips and close the door of my heart. Ah, what funny little thing that heart is! In one half live the joyful. Other side have all the painful of life, and when the love come sometimes he knock at wrong door and give the hurtful ache to life. Ah, Merrit San, you give many thankfuls for the lend of my house in your letter. I give the love of you many more thankfuls for coming to my heart, even he knock at two doors. One day me and Merrit San went down to tem- ple where big feast was. Merrit San I30 LITTLE SISTER SNOW go inside and look long long time at Buddha, then he say: "Yuki San, what wvill this old gentleman do to you if you disobey him" I give little think, then I say, "I no can know-I no never disobey. Buddha say, 'Yuki, take care father and mother all time.' I take care. Him say, 'Yuki, you woman-you not talk too much.' I no talk much. Then him say, 'Yuki, come many time to temple and make light with incense and put little money every time in box.' I give obey and much go rhi, but Buddha keep all and never give back." Before I finish my speak Mer- rit San shiver like cold and say, "Come on, Yuki San, let 's get out of here and find the sun." Outside I make cherry- I3I LITTLE SISTER SNOW wreath while Merrit San tell me storv. Him very sweet day-now all gone forever. Seventh Entry LAST fine kimono is finished and all baggage is tied. Next day I go to other house. Then my mother wrill give all house much sweep witfi new broom, to tell gods I go 'way no more to come back. Maybe they make big fire by gate to tell all peoples I belong to other house now. Ah, little book, to-night I make big fire in my heart and burn all my wickeds in it. Next day I make more fire and burn you. To other house I must go all white and purely as Merrit San say. I32 LITTLE SISTER SNOW Ah, Merrit San, you the one big happy in all my life and I never forget all your kindful. You give me the good heart, like sun make flower-bud unclose. You telled me what is soul and purely, and you say be very good wife. One night when moon was big and round and red and river outside wall go spank, spank, you call all my people to garden, and with the 'Merican sam- isenz you sing much songs. Sometimes you very funny, but some- times when moon specks slip through big pine-tree, I see you very sadful. Now moon speck come on slhoji and ache my eyes to look your face once more. I try so much to make picture of man's face I marry with. I no can see 8 133 LITTLE SISTER SNOW anything but much medals on coat, and so many teeths. Merrit San's eyes all blue and twinkly, and face so white and clean. But now he make the joyful with girl with laugh in her eyes, and her feet no touch the ground with much happy. To-morrow I go to other house and no belong to my father and mother. To-day I go temple, and I make prom- ise I no more speak of Merrit San's name; no more the think of his face in my heart. Little book, I weared you close to my breast many days. To-night I sleep with you tight to my heart. You gived me the courage to turn my face to the rising sun of the to-morrow. Savoiara. I34 CHAPTER VII T HE low, deep music of a temple bell rolled down the hillside and echoed through the giant cryptome- rias. It stirred to action the creatures of the early dawn and passed out with infinite sweetness to the red-rimmed east of another day. The priests in the old temples chanted their prayers with weird mon- otony, while a single bird poured out his morning song of love at the door of his mate. The old stone steps leading from temple to temple would have looked as they haid a thousand other mornings, I35 LITTLE SISTER SNOW gray, grim, and mossy, save for a little figure that slowly took its way up a long and crooked flight. Yuki San was on her way to make good her promise to the gods. Her wooden shoes clicked sharply in the quiet morning air, then hushed as she paused for rest on a broad step. Even the exertion of the long climb had failed to color her white cheeks, but her lips were carmine and her eyes luminous with purpose. The one spot of color about her otherwise sober little figure was a bright-red furoshik' held close, in which something was carefully wrapped. A noisy waterfall leaped past her down the hillside in a perpetual chal- 136 TO MAKE GOOD HER PROMISE TO THE GODS 2o i g 0, 4 :v 11 - X, I This page in the original text is blank. LITTLE SISTER SNOW lenge to race to the foot. Stern-faced images, grim of aspect, stared at her as she climbed, but Yuki San kept gravely on her way until she reached the open door of the great silent temple. The faint light of the early morning had scarce penetrated the shadows that clung about the gorgeous hangings and rich symbols of this ancient place of worship. A white-robed priest, oblivious to all save his own medita- tions, paid little heed to the childlike figure as it knelt before the cold, calm, unchanging image of the great Budclha. For a moment Yuki San moved her lips. Still kneeling, she drew from her sash the red ftrosliiki and took from it a small morocco note-book. I39 LITTLE SISTER SNTOW With light steps she crossed to a brazier, and with a pair of small tongs lifted from it a glowing coal. With steady fingers she pushed aside the many sticks of incense in the great brass vessel before the shrine, and making a little grave among the ashes, she laid within the burning coal the little book. The blue smoke, rising slowly, hung for a moment above the girl's head as a halo, then rose to the feet of Buddha as in supplication for mercy, and was finally lost in the darkness of the heavy roof. The girl watched with wide eves and parted lips. Clasping her hands, she lifted her face and from her heart came a fervent, whispered prayer. I40 ITTTLE SISTER SNOW "I make empty my heart of all wicked. Buddha or Christians' God, I no can know which. Please the more better speak into my lonely life the word of peace." She turned from the silent temple on her homeward way. She paused by the clump of bamboo where so short a time before she had gleefully tied to- gxether two boughs in the name of Merrit and herself. Tiptoeing to reach the high boughs which Merrit had held for her to tie, she drew them downward to slip the thong that bound them. After holding them to her soft cheek a moment, she let them fly apart, while she closed her eyes and whis- pered softly: "Good-by, beautiful love, good-by." '4I