The Lady and Sada San Part 5
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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 Upper 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 kindergartners. Mate, when I stepped into that room, it was like going into an enchanted garden of morning-glories and dahlias. What a greeting the regiment of young j.a.plings gave me! I just drank in all the fragrance of joy in the eager comrades.h.i.+p and sweet friendliness of the small Mikados and Mikadoesses 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 children by many years. But things die slowly in Hiros.h.i.+ma. Even good reputations. Everything was pushed aside, and work or no work, teachers and children celebrated by one mad revel of skipping.
There are many things to do, and getting into the old harness of steady routine work and living on the tap of a bell, is not so easy as it sounds, after years of live-as-you-please. But it is good for the const.i.tution and is satisfying 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," answered 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 a.s.sociating with, is simply disgraceful. He gives me statistics also. Wish he wouldn't. It takes so much time and I always have to count on my fingers.
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 he has to sit up nights studying, to keep up with her. I dare say.
I 'll wager she 's high of color and mighty of muscle and with equal vehemence 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 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 beautiful 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.
I wrote her a cheerfully foolish letter. Told her I was making all kinds of plans for her visit. I also looked up some doubtful dates--at least, my textbook on color prints said they were doubtful--and referred them to Uncle for confirmation, asking that he give instructions to Sada about a certain dealer in Hiros.h.i.+ma 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 anything for conversation now.
I almost forgot to tell you that we have the same _chef_ as when I was kindergarten teacher here in the school years ago. He 's prosperous as a p.a.w.nbroker. He gave me a radiant greeting. "How are you, _Tanaka_?" quoth I. "All same like d.a.m.n monkey, _Sensei_," he replied. But he is unfailingly cheerful and the cleverest grafter in the universe, with an artistic temperament highly developed; he sometimes sends in the unchewable roast smothered in cherry blossoms.
How wise you were, Mate, to choose home and husband instead of a career. I love you for it.
HIROs.h.i.+MA, October, 1911.
For springing surprises, all full of kindness and delicate courtesies, j.a.panese 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 cla.s.s.
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 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 giggled. One thought had touched them all. Why not play now!
The baby question was quickly settled. Soon there was a roaring fire in my study. We raided the cla.s.sroom for rugs and cus.h.i.+ons and with the collection 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 G.o.ddess never had lovelier devotees than the Oriental cherubs that lay cooing 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 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 stiffened 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 supple 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 together. Over many we laughed. For others the tears started.
Warmed by companions.h.i.+p and 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 husbands 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 convincing as to the depth and dignity of 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 concerned, she divorced her son and sent the girl home. When the soldier-husband 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 offcasts. Something, however, 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 _yos.h.i.+_ this boy is called. Father married the adopted son to the soldier's wife that was, securely and permanently. A yos.h.i.+ has no voice in any family matter and is powerless to get a divorce.
Moral: If in j.a.pan 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 Hiros.h.i.+ma: "Find me a wife." The friend wrote back: "Here she is." Miss Chestnut Tree, the maid, fluttered down to the court-house, had her name put on the house register of the far-away groom, did up her hair as a married 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 sometimes. 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 a.s.sort the babies and make sure of tying the right one on the right mother's back. Not by one shaved head could I see the slightest 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 s.h.i.+ku" (Honorably rest. Be happy always to yourself).
My grat.i.tude 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 friends.h.i.+p of the young girl-mothers who were my pupils, but from whom I have learned more of the sweetness and patience of life than I could ever teach.
November, 1911.
Mate, there is a man in Hiros.h.i.+ma 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 letter. It fairly sings content. Homeyness 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 of half a dozen puff-ball chickens. Royalty knew no denial and went in pursuit. 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 transformed into a beautiful garden, with weeping willows, chrysanthemums, and mountain ferns. Also we had a wedding-bell.
In a wild moment of enthusiasm I proposed it. It is always a guess where your enthusiasm will land you out here. I coaxed a cross old tinner to make the frame for me. He expostulated 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 carrying one trimmed bell and one half covered. I asked, "Why are you making two wedding-bells?" 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, Lohengrin 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 accustomed to such prominence given a bride, nor to weddings served in Western style.
Oh, yes, the groom was there, a secondary consideration for the first time in the history of Hiros.h.i.+ma, but so in love he did not seem to mind the obscurity.
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