Madame Chrysantheme -- Complete

of burning noonday heat. At the foot of the stairs lay Chrys

h their transparency came warm air and golden threads of light. Today the flowers Chrysantheme ha

hrysantheme was lying flat on th

have: a something, difficult to define, a Japanese slightness, an

rest of the horizontal figure. The train of her tunic appeared to prolong her delicate little body, like the tail

ble some great blue dragon-fly, which, having alighted

sted by her gestures her sentiments of indignation on beholding the careless rec

ike that!" I had left my shoes below, according to custom, beside the little shoes and san

me. Who knows what may be passing in that little head and heart! If I only had the means of finding out! But strange to say, since we have kept house together,

and the green mountains, over Nagasaki lying bathed in the sunlight. The cicalas were chirping their loud

e full of sunshine; Nature seemed to me in those days more powerful, more terrible. One would say this was only a pale copy of all that I knew in early years-a copy in which something is want

he grasshoppers, it began to make itself heard, very softly at first, then growing louder and rising in the silence of the noon

rown up between us, especially when we are alone. But to-day I turn to her with a smile, and wave my hand for her to continue. "Go on, it amuses me to listen to your quaint little impromptu." It is singular that the music of this essentially merry people shou

tairs, and in our doorway appears an idiot, clad in a suit of gray tweed, who bows low. "Come in, come in, Mo

tfully to hand to me, with a profound bend of the whole body, the