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The House of the Misty Star / A Romance of Youth and Hope and Love in Old Japan

Chapter 2 KISHIMOTO SAN CALLS

Word Count: 3227    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

ade the Japanese language. To denote "peace" he drew a picture of a roof with a woman under it. Evidently being a gentleman of exper

n Board of Missions, I felt like apologizing to the few feeble figures that stared accusingly at me from my small le

n one looked at me and said, "Moneys have all flewed away from my pockets. Only have vast consuming fire for learning." It being agains

risking the peace of my household, or pu

d a foothold where "Satsuma Emo" flourished. This year they were fatter and cheaper than ever before. I knew doze

As she grew stronger, she hinted at trying once again to live in her old quarters, that she m

ut the house and misses it when gone. She also resembled a fixed star in her belief that she had been divinely appointed to carry a message of h

with me, and I would not interfere with her work in the

me people cannot be convinced unless permitted to draw their own diagram o

ove. It took me some time to decide whether I should screen off Jane in the corner that commanded a full view of the wo

d wheel-chair before the open doors, looking into the sun-fl

plumes

a l

y dreams

es of me

gs for

y about my garden had a

e pigeons in the neighborhood fluttering about the open door, fearlessly perching on the invalid

to be less generous. The price of rice is higher than those pigeons can fly and, as for chicken, it's abou

them away. The cunning things! Every co

t's physical weakness, an

iet of emotion so tender that it bubble

h the funny little twist in her tongue, the poor excuse of a body seemed the last place power of any kind would choose for a habitation. I was

All my pink roses bloomed weeks earlier than they had any business to, and for the first time in years my old ga

spirit get loose. Sake help me fight. Me nice boy.

ls for his district and educational matters gave us a common interest. However, the late afternoon was an unusual hour for him to appear and one glance at his face showed trouble of a personal nature had drawn heavy lines in his mask of calmness. I had known Kishimoto San for twenty years. Part of him I could read like a prime

for a beginning. Not till I had exhausted small talk of current events and asked afte

de. I had never before seen a man so shaken, but then I hadn't seen many, much less one with the red blood of Daimyos i

istianity responsible for his woes. I, as a believer and an American,

family life. To me his home was a vague, blurred background in which possible members of his family moved. He surpris

ossessed a child. I knew his need for help must be imperative, that the wound was torn afresh, else

ere the girl lived with his sister who had absorbed many new ideas regarding liberty for women. Once he was absent from Japan a

penniless, which was bad, and a widow, which made it very difficult to marry her off again; but worse still was the half-breed child she had brought with her, a daugh

n flames when I asked par

nslatable. "She is a wild, untamed barbarian. She has neither manners nor modesty, and not only da

f Kishimoto San's will and not be crushed by the impact. My interest in the girl increas

pan. She handles it as deftly as a common fisherman. She goes to out-of-the-way places and there remains till it suits her impudence to return to my house. In the hours of th

each of custom to play with children. Your granddaugh

my visitor

t enough of my blood in her to make her bow to the law? Twice she has told me to attend to my own

, who are educated by modern methods as regarding laws gov

sea and mountain. The appealing beauty of the scene always soothed me as a lullaby would a restless child. I hoped as much for my di

ld have been directed by her mother-in-law. She was trained to obedience. See what the teachings of your country do to our women! In a letter she wrote telling me she had gone, she thanked me for teaching her the laws of submission. It helped her to bow to the commands of this man when he bade her marry him, and she loved him! Love! as i

epen my interest in this girl who could defy a will

irritate him. He tu

oasted freedom for women but license? Is their place never taught

y country, her people my people, and they stood to me for all that was great and honorable and righteous. The implication

the East is from the West. Tastes differ in manners as well as religion. If there are things in America that do not please you

mits a girl to question her elder's authority and to defy the greatest of laws, filial piety. What manner of a country

that stood for a male cousin. But neither then nor now was it permissible in a land of man-made laws for men. Unless it was

his granddaughter and her mother had crossed the Pacific. He thought he was an American. Whenever the sh

own kind? But it could not be-not in Japan; though as innocent as two baby kittens playing on the green, it would bring shame upon the girl and th

o send her to you daily as a student? Besides her strange ways, she talks in strange English.

ion and a private pupil meant extra pay. What a little extra money wouldn't do in my house was

decision whether she is a natural, free-born American citizen, as she boasts, or if the gods have cursed her with a

n caught the sheen of his silk kimono and covered him with a

troubled silence. Then from the street far below came the shout of a boy at play. It was a voice full of the gladness of youth. In it was a challenge

ed his head as though he had felt a blow. "Ah," he

was dead, his greatest desire crushed, and by a creature out of the West, who not only stole his daughter but fathered

tell him that I was about as familiar with young girls from my home land as I was with young eagles, for the undaunted spirit of that child had aroused all my l

evening when I brought my invalid in f

nwittingly he made it easily possible for me to defy the tradition of hi

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The House of the Misty Star / A Romance of Youth and Hope and Love in Old Japan
The House of the Misty Star / A Romance of Youth and Hope and Love in Old Japan
“It must have been the name that made me take that little house on the hilltop. It was mostly view, but the title—supplemented by the very low rent—suggested the first line of a beautiful poem.Nobody knows who began the custom or when, but for unknown years a night-light had been kept burning in a battered old bronze lantern swung just over my front door. Through the early morning mists the low white building itself seemed made of dreams; but the tiny flame, slipping beyond the low curving eaves, shone far at sea and by its light the Japanese sailors, coming around the rocky Tongue of Dragons point in their old junks, steered for home and rest. To them it was a welcome beacon. They called the place"The House of the Misty Star."In it for thirty years I have toiled and taught and dreamed. From it I have watched the ships of mighty nations pass—some on errands of peace; some to change the map of the world. Through its casements I have seen God's glory in the sunsets and the tenderness of His love in the dawns. The pink hills of the spring and the crimson of the autumn have come and gone, and through the carved portals that mark the entrance to my home have drifted the flotsam and jetsam of the world. They have come for shelter, for food, for curiosity and sometimes because they must, till I have earned my title clear as step-mother-in-law to half the waifs and strays of the Orient.Once it was a Chinese general, seeking safety from a mob. Then it was a fierce-looking Russian suspected as a spy and, when searched, found to be a frightened girl, seeking her sweetheart among the prisoners of war. The high, the low, the meek, and the impertinent, lost babies, begging pilgrims and tailless cats—all sooner or later have found their way through my gates and out again, barely touching the outer edges of my home life. But things never really began to happen to me, I mean things that actually counted, untilJane Gray came. After that it looked as if they were never going to stop.You see I'd lived about fifty-eight years of solid monotony, broken only by the novelty of coming to Japan as a school teacher thirty years before and, although my soul yearned for the chance to indulge in the frills of romance, opportunity to do so was about the only thing that failed to knock at my door. From the time I heard the name of Ursula Priscilla Jenkins and knew it belonged to me, I can recall but one beautiful memory of my childhood. It is the face of my mother in its frame of poke bonnet and pink roses, as she leaned over to kiss me good-by. I never saw her again, nor my father. Yellow fever laid heavy tribute upon our southern United States. I was the only one left in the big house on the plantation, and my old black nurse was the sole survivor in the servants' quarters. She took me to an orphan asylum in a straggly little southern town where everything from river banks to complexions was mud color.Bareness and spareness were the rule, and when the tall, bony, woman manager stood near the yellow-brown partition, it took keen eyes to tell just where her face left off and the plaster began. She did not believe in education. But I was born with ideas of my own and a goodly share of ambition. I learned to read by secretly borrowing from the wharf master a newspaper or an occasional magazine which sometimes strayed off a river packet. Then I paid for a four years' course at a neighboring semi-college by working and by serving the other students.”
1 Chapter 1 ENTER JANE GRAY2 Chapter 2 KISHIMOTO SAN CALLS3 Chapter 3 ZURA4 Chapter 4 JANE GRAY BRINGS HOME A MAN5 Chapter 5 A CALL AND AN INVITATION6 Chapter 6 ZURA WINGATE'S VISIT7 Chapter 7 AN INTERRUPTED DINNER8 Chapter 8 MR. CHALMERS SEES THE GARDEN AND HEARS THE TRUTH9 Chapter 9 JANE HOPES; KISHIMOTO DESPAIRS10 Chapter 10 ZURA GOES TO THE FESTIVAL11 Chapter 11 A BROKEN SHRINE12 Chapter 12 A DREAM COMES TRUE13 Chapter 13 A THANKSGIVING DINNER14 Chapter 14 WHAT THE SETTING SUN REVEALED15 Chapter 15 PINKEY CHALMERS CALLS AGAIN16 Chapter 16 ENTER KOBU, THE DETECTIVE17 Chapter 17 A VISIT TO THE KENCHO18 Chapter 18 A VISITOR FROM AMERICA19 Chapter 19 THE END OF THE PERFECT DAY