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I COULD ONLY THINK OF YOU AS YOU STOOD AGAINST THE CHRYSANTHEMUMS
YESTERDAY."
steamships and the white race had come to curse Nippon's shores.
"Surely the honorable Sayo would not demean himself by alliance with the poor Chrysanthemum," she pleaded, "and — Oh! Honorable Sir! — I do not wish to marry.' '
Pleadingly she regarded him, but Koto was not to be moved. Sayo had promised ten thousand yen. Chrysanthemum must be married, some time. The girl read his cold eyes and steeled her own.
Mechanically she submitted to the ministrations of her maids, adding the finishing touches herself to the elaborate make up as Koto entered with the groom. It was a brief ceremonial, and in a little while poor little Chrysanthemum was being carried to her new home, taking comfort only in the thought that Fusi, who had been her handmaiden since her childhood, was to go with her.
Vance Redmond, strolling along the
narrow road, drank in the beauty of the scene with the keen appreciation of the artist. The rickshaw, carrying the merchant to his business office, attracted his attention to the gate from which it had emerged, but the beauty of the garden was not what held Redmond's glance. The great masses of bloom were fair, but they served only as a background to the daintily dressed Japanese lady who sat idly upon the bench.
Six months had passed, and Chrysanthemum still dreamed day-dreams of a real love.
With an artist's keen appreciation of all things beautiful, Redmond feasted his senses until she raised her eyes, and their glances met. There seemed an invitation in her smile, and with a courtly salute Redmond proceeded to enter the garden.
As quickly as her absurdly small feet would permit, she toddled toward him.
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