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<head>The Honorable Miss Moonlight</head>
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<byline>By <name ref="pers:WE1">Onoto Watanna</name></byline>
</opener>
<div type="chapter">
<head>CHAPTER I</head>
<p>The day had been long and sultry. It
was the season of little heat, when an
all-encompassing humidity seemed suspended
over the land. Sky and earth
were of one monotonous color, a dim
blue, which faded to shadowy grayness at the fall of
the twilight.</p>
<p>With the approach of evening, a soothing breeze
crept up from the river. Its faint movement brought
a measure of relief, and nature took on a more animated
aspect.</p>
<p>Up through the narrow, twisting roads, in and
out of the never-ending paths, the lights of countless
<foreign xml:lang="ja">jinrikishas</foreign> twinkled, bound for the Houses of
Pleasure. Revelers called to each other out of the
balmy darkness. Under the quivering light of a
lifted lantern, suspended for an instant, faces gleamed
out, then disappeared back into the darkness.</p>
<pb n="2"/>
<p>To the young Lord Saito Gonji the night seemed
to speak with myriad tongues. Like some finely
tuned instrument whose slenderest string must vibrate
if touched by a breath, so the heart of the
youth was stirred by every appeal of the night.
He heard nothing of the chatter and laughter of
those about him. For the time at least, he had put
behind him that sickening, deadening thought that
had borne him company now for so long. He was
giving himself up entirely to the brief hour of joy,
which had been agreeably extended to him in extenuation
of the long life of thralldom yet to come.</p>
<p>It was in his sole honor that the many relatives
and connections of his family had assembled, joyously
to celebrate the fleeting hours of youth. For
within a week the Lord Saito Gonji was to marry.
Upon this pale and dreamy youth the hopes of the
illustrious house of Saito depended. To him the
august ancestors looked for the propagating of their
honorable seed. He was the last of a great family,
and had been cherished and nurtured for one purpose
only.</p>
<p>With almost as rigid care as would have been
bestowed upon a novitiate priest, Gonji had been
educated.</p>
<p><q>Send the child you love upon a journey</q>, admonished
the stern-hearted Lady Saito Ichigo to
her husband; and so at the early age of five the little
Gonji was sent to Kummumotta, there to be trained<pb n="3"/>
under the strictest discipline known to the <foreign xml:lang="ja">samourai</foreign>.
Here he developed in strength and grace of body;
but, seemingly caught in some intangible web, the
mind of the youth awoke not from its dreams. His
arm had the strength of the <foreign xml:lang="ja">samourai</foreign>, said his
teachers, but his spirit and his heart were those of
the poet.</p>
<p>There came a period when he was placed in the
Imperial University, and a new life opened to the
wondering youth. New laws, new modes of thought,
the alluring secrets of strange sciences, baffling and
fascinating, all opened their doors to the infatuated
and eager Gonji. With the enthusiasm born of his
solitary years, the boy grasped avidly after the
ideals of the New Japan. His career in college was
notable. In him professor and student recognized
the born leader and genius. He was to do great
things for Japan some day!</p>
<p>Then came a time when the education of the youth
was abruptly halted, and he was ordered to return
to his home. While his mind was still engaged in
the fascinating employment of planning a career,
his parents ceremoniously presented him to Ohano,
a girl he had known from childhood and a distant
relative of his mother’s family. Mechanically and
obediently the dazed Gonji found himself exchanging
with the maiden the first gifts of betrothal.</p>
<p>Ohano was plump, with a round, somewhat sullen
face, a pouting, full-lipped mouth, and eyes so small<pb n="4"/>
they seemed but mere slits in her face. She had inherited
the inscrutable, disdainful expression of her
lofty ancestors.</p>
<p>Though he had played with her as a child and had
seen her upon every occasion during his school vacations,
Gonji looked at her now with new eyes. As a
little boy he had liked Ohano. She was his sole playmate,
and it had been his delight to tease her. Now,
as he watched her stealthily, he was consumed with a
sense of unutterable despair. Could it be that his
fairest dreams were to end with Ohano?</p>
<p>Like every other Japanese youth, who knows that
some day his proper mate will be chosen and given
to him, Gonji had conjured up a lovely, yielding
creature of the imagination, a gentle, smiling, mysterious
Eve, who, like a new world, should daily surprise
and delight him. As he looked at Ohano,
sitting placidly and contentedly by his side, he was
conscious only of an inner tumult of rebellion and
repulsion against the chains they were forging inexorably
about him and this girl. It was impossible,
he felt, to drag him nearer to her. The very thought
revolted, stunned him, and suddenly, rudely, he
turned his back upon his bride.</p>
<p>The relatives agreed that something should be
done to offset the gloom of the first stages of betrothal.
It was suggested that the bridegroom have
a full week of freedom. As was the custom among
many, he should for the first time be introduced to<pb n="5"/>
the life of gaiety and pleasure that lay outside the
lofty, ancestral walls, the better, later, to appreciate
the calm and pure joys of home and family.</p>
<p>In single file the <foreign xml:lang="ja">jinrikishas</foreign> had been running
along a narrow road which overlooked city and bay.
Now they swerved into shadowy by-paths and
plunged into the heart of the woods. A velvety
darkness, through which the drivers picked their
way with caution, enwrapped them.</p>
<p>For some time the tingling music of <foreign xml:lang="ja">samisen</foreign> and
drum close by had been growing ever clearer. Suddenly
the glimmer of many lights was seen, as if
suspended overhead. Almost unconsciously faces
were raised, excited breaths drawn in admiration and
approval. Like a great sparkling jewel hung in mid-air,
the House of Slender Pines leaned over its wooded
terraces toward them.</p>
<p>Gay little mousmés, rubbing hands and knees together,
ran to meet them at the gate, kowtowing and
hissing in obeisance. The note of a <foreign xml:lang="ja">samisen</foreign> was
heard; and a thin little voice, sweet, and incredibly
high, broke into song. <foreign xml:lang="ja">Geishas</foreign>, with great flowers
in their hair, fell into a posturing group, dancing with
hand, head, and fan. Gonji watched them in a
fascinated silence, noting the minutest detail of their
attire, their expression, their speech. They belonged
to a world which, till now, he had not been permitted
even to explore. Nay, till but recently he had been
rigidly guarded from even the slightest possible con-<pb n="6"/>tact
with these little creatures of joy. Soon he was
to be set in the niche destined for him by his ancestors.
Here was his sole opportunity to seize the
fleeting delights of youth.</p>
<p>A laughing-faced mousmé, red-lipped and with
saucy, teasing eyes that peeped at him from beneath
veiled lashes, knelt to hold his <foreign xml:lang="ja">sake</foreign>-tray. He leaned
gravely toward the girl and examined her face with
a curious wonder; but her smile brought no response
to the somewhat sad and somber lips of the young
man, nor did he even deign to sip the fragrant cup
she tendered.</p>
<p>An elder cousin offered some chaffing advice, and
an hilarious uncle suggested that the master of the
house put his <foreign xml:lang="ja">geishas</foreign> upon parade; but the father of
Gonji roughly interposed, declaring that his son’s
thoughts, naturally, were elsewhere. It was so with
all expectant bridegrooms. His father’s words awoke
the boy from his dreaming. He turned very pale and
trembled. His head drooped forward, and he felt an
irresistible inclination to cover his face with his hands.
His father’s voice sounded in gruff whisper at his ear:</p>
<p><q>Pay attention. You see now the star of the
night. It is the famous Spider, spinning her web!</q></p>
<p>As Gonji slowly raised his head and gazed like one
spellbound at the dancer, his father added, with a
sudden vehemence:</p>
<p><q>Take care, my son, lest she entrap thee, too, like
the proverbial fly</q>.</p>
<pb n="7"/>
<p>A hush had fallen upon the gardens. Almost it
seemed as if the tiny feet of the dancer stirred not
at all. Yet, with imperceptible advances, she moved
nearer and nearer to her fascinated audience. Above
her flimsy gown of sheerest veiling, which sprang
like a web on all sides and above her, her face shone
with its marvelous beauty and allurement. Her
lips were apart, smiling, coaxing, teasing; and her
eyes, wide and very large, seemed to seek over the
heads of her audience for the one who should prove
her prey. It was the final motion of the dance of
the Spider, the seeking for, the finding, the seizing
of her imaginary victim. Now the Spider’s eyes had
ceased to wander. They were fixed compellingly
upon those of the Lord Saito Gonji.</p>
<p>He had arisen to his feet, and with a half-audible
exclamation—a sound of an indrawn sigh—he
advanced toward the dancer. For a moment,
breathlessly, he stood close beside her. The subtle
odor of her perfumed hair and body stole like a
charm over his senses. Her sleeve fluttered against
his hand for but the fraction of a moment, yet
thrilled and tormented him. He looked at the
Spider with the eyes of one who sees a new and radiant
wonder. Then darkness came rudely between
them. The <foreign xml:lang="ja">geisha</foreign>’s face vanished with the light.
He was standing alone, staring into the darkness, his
father’s voice droning meaninglessly in his ear.</p>
<pb n="8"/>
</div>
<div type="chapter">
<head>CHAPTER II</head>
<p>Her real name was as poetical as the one
she was known by was forbidding and
repelling. Moonlight, it was; though
all the gay world which hovers about a
famous <foreign xml:lang="ja">geisha</foreign>, like flies over the honey-pot,
knew her solely as the <q>Spider</q>.</p>
<p><q>Spider</q> she was called because of the peculiar
dance she had originated. It was against all classical
precedents, but of so exceptional a character
that in a night, a single hour, as it were, she found herself
from a humble little apprentice the most celebrated
<foreign xml:lang="ja">geisha</foreign> in Kioto, that paradise of <foreign xml:lang="ja">geishas</foreign>.</p>
<p>It was a day of golden fortune for Matsuda, who
owned the girl. She had been bound to his service
since the age of seven with bonds as drastic as if the
days of slavery still existed.</p>
<p>Harsh, cunning, even cruel to the many girls in
his employ, Matsuda had yet one vulnerable point.
That was his overwhelming affection for the <foreign xml:lang="ja">geisha</foreign>
he had married, and she was afflicted with a malady
of the brain. Some said it was due to the death of
her many children, all of whom had succumbed to
an infectious disease. From whatever misfortune,<pb n="9"/>
the gentle <foreign xml:lang="ja">Okusama</foreign>, as they called her in the <foreign xml:lang="ja">geisha</foreign>-house,
was at intervals blank-minded. Still she,
the harmless, gentle creature, was loved by the
<foreign xml:lang="ja">geishas</foreign>; and, as far as it lay in her power, she was
their friend, and often saved them from the wrath
of Matsuda. It was into her empty bosom the little
Moonlight had crept and found a warm and loving
home. With a yearning as deep as though the child
were her own, the wife of Matsuda watched over the
child. It was under her tutelage that Moonlight
learned all the arts of an accomplished <foreign xml:lang="ja">geisha</foreign>. In
her time the wife of Matsuda had been very famous,
too, and no one knew better than she, soft of
mind and witless as she was at times, the dances and
the songs of the <foreign xml:lang="ja">geisha</foreign>-house.</p>
<p>Matsuda had watched with some degree of irritation,
not unmixed with a peculiar jealousy, his wife’s
absorption in the tiny Moonlight. He did not approve
of gentle treatment toward a mere apprentice.
It was only by harsh measures that a girl could
properly learn the severe profession. Later, when
she had mastered all the intricate arts and graces,
then, perhaps, one might prove lenient. It was no
uncommon thing for a <foreign xml:lang="ja">geisha</foreign> to be pampered and
spoiled, but an apprentice, never!</p>
<p>However, the child seemed to make happier the
lot of the beloved <foreign xml:lang="ja">Okusama</foreign>, and there was nothing
to be done about the matter.</p>
<p>Disliking the child, Matsuda nevertheless recog-<pb n="10"/>nized
from the first her undoubted beauty, the thing
which had induced him, in fact, to pay an exceptional
price to her guardians for her. He had little faith
in her future as a <foreign xml:lang="ja">geisha</foreign>, however, since his wife
chose to pet and protect her. How was it possible
for her to learn from the poor, witless <foreign xml:lang="ja">Okusama</foreign>?
When the latter joyously jabbered of the little one’s
wonderful progress, Matsuda would smile or grunt
surlily.</p>
<p>Then, one day, walking in the woods, he had
come, unexpectedly, upon the posturing child, tossing
her little body from side to side like a wind-blown
flower, while his wife picked two single notes
upon the <foreign xml:lang="ja">samisen</foreign>. Matsuda watched them dumb-smitten.
Was it possible, he asked himself, that
the <foreign xml:lang="ja">Okusama</foreign> had discovered what he had overlooked?
But he brushed the thought aside. These
were merely the precocious antics of a spoiled child.
They would not be pretty in one grown to womanhood.
There was much to do in the <foreign xml:lang="ja">geisha</foreign>-house.
The fame of his gardens must be kept assiduously
before the public. Matsuda had no time for the
little Moonlight, save, chidingly, to frown upon her
when she was not in the presence of the <foreign xml:lang="ja">Okusama</foreign>.
And so, almost unobserved by the master of the
<foreign xml:lang="ja">geisha</foreign>-house, Moonlight came to the years of
maidenhood.</p>
<p>One night the House of Slender Pines was honored
by the unexpected advent of most exalted guests.<pb n="11"/>
The chief <foreign xml:lang="ja">geishas</foreign> were absent at an entertainment,
and Matsuda was in despair. He was forced, consequently,
to put the novices into service, and while
he bit his nails frenziedly at the awkward movements
of the apprentices, Moonlight slipped to his
side and whispered in his ear that she was competent
to dance as beautifully as the chief <foreign xml:lang="ja">geishas</foreign>.
As he stared at her in wrathful irritation, his wife
glided to his other side and joined the girl in pleading.
Gruffly he consented. Matters could not be
much worse. What mattered it now? He was already
disgraced in the eyes of the most high. Well,
then, let this pet apprentice do her foolish dance.</p>
<p>Moonlight seized her opportunity with the gay
avidity of the gambler who tosses his all upon a
final chance. At the risk of meeting the fearful
displeasure of her master, the ridicule, disdain, and
even hatred of the older <foreign xml:lang="ja">geishas</foreign>, whom it was her
duty to imitate, the girl danced before the most
critical audience in Kioto.</p>
<p>Her triumph was complete. It may have been
the novelty or mystery of her dance, the hypnotic
perfection of her art; it may have been her own
surpassing beauty—no one sought to analyze the
source of her peculiar power. Before the smiling,
coaxing witchery of her eyes and lips they fell
figuratively, and indeed literally, upon their knees.</p>
<p>She became the mad furore and fashion of
the hour. Poets indited lyrics to her respective<pb n="12"/>
features. Princes flung gifts at her feet. People
traveled from the several quarters of the empire
to see her. And at this most dangerous period of
her career the young Lord Saito Gonji, last of one
of the most illustrious families in Japan, crossed
her path.</p>
<pb n="13"/>
</div>
<div type="chapter">
<head>CHAPTER III</head>
<p>His honorable mother declared that Gonji
was afflicted with a malady of the
stomach. She proffered warm drinks
and poultices and sought to induce him
to remain in bed. Now that the long
and severe years of discipline had passed and her
son was at last at home with her, all of the natural
mother within her, which had been repressed so long,
yearned over her only son. Even her cold and
somewhat repelling manner showed a softening.</p>
<p>Had he not been at this time absorbed in his
own dreams, Gonji would have met half-way the
pathetic advances of his mother; but he was oblivious
to the change in her. He insisted politely that his
health was excellent, begged to be excused, and
wandered off by himself.</p>
<p>His father, whose mighty business interests were
in Tokio, abandoned them for the time being and
remained by his son’s side in Kioto, following the
young man assiduously, seeking vainly to arouse
him from the melancholy lethargy into which he
had fallen. Deep in the heart of the elder Lord
Saito was the acute knowledge of what troubled<pb n="14"/>
his son, for afflicted he undoubtedly was, as all the
relatives unanimously and officiously averred. Such
a funereal countenance was unbefitting a bridegroom.
One would think the unhappy youth was
being driven to his tomb, rather than to the bridal
bed!</p>
<p>The parents and relatives vied with each other
in importuning the unfortunate Gonji, and sought
to distract him from what were evidently his own
morbid thoughts. Also they sought to entrap his
confidence. Gonji kept his counsel, and from day
to day he grew paler, thinner, more silent, and sad.</p>
<p><q>Call in the services of the mightiest of honorable
physicians and surgeons</q>, ordered the Lady Saito.
<q>It may be an operation will relieve our son</q>.</p>
<p>Her husband, thoughtful, sad, a prey to an uneasy
conscience, shook his head dumbly.</p>
<p><q>It is not possible for the honorable knife to
efface a cancer of the heart</q>, said he, sighing.</p>
<p><q>Hasten the nuptials</q>, suggested the uncle of
Ohano. <q>There is no medicine which acts with as
drastic force as a wife</q>.</p>
<p>This time the Lord Saito Ichigo was even more
emphatic in negativing the suggestion.</p>
<p><q>There is time enough</q>, he asserted, gruffly.
<q>I will not begrudge my son at least the short and
precious time which should precede the ceremony.
This is his period of diversion. It shall not be cut
in half</q>.</p>
<pb n="15"/>
<p>The brusque words of the head of the Saito house
aroused the ire of the nearest relative of the bride.
He said complainingly:</p>
<p><q>It does not seem as if the honorable bridegroom
desires to avail himself of his prenuptial privileges.
He does not seek the usual diversions of youth at
this time. Is it not unnatural to prefer solitude?</q></p>
<p><q>It is a matter of choice</q>, contended the father
of Gonji, with curt pride.</p>
<p><q>But if it injure his health, is it not the duty of
the relatives to assist him?</q></p>
<p><q>The gates of the <foreign xml:lang="ja">saito</foreign> are wide open. My son
is not a prisoner. He is at liberty to go whithersoever
he pleases. It is apparent that his pleasures lie not
outside the ancestral home of his fathers</q>.</p>
<p><q>That</q>, said the uncle of Ohano, suavely, <q>is
because he still stumbles in the period of adolescence.
It is necessary he be instructed</q>.</p>
<p>The father of Gonji pondered the matter somberly,
pulling with thumb and forefinger at his
lower lip. After a moment he said, with sudden
determination:</p>
<p><q>You are right, Takedo Isami. Your superior
suggestion is gratefully received. Since my son
will not seek the pleasures of youth, let us bring
them to our house. It is necessary immediately to
arouse him from a youthful despair which may
tend to injure his health</q>.</p>
<p>He looked up and met the cunning eye of his<pb n="16"/>
prospective kinsman regarding him with a peculiar
expression. Ichigo added, gruffly but sturdily:</p>
<p><q>It would be an excellent programme to secure the
services of the honorable Spider of the House of
Slender Pines. I pray you undertake the matter
for me. See Matsuda, the master of the house.
Spare no expense in the matter</q>.</p>
<p>The expression on Takedo’s face was now enigmatic.
He emptied his pipe slowly and with deliberation,
as if in thought. Then solemnly he
bobbed his bald head, as if in assent. The two old
men then arose, shaking their skirts and hissing
perfunctorily. Their bows were formal, and the
words of parting the usual friendly and polite ones;
but each met the eye of the other, and both understood;
and, strangely, a sense of antagonism arose
between them.</p>
<pb n="17"/>
</div>
<div type="chapter">
<head>CHAPTER IV</head>
<p>So it was in the honorable house of his
father, and of the hundred august ancestors
whom they accused him of dishonoring,
that Gonji again saw the
Spider.</p>
<p>Into the houses of the most exalted the <foreign xml:lang="ja">geisha</foreign>
flutters with the free familiarity of a pampered
house pet. No festivity, however private, is considered
complete without her. She is as necessary
as the flowers that bedeck the house, the viands,
and the <foreign xml:lang="ja">sake</foreign>.</p>
<p>Upon a humid night in the season of greatest
heat, and in the glow of a thousand fireflies, the
Spider danced in the gardens of the house of Saito.
Her <foreign xml:lang="ja">kimono</foreign> was vermilion, embroidered with dragons
of gold. Gold too were her <foreign xml:lang="ja">obi</foreign> and her fan, and
red and gold were the ornaments that glistened
like fire in her hair. Yet more brilliant, more
sparklingly, gleamed and shone the eyes of the
dancer, and her scarlet lips were redder than the
poppies in her hair, and held an hypnotic allure
for the Lord Saito Gonji, watching her in a breathless
silence that fairly pained him.</p>
<pb n="18"/>
<p>Every gesture, every slightest flutter of her sleeve,
her hand, her fan, every smallest turn or motion
of her bewitching head, was directed at the guest
of honor, the son and heir of the house of Saito.
For him alone she seemed to dance. To him she
threw her joyous smiles, and, in the end, when the
dance was done, it was at his feet she knelt, raising
her naïvely coy, half-questioning glance. Then,
very softly and with gentle solicitation:</p>
<p><q>At your sole honorable service, noble lord</q>, she
said. <q>What is your pleasure next?</q></p>
<p>He said, like one awakening from some strange
dream or trance:</p>
<p><q>It is my pleasure, <foreign xml:lang="ja">geisha</foreign>, that you look into
my eyes</q>.</p>
<p>She glanced up timidly, as if troubled and surprised.
A wistfully joyous light came into her dark
eyes; then they remained unmovingly fixed upon
his. Very softly, that those about them might not
hear, he whispered:</p>
<p><q>I saw your face dimly in the firefly-light. I was
possessed with but one ambition—to look into your
eyes!</q></p>
<p>Her pretty head drooped so low that now it touched
his knee. At the contact he trembled and drew
sharply away from her. Alarmed, fearing she had
unwittingly offended him, she raised her head and
looked at him with a mutely questioning glance.
There was a cloud, dark and very melancholy, upon<pb n="19"/>
the face of the one she had been ordered to entertain.
She thought of the instructions of Matsuda:
that it should be her paramount duty to beguile
and distract the Lord Saito Gonji. Her fortune for
life might be made by succeeding in arousing him
to a joyous mood. But, lo! the one she sought to
please drew back from her, gloomy, troubled.</p>
<p>Her rapid rise to fame had not brought to the
Spider the peculiar joy she had anticipated. Fame
carries ever with it its bitter savor, and, although
she had not alone become the darling of the celebrated
<foreign xml:lang="ja">geisha</foreign>-house, but had brought fame and
fortune to her master, many of the things she had
most cared for she had been obliged to forego in
her new position as star of the House of Slender
Pines.</p>
<p>No longer was it possible for her to be shielded
by the loving arms of the <foreign xml:lang="ja">Okusama</foreign>. Out into the
broadest limelight even the delighted <foreign xml:lang="ja">Okusama</foreign> had
pushed her, and this blinding light entailed a thousand
duties of which she had only vaguely heard
from the patronizing elder <foreign xml:lang="ja">geishas</foreign>. She had ceased
to be the cuddled and petted little Moonlight, loved
and stroked and tossed about by the <foreign xml:lang="ja">geishas</foreign>, because
of her beauty and ingenuous wit. Suddenly
she had become the Spider! It was a new and
fearful name that terrified her.</p>
<p>Matsuda, proud of her success, and at last completely
won over, surrounded her with every luxury.<pb n="20"/>
So far he had forced upon the girl none of the odious
exactions often demanded of the <foreign xml:lang="ja">geishas</foreign> by their
masters, even though the law had defined the exact
services to which he was legally entitled.</p>
<p>A thousand lovers a <foreign xml:lang="ja">geisha</foreign> might have, said the
unwritten law, but to possess one alone was fatal!
She must place a guard of iron before her heart! A
<foreign xml:lang="ja">geisha</foreign> must sip at love as the bee culls the honey
from the blossom, lingering but a moment over each.
The rivers and the many pits of death were filled
with the bodies of the hapless ones who had gone
outside this law, who had dared to permit the passionate
heart to escape beyond the prescribed bounds.</p>
<p>Moonlight, with all the witching arts of the
<foreign xml:lang="ja">geisha</foreign> at her finger-tips, with a beauty as rare and
mysterious as though she were a princess of some
new world, had found it thus far an easy task to
follow the rules laid down for her class. Like a
fragile flower that must not be touched lest its
bloom be soiled, the master of the <foreign xml:lang="ja">geisha</foreign>-house
jealously protected his star from all possible contamination.
She was held out as a lure to captivate
and draw to his house the rich and noble ones; but,
like some precious jewel in a casket, she was but
to be seen, not touched! Matsuda was determined
to save his most precious possession for the highest
of bidders. Now his patience had met its due reward.
The most illustrious head of the house of
the exalted Saito solicited his services!</p>
<pb n="21"/>
<p>So, while Matsuda gloated over the rich reward
to be reaped surely from his lordly patron, the
Spider was looking with frightened eyes into those
of the Lord Saito Gonji, and she trembled and
turned very pale under his somber glance. All her
gay insouciance, her saucy, quick repartee, the
teasing, witching little graces for which she now
was noted, seemed to have deserted her. It troubled
her that she was unable to obey the command of
her master and make his most noble patron smile.
Within the piercing eyes which sought her own she
seemed to read only some tragic question, which,
alas, she felt unable to answer.</p>
<p><q>I desire to please you, noble sir</q>, she said, plaintively,
and added, with an impulsive motion of her
little hands: <q>Alas! It is my duty!</q></p>
<p>For the first time a faint smile quivered across
the young man’s lips; but he did not speak. He
continued to regard her in that musing fashion, as
though he studied every feature of her face and
drank in its loveliness with something of resignation
and despair.</p>
<p>His curious silence affected her. Was it not
possible to arouse the strange one, then, to some
animation and interest? Timidly she put out her
hand—a mute, charming little gesture—then rested
it upon his own. As though her touch had some
electric power which stirred him to the depths, he
leaned suddenly toward her, inclosing her hand<pb n="22"/> in
a close, almost painful grip. Now hungrily, pleadingly,
his look enveloped her. His voice trembled
with the emotion he sought vainly to control.</p>
<p><q><foreign xml:lang="ja">Geisha</foreign>, if it were possible—if we belonged in
another land—if it were not for the customs of the
ancestors—I would tell you what is in my heart!</q></p>
<p>Like a child, wondering and curious, she answered:</p>
<p><q>I pray you, tell me! To keep a troubled secret
is like carrying a cup brim full!</q></p>
<p><q>I will ask you a question</q>, he said incisively.
<q>Wilt thou be my wife for all the lives yet to
come?</q></p>
<p>As he spoke the forbidden words the Spider
turned very pale. She sought to withdraw her
trembling hands from his, but he held to them with
a passionate tenacity. She could not speak. She
could but look at him mutely, piteously; and her
lovely, pleading gaze but added to the man’s distraction.</p>
<p><q>Answer me!</q> he entreated. <q>Make me the
promise, beautiful little mousmé!</q></p>
<p>His vehemence and passion frightened her. She
tried to avert her face, to turn it aside from his
burning gaze; but he brought his own insistently
close to hers. She could not escape his impelling
eyes. At last, her bosom heaving up and down
like a little troubled sea, she stammered:</p>
<p><q>You speak so strangely, noble sir. I—I—am
but—a <foreign xml:lang="ja">geisha</foreign> of the House of Slender Pines. Thou<pb n="23"/>
art as far above my sphere as—as—are the honorable
stars in the heavens</q>.</p>
<p>Her voice had a quality of exquisite terror, as
though she sought vainly to thrust aside some
hypnotic force to which she yearned to yield. It
aroused but the ardor of her lover.</p>
<p><q>It is not possible</q>, he murmured, <q>for one to
be above thee, little <foreign xml:lang="ja">geisha</foreign>. Thou art lovelier than
all the visions of the esteemed Sun Lady herself. I
am thy lover for all time. I desire to possess thee
utterly in all the lives yet to come. Make me the
promise, beautiful mousmé, that thou wilt travel
with me—that thou wilt be mine, mine only!</q></p>
<p>She drew back as far from him as it was possible,
with her hands jealously held by his own. Her
wide, frightened eyes were fixed in terror upon his.</p>
<p><q>I cannot speak the words!</q> she gasped. <q>I
dare not speak them, august one!</q></p>
<p>For a moment his face, which had been lighted
by excitement and passion, darkened.</p>
<p><q>You cannot then return my love?</q></p>
<p><q>Ah! They are not words for a <foreign xml:lang="ja">geisha</foreign> to speak.
It is not for such as I to make the long journey with
one so illustrious as thou!</q></p>
<p>A sob broke from her, and because she could no
longer bear to meet his burning gaze she hid her
face with the motion of a child against their clasped
hands.</p>
<p>For a long moment there was silence between<pb n="24"/>
them. Louder, noisier, rose the mirth of the revelers
about them. A dozen <foreign xml:lang="ja">geishas</foreign> pulled at the
three-stringed instruments. As many more swayed
and moved in the figures of the classical dance.
Like great, gaudy butterflies, their bright wings
fluttering behind them, the moving figures of the
tea-maidens passed before them. Almost it seemed
as if they two had been purposely set apart and
forgotten. No one approached them. With concerted
caution, all avoided a glance in the direction
of the guest of honor and the famous one who
had been chosen to beguile and save him. How well
she had performed her task one could see in the
beaming face of Matsuda, the uneasy face of the
elder Lord Saito, and the somewhat scowling one of
the uncle of Ohano.</p>
<p>The Lord Gonji saw nothing of the relatives. He
was oblivious indeed of everything save the shining,
drooped little head upon his hands. Scarcely he
knew his own voice, so superlatively gentle and
wooing was its tone.</p>
<p><q>I pray you, give me complete happiness with
the promise, beloved one</q>, he entreated.</p>
<p>She raised her head slowly; and gravely, wistfully,
her eyes now questioned him. Dimly she realized
the effect of such a union upon his haughty family
and the ancestors.</p>
<p>She was but a <foreign xml:lang="ja">geisha</foreign>, a cultivated toy, educated
for the one purpose of beguiling men and making<pb n="25"/>
their lot brighter. Like the painted and grotesque
comedian who tortured his limbs to make others
laugh, so it was the duty of a <foreign xml:lang="ja">geisha</foreign> to keep ever
the laugh upon her lips, even though the heart
within her broke. It was not possible that to her,
a mere dancing girl, one was offering the entrancing
opportunity of which lovers whisper to each
other. Her face was very pinched and white, the
eyes startlingly large, as she answered him:</p>
<p><q>I dare not speak the words, noble sir. I do not
know the way. The <foreign xml:lang="ja">Meido</foreign> is very far off. We
meet but once. Your honorable parents and the
ancestors would turn back one so humble and insignificant
as I</q>.</p>
<p><q>The honorable parents</q>, he gently explained,
<q>can but point our duty in the present life. In
the lives yet to come we choose our own companions.
If I could—if it were possible—how gladly would
I take thee also for this present life</q>.</p>
<p>She drew back, puzzled, vaguely distressed.</p>
<p><q>You—you do not wish me <hi style="font-style:italic">now</hi> also?</q> she stammered,
and there was a shocked, dazed note in her
voice. He saw what was in her mind, and it startled
him.</p>
<p><q>Do you not know why they have summoned
you here to-night?</q> he questioned.</p>
<p><q>At—at the command of my master</q>, she faltered.
<q>I am here to—to please thee, noble sir.
If it please thee to make a jest—</q></p>
<pb n="26"/>
<p>She broke off piteously and tried to smile. Her
hands slipped from his as he arose suddenly and
looked down at her solemnly, where she still knelt
at his feet.</p>
<p><q>You are here</q>, he said, <q>to celebrate my honorable
betrothal to Takedo Ohano-san</q>.</p>
<p>She did not move, but continued to stare up at
him with the dumb-stricken look of one unjustly
punished. Then suddenly she sobbed, and her
little head rested upon the ground at his feet.</p>
<p><q><foreign xml:lang="ja">Geisha!</foreign></q> He called to her sharply, commandingly,
and yet with a world of pleading emotion.
Matsuda, hovering near, turned and looked loweringly
at the girl on the ground. Her face was
humbly in the dust at the feet of the Lord Saito
Gonji. It was a position unworthy of a <foreign xml:lang="ja">geisha</foreign>, and
Matsuda moved furiously nearer to them. This
was the work of the <foreign xml:lang="ja">Okusama</foreign>, inwardly he fumed.
Now when the <foreign xml:lang="ja">geisha</foreign> was put to the greatest test
she was found wanting. At the feet of the man
when he should have knelt at hers.</p>
<p><q><foreign xml:lang="ja">Geisha</foreign>!</q></p>
<p>This time there was nothing but tenderness in
his voice. He was conscious of the fact that
the girl at his feet was suffering. He loved her,
and was sure that life without her would be both
intolerable and worthless. He had begged her to
travel with him upon the final <q>long journey</q>. She,
in her simple innocence, believed he had asked her<pb n="27"/>
in marriage for this life also. Now, humiliated, she
dared not look at him.</p>
<p>Down he knelt beside her; but when he sought to
put his arms about her, she sprang wildly to her
feet. Not for a moment did she pause, but like
some hunted, terrified thing fled fleetly across the
garden.</p>
<p>He started to follow, but stopped suddenly,
blinded by the sudden excess of madness and rage
that swept over him. For, as she ran, her master,
Matsuda, doubled over in her path. His face was
purple. His wicked little eyes glittered like one
gone insane, and his great thick lips fell apart,
showing the teeth like tusks of some wild beast.
Gonji saw the shining doubled fists as they rose in
the air and descended upon the head of the hapless
Spider. Then he sprang forward like a madman,
leaping at the throat of Matsuda and tossing him
aside like some unclean thing.</p>
<p>She lay unmoving upon her back, her arms cast
out like the wings of a bird on either side. Gonji
caught her up in his arms with a cry that rang out
weirdly over the gardens. It stopped the mirth of
the revelers and brought them in a hushed group
about the pair. Now silence reigned in the gardens
of the Saito.</p>
<p>On the upper floor of the mansion the walls had
been pushed entirely out so that an open pavilion,
flower-laden, made a charming retreat for the<pb n="28"/>
<q>honorable interiors</q>, the ladies of the family, who
might not, with propriety, join their lords in the
revelry. Here, unseen, these <q>precious jewels of
the household</q> might watch the celebration; but
it was the part of the <foreign xml:lang="ja">geisha</foreign> to entertain their lord.
Theirs the lot to receive him when, weary and worn,
he must eventually return for rest.</p>
<p>Now, from their <foreign xml:lang="ja">sake</foreign>-sipping the ladies were
aroused by that cry of Saito Gonji. Over the
lantern-hung, flower-laden trellis they leaned, their
shrill voices sounding strangely in the silence that
had fallen upon the entire company. Some one
lighted a torch and swung it above the group on
the ground. Under its light the mother of Gonji,
and his bride, Ohano, saw the form of the Spider;
and beside her, enveloping her in his arms, whispering
to and caressing her, was the Lord Saito
Gonji.</p>
<p>Japanese women are trained to hide their deepest
emotions. All the world tells of their impassive
stoicism; but human nature is human nature, after
all. So the bride shrieked like one who has lost
his mind, but the cry was strangled ere it was half
uttered. When the Lady Saito’s hand was withdrawn
from the mouth of the bride, the pallid-faced
Ohano slipped humbly to her knees, and,
shaking like a leaf in a storm, stammered:</p>
<p><q>I—I—b-but laughed at the antics of the comedians.
Oh, d-d-d-did you see—</q></p>
<pb n="29"/>
<p>Here she broke off and hid her face, with a
muffled sob, upon the breast of the elder woman.
Without a word the latter led the girl inside, and
the maidens drew the <foreign xml:lang="ja">shoji</foreign> into place, closing the
floor.</p>
<pb n="30"/>
</div>
<div type="chapter">
<head>CHAPTER V</head>
<p><q>Omi! Omi! Are you there? Wretched
little maiden, why do you not come?</q>
The Spider peered vainly down through
the patch in her floor. Then, at the
faint sound of a sliding foot without,
she slapped the section of matting into place again
and fell to work in panic haste upon her embroidery.</p>
<p>A passing <foreign xml:lang="ja">geisha</foreign> thrust in a curious face through
the screens and wished her a pleasant day’s work.
The Spider responded cheerfully and showed her
little white teeth in the smile her associates knew
so well. But the instant the <foreign xml:lang="ja">geisha</foreign> had glided out
of sight she was back at the patch again. She called
in a whisper: <q>Omi! Omi! Omi-san!</q> but no answering
treble child-voice responded.</p>
<p>For a while she crouched over the patch and
sought to peer down into the passage below. As
she knelt, something sharp flew up and smote against
her cheek. She grasped at it. Then, hastily closing
the patch and, with stealthy looks about her, pausing
a moment with alert ears to listen, she opened
at last the note. It was crushed about a pebble,
and was written on the thinnest of tissue-paper.</p>