The Lady and Sada San eBook

Frances Little
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 115 pages of information about The Lady and Sada San.

The Lady and Sada San eBook

Frances Little
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 115 pages of information about The Lady and Sada San.

I would be ashamed to tell you how long it is between Jack’s letters.  He says the activity of the revolutionists in China is seriously interfering with traffic of every kind.  All right, let it go at that!  Now he has gone way up north of Harbin.  In the name of anything why cannot he be satisfied?  England is with him.  I do not know who also is in the party.  Neither do I care.  I do not like it a little bit.  Jealous?  The idea.  Just plain furious.  I am no more afraid of Jack falling in love with another woman than I am of Saturn making Venus a birthday present of one of his rings.  The trouble is she may fall in love with him, and it is altogether unnecessary for any other woman to get her feelings disturbed over Jack.

I fail to see the force of his argument that it is not safe nor wise for any woman in that country, and yet for him to show wild enthusiasm over the presence of the Britisher.  No, Jack has lost his head over intellect.  It may take a good sharp blow for him to realize that intellect, pure and simple, is an icy substitute for love.  Like most men he is so deadly sure of one, he is taking a holiday with the other.

Of course you are laughing at me.  So would Jack.  And both would say it is unworthy.  That’s just it.  It is the measly little unworthies that nag one to desperation.  Besides, Mate, I shrink from any more trouble, any more heart-aches as I would from names.  The terror of the by-gone years creeps over me and covers the present like a pall.

There is only one thing left to do.  Work.  Work and dig, till there is not an ounce of strength left for worry.  I stay in the kindergarten every available minute.  The unstinted friendship of the kiddies over there, is the heart’s-ease for so many of life’s hurts.

There are always the long walks, when healing and uplift of spirit can be found in the beauty of the country.  I tramp away all alone.  The little Swede begs often to go.  At first I rather enjoyed him.  But he is growing far too affectionate.  I am not equal to caring for two young things; a broken-hearted girl and a homesick fat boy are too much for me.  He is improving so rapidly I think it better for him to talk love stories and poetry to some one more appreciative.  I am not in a very poetical mood.  He might just as well talk to the pretty young teacher as to talk about her all the time.

I have scores of friends up and down the many country roads I travel.  The boatmen on the silvery river, who always wave their head rags in salute, the women hoeing in the fields with babies on their backs, stop long enough to say good day and good luck.  The laughing red-cheeked coolie girls pause in their work of driving piles for the new bridge to have a little talk about the wonders of a foreigner’s head.  With bated breath they watch while I give them proof that my long hatpins do not go straight through my skull.

The sunny greetings of multitudes of children lift the shadows from the darkest day, and always there is the glorious scenery; the shadowed mystery of the mountains, a turquoise sky, the blossoms and bamboo.  The brooding spirit of serenity soon envelops me, and in its irresistible charm is found a tender peace.

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