Part 9 (1/2)

All was soon settled, the first gifts were exchanged, and the comforted hearts of the two young people were filled with joy.

But they had to wait Lord Chou's return before proceeding with the ceremony.

Chou did not come back until eight months later. It is needless to say that, when he did so, all his relations and friends came to drink cups of wine with him to ”wash down the dust of the journey.” At last his wife told him what had happened, affirming that all was decided. But the eyes of the master of the house became round and white, and he bellowed:

”O filthy imbecile, who gave you the right to betroth our daughter to a wine merchant? Is there no son of decent family who would marry her?

Do you wish to make us a laughing-stock?”

While he was thus cursing his wife, the servant came up to them, crying:

”Come quickly and save the child! She was behind the door, and heard your cries. She fell down and is no longer breathing.”

Stumbling in her haste, the mother ran out. She saw her daughter lying on the ground and was about to raise her, but her husband prevented her, saying:

”Leave her! She was bringing dishonor on us! If she is to die, then let her die!”

Seeing her mistress held back, Kind-Welcome bent over the girl. But Chou, with a blow that made the air whistle between his fingers sent her against the wall. In his rage, he seized his wife and shook her roughly, and she howled like a dog. The neighbors heard her and ran in, fearing that there was disaster. Soon the room was filled with women, all talking at the same time. But the master of it roughly bade them be silent:

”I do not allow any spying upon my private affairs.”

The neighbors retired in discomfort, and the mother threw herself upon her daughter's body, whose ends were already cold. She sobbed:

”You would not have died if I had come to you. O murderer, you have let her die of set purpose. You did not want to give her the four or five thousand ounces which her grandfather left her.”

He went out, panting like a boar with anger. The mother did not cease to lament her loss: her daughter had been so gentle and so clever. At length the time came to shut down the coffin, and Chou angrily said to his wife:

”You pretend that I let her die so as not to lose four thousand ounces? I order you to put all her jewels in the tomb with her. That is more than five thousand ounces, one would think.”

They brought in the wu-tso, the Inspector of Corpses, and also his a.s.sistant, to verify the death and to help in hearsing her. The keeper of the family graveyard and his brother, the two Chang, were also there to a.s.sist in the mournful work.

The time came for the funeral, and the procession went forth from the town. The coffin was placed in a brick tomb, and the first shovels of earth were thrown upon it. Then all returned home. Three feet of cold insensitive earth covered the body of this young beauty, and it had been full of love.

Now the Inspector of Corpses had a worthless fellow named Feng for his a.s.sistant. This miserable boy, on coming back from the cemetery in the evening, said to his mother: ”An excellent day's work! Tomorrow we shall be rich.”

”And what successful stroke of business have you concluded?”

”Today we buried the daughter of Chou, and all her jewels were put in the coffin with her. Instead of leaving them to enrich the earth, would it not be better to take them?”

”Think before you do such a terrible thing!” his mother begged. ”This is no matter of a mere whipping. Your father wanted to do the same thing twenty years ago. He opened a coffin, and the corpse began to smile at him. Your father died of that in four or five days. My son, do not do it. It is no easy matter.”

”Mother,” he answered simply, ”my mind is made up. Do not waste your breath on me, for that is useless.”

He bent over his bed, and took out of it a heavy iron tool.

”O mother, not each person's destiny is the same. I have consulted soothsayers, and they have told me that I shall become rich this year.”

He took also an axe, a leather sack, and a dark lantern, which he placed in readiness. Finally he wrapped himself in a great mantle of reeds, for it was the eleventh moon and the snow had begun to fall.

He made a sort of hurdle with about ten inter-crossed bamboos, and fastened it behind his mantle, so that it should drag along the ground and efface his foot-prints.

The second watch was sounding when he went out, and all was still bustle and gaiety in the town. But beyond the walls both silence and solitude reigned in the growing cold. The snow was already thick. Who would have ventured out there?