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Author of 
"In Japanese Hospitals during War time." 

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THE sun was sinking behind the City 
of Tokyo, but a few golden 
shafts pierced the gathering 
darkness, lighting up the windows of 
the War Office, Admiralty, and other 
Government buildings with a fiery 
brilliance. There was an unusual stir 
abroad, for news had arrived in the 
morning that the men in whose hands 
the honour of the country rested, had 
at last been victorious. Port Arthur 
had fallen ! 

Men and women were chatting to- 
gether in little groups as they gathered 
from all directions in Hibiya Park, 
each carrying a torch, a red balloon, or 
paper lantern. When the brief eastern 
twilight had passed, the long procession 
began to form for the circuit of the 
city, and the large square in the centre 
resembled a sea of waving light. A 


ripple of laughter and merriment per- 
vaded the gay scene, as thousands of 
lanterns of various shapes and sizes 
were lighted, amidst shouts of 
" banzai " (Long life to the Emperor) 
and the strident sounds of Japanese 
, bands. Slowly it wound its serpentine 
I way round the large moat surrounding 
the Emperor's Palace, past the Foreign 
Legations, through the narrow streets, 
and up the steep hill leading to the 
Red Cross Hospital at Shibuya — on 
and on for many miles through the 
small hours of the night, till weary 
children dropped asleep by the way- 
side, still clasping their tiny coloured 

It was a novel scene to Violet Court- 
ley who had recently arrived from 
England on a visit to her brother, one 
of the Secretaries at the British Em- 
bassy. As she stood watching it at 
the great entrance gates, some lads 
swung their lanterns high, and the light 
flashed upon the girl's pretty brown 
hair and rosy cheeks. She laughingly 
responded to their cries of " banzai," 
feeling with them the " joie de vivre," 


which seemed to animate the whole 

Major Yoshimo and his cousin, Sumo 
Kano, were amongst the party, having 
been Charles Courtley's guests at 
dinner. The former had been in- 

valided home from the front after 
an attack of beri beri, that insidious 
disease which results in anaemia or 
paralysis, and sometimes ends in death. 
Although rapidly regaining his 
strength, he knew that some weeks 
must still elapse before he could be 
fit for active service, and he often 
chafed at his enforced idleness. He 
was tall for a Japanese, and had the 
upright bearing and keen, far-seeing 
look of a man born to command. 

Sumo Kano, a lad of twenty, had 
only lately passed through the Military 
Academy, and he and Major Yoshimo 
spoke English fluently, as every stu- 
dent before leaving, is obliged to 
perfect himself in at least one European 

They were both friends of Charles 
Courtley, who always welcomed them 
to his bungalow, where Violet made a 


lively and attractive hostess. It was 
her first visit to Japan, and the mystic 
East appealed to her imagination. She 
was amazed at hearing that both 
officers and privates, after showing 
intrepid courage in the field, would 
often write and send home poems full 
of loyalty and patriotism, or of tender 
and artistic feeling. 

Sumo Kano had just handed her a 
translation of some verses by General 
Fukushima, which she began to read 
aloud by the light of the passing 

"Well known throughout the world is our Japan, 
From its bright banner gleams the Rising Sun, 
Its old Imperial House, still nobly rules 
O'er fifty million loving patriot hearts. 
Our arms are justice, and the right of man, 
In courage, loyalty, we yield to none. 
Arise, with strength renewed, men of our race, 
As Spring renews the charger's prancing strength. 
We war for right and man — our foe is nought, 
Glorious for evermore shall be our War." 

Major Yoshimo stood at her side, 
and, while listening to her soft and 
musical voice, cast admiring glances 
at her bright face. When she had 
finished reading, he hesitated a 
moment, and then ventured to whisper 



in her ear " domei." She half turned 
towards him for an explanation, and 
he added softly with a meaning glance, 
" Allies — England and Japan." 





THE British Embassy at Tokyo 
is situated on a hill facing the 
Imperial Palace, and is sur- 
rounded by high walls, the two en- 
trance gates being guarded by sentries. 
It stands in beautiful pleasure grounds 
with shady trees and long stretches of 
real turf, instead of the prickly dwarf 
bamboo which usually takes the place 
of grass throughout Japan. The 
secretaries and other officials live within 
its precincts, each having his own 
bungalow and private garden. 

One morning early in February when 
those first heralds of spring, the plum 
trees, were pushing out fat pink buds, 
which would soon develope into masses 
of rosy bloom, Violet Courtley was 
sitting in the verandah reading her 
morning letters. She was thinking 
over one she had received from James 
Morton, who was with the army in 
Manchuria as War Correspondent and 



Draughtsman to the "Daily Report." 
They had known each other from early 
childhood and called each other by 
Christian names. Violet often spoke 
of her former playmate as " dear 
old Jim," little suspecting that he had 
a far deeper feeling for her than mere 
friendship. He owned a fine property 
near a quiet little town in Wales, and 
hoped the day would come when Violet 
Courtley would consent to be its 
chatelaine. Once he was on the point 
of asking her, when he overheard her 
chafnngly saying to a friend, " A girl 
might as well be in Purdah as buried 
in a country village," and he thought 
it would be better to wait awhile, and 
try gradually to win her affections. 

Jim was devoted to his home in 
Wales, and quite prepared to settle 
down eventually to the life of a country 
gentleman, but before doing so, he 
wished to see something of the world, 
and gladly accepted the post offered 
him, which promised to be full of 
interest and adventure. Another 

inducement was, that he would be 
nearer Violet, and have a chance of 



seeing her on his return voyage. The 
letter was characteristic of the writer 
and ran as follows : — 

" Dear Violet, 

I have been a long time 
writing to you, as my days are fully 
occupied making sketches, and send- 
ing home reports, but I try to write 
a few letters every evening before 
turning in. It is bitterly cold, and 
lately we have had nothing but grey 
skies and lashing hailstorms. I 
hope the spring will soon be upon 
us now, and then we may hope that 
the troops will be able to make a 
forward move. The soldiers seem 
to be a very hardy lot, and such 
plucky little beggars. They never 
complain of hardships, but are only 
keen to push on, and are very tired 
of waiting here. Yesterday a poor 
fellow committed harakiri, because 
his lungs were bad and he was 
ordered home. He said, 'If I kill 
myself my spirit will be with my 
comrades at the front, so I will 
prove my loyalty by death.' I don't 



suppose the number will ever be 
known of the wounded men who have 
killed themselves after battle, sooner 
than fall alive into the hands of the 
enemy. It seems strange that this 
form of suicide should be honoured 
as the highest act of self-sacrifice. 

Well, here we are awaiting orders 
and reinforcements. Whether any 
Correspondents will be allowed to 
follow the army when it moves on 
is uncertain, though I have a better 
chance than some other more well- 
known men, who have been trying 
to get their despatches through the 
lines. I lie low like Brer Rabbit, 
and show every line that I pen to the 
Censor, who is very friendly, and 
beginning to treat me with less 
suspicion. I heard rather a good 
story the other day. B.T. had been 
kept in the background because he 
tried to force his news through, so 
he went to one of the Generals and 
asked leave to move on. He was 
rather indignant and excited, and 
said, ' Here I have been for weeks 
wasting all my time, and am still 



kept on the very outskirts of the 
army. When will you give me a 
pass?' The General was most 
courteous and sympathetic, but made 
no promises, and when B.T. was 
leaving in rather despondent mood, 
he handed him a bottle containing 
sweets, saying ' Please honour me 
by taking one.' Fancy one of our 
Officers sucking sweets while read- 
ing despatches, or in hot weather 
walking about with a fan tucked 
into his gaiters. 

By the way, my mother writes 
that she is very happy at home 
keeping everything warm till my 
return, but she wishes I would hurry 
up and get married. Whenever I 
do, my girl must have fair hair and 
blue eyes, and I hope country tastes. 
Unless I find her it will be a roving 
bachelor's life for me. 

How are you getting along ? 
Don't overdo yourself as you will 
find the spring rather enervating. 
I am told the cherry season is a 
wonderful sight, and that in May the 
wisteria hangs over pergolas, in 



great clusters three or four feet in 

The Russians are hurrying rein- 
forcements through Siberia by the 
little single line railway, and are 
massing their men on the road 
to Mukden. It is said that a 
decisive battle will be fought 
somewhere up there, and that 
this time of inactivity will soon 
be over. The Japanese are also 
getting a fine army together, but if 
by chance they should be defeated, 
I don't believe one man would re- 
turn home alive. They are fighting 
for the very life of their country, and 
have all been heartened up by the 
capitulation of Port Arthur. They 
had close upon 25,000 casualties at 
203 Metre Hill before gaining the 
last position, but after many repulses 
they simply rushed the heights, 
shouting their war-cry, 'tokkan.' 

I have had no letters lately, so do 
take pity on a poor fellow and tell 
me all your doings, and whether 
you are having a good time in Tokyo. 
When the war is over, if all goes 



well, I shall hope to stop there on 
my way home and get a glimpse of 
you and Charlie. 

Yours ever, 


I will write again in about ten 
days' time." 






VIOLET had hardly finished 
pondering over her letter, when 
Major Yoshimo and Sumo Kano 
dropped in for a chat. She always 
found their visits interesting, as they 
told her a great deal about the manners 
and customs in Japan, varied occa- 
sionally with legends and fairy tales, 
of which she kept a collection in a 
manuscript book, labelled " Japanese 
Jottings." They in return asked many 
questions about life in England, being 
especially interested in sport and 
pastimes, and when Violet became 
animated, Major Yoshimo would 
watch for the little dimple that gave 
so much charm to her face. But even 
while listening to her he often felt 
doubts as to the desirability of the free 
lives led by English girls, though 
acknowledging the companionship they 
brought into their homes. 

To-day Violet seemed unusually 
quiet, and presently turning to Major 



Yoshimo she said, " I had a letter from 
the front this morning, telling me that 
the poor wounded men often commit 
seppuku. It seems so barbarous. 
Please tell me why they do it." 

Major Yoshimo replied, " Seppuku, 
or, as it is more often called by Western 
nations, harakiri, is practised by 
soldiers when they can no longer serve 
the Emperor, or fear to be taken 
captives, and sometimes as a protest 
when a wrong has been committed. 
For instance, a few years ago many 
people became anxious about the in- 
tentions of Russia, and Lieutenant 
Okara Takeyoshi was amongst the 
foremost to warn the nation of its 
danger. His words were not heeded, 
and he thought that perhaps if he 
sacrificed his life it might have some 
effect. He therefore went to the 
Temple of Saitokuyi, and committed 
harakiri in front of the graves of his 
ancestors. This happened in the year 
1891. It was a proof of the earnest- 
ness of his convictions, for he hoped 
that an appeal like this would draw 
attention to the matter." 


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While listening to his quiet unemo- 
tional voice Violet felt attracted by 
this strong earnest man, though she 
knew that somehow his explanation 
was quite unsatisfactory according to 
Western ideas. When he rose to take 
leave, on account of some business 
engagement, Sumo Kano remained 
behind, and Violet felt more at ease 
with the merry lad who was always 
ready to frivol, and laughed openly 
at her jokes. To-day he had brought 
a fairy story, and having asked her 
permission, proceeded to read it aloud. 


" Urashima was a fisher boy who 
lived many years ago on one of the 
islands of the Inland Sea. He was an 
only son, and his parents were very 
proud of him, not only on account of 
his skill with the nets, but because he 
was the best-looking and strongest lad 
in the village. One day he went out 
alone in his boat, his sister waving 
him goodbye from the shore. He 
had an unusually large haul of fish, 
and to his surprise found a tor- 



toise amongst them. At first he 

thought of taking it home, as he would 
be able to sell the handsome shell for 
a few sen, but the tortoise looked 
pitifully out of its small eyes, as though 
entreating for its life. Urashima was 
very kind-hearted, he remembered 
that a tortoise is the symbol of long- 
evity, and is supposed to live for ten 
thousand years, so he thought it would 
be a pity to let the poor creature die. 
He therefore disentangled it from the 
net, and dropped it back into the sea, 
saying as he did so, * Long life and 
happiness to you, and please bring me 
good luck.' He then lay back in the 
boat, well satisfied with his day's work, 
and as the waves gently rocked it to 
and fro, he fell fast asleep. When he 
woke he saw a beautiful girl sitting in 
the stern. At first he thought he was 
dreaming till she said in a soft voice, 
* I am Karamuya, daughter of the Sea 
god, who rules the waves. My Father 
wishes me to marry a mortal, and he 
knows you have a good heart, because 
you saved the life of the tortoise. 
Please return with me to the Dragon 



Palace.' Urashima felt dazed with 
the beauty and charm of the Sea 
maiden, and at her bidding he took 
the oars and rowed with all his might, 
while she guided him to his destination. 
" Soon the Dragon Palace rose in 
sight, and as they drew near he saw 
that the walls were built of red coral. 
Its gates, which were inlaid with 
mother-of-pearl, glittered like silver, 
and two golden dragons guarded the 
entrance. All sorts of fishes and 
strange sea monsters frisked round the 
boat, for the Sea god ruled over 
them all, and they had gathered to- 
gether to welcome the Princess and 
her lover. When they reached the 
Palace, the shining gates flew open, 
and a shoal of flying fish leapt out of 
the water and sported and danced 
round the young couple. The Sea 
King himself with beaming smiles 
was waiting to welcome his daughter 
and future son-in-law. The marriage 
took place on the following day, and 
Urashima soon forgot his own people, 
and was content to live in the Palace 
with his lovely bride. 

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" Three years passed away in perfect 
happiness, till one day he remembered 
his parents and longed to see them 
again. He asked the Princess if she 
would allow him to spend three days 
in his old home, ' for my father,' he 
said, ' must be sorrowing at my long 
absence, and probably thinks that I 
am dead.' 

" The Princess wept and made him 
promise to return quickly, ' for I fear,' 
she added, ' that I may never see 
you again.' She then handed him 
a little brown casket, and bade him 
tuck it into the folds of his obi (sash). 
' It will bring you good luck, my 
Beloved, and you will return to me, 
unless you open it to look at the 
contents.' Urashima promised faith- 
fully to keep it closed, and after wish- 
ing her goodbye he launched his boat, 
and hoisting a sail was borne away by 
a gentle breeze. The Princess stood 
on the back of a large turtle, and waved 
a veil of gossamer woven from threads 
of seaweed, till he passed out of sight. 

" Urashima was glad when he 
reached the island, ' for now,' he 



thought, ' I shall see the old people 
and afterwards return to my Princess, 
and never leave her again.' 

" When he landed he expected to 
find some of his friends on the beach, 
but to his surprise there were only 
strangers mending their nets. The 
village had disappeared, and a large 
modern town had taken its place. He 
wondered how three years could have 
brought about such changes, so he 
accosted one of the fishermen, and 
asked the whereabouts of Urashima's 
cottage. The man laughed in his face, 
'What are you talking about? Ura- 
shima has been dead for more than 
300 years. There is a legend that he 
disappeared from home, and his Father 
searched for him amongst the islands 
for many years, till one day a typhoon 
arose, and the old man was not heard 
of any more, till the waves washed his 
dead body ashore. How strange that 
you should ask about the cottage, for 
this fine town has been built round the 
spot where it once stood ! ' 

" Then Urashima perceived that he 
had been living in Fairyland, and that 



each year spent in the Sea god's 
Palace represented a hundred, and he 
wept when he thought of the grief he 
had caused his father. But it was no 
use lamenting now, nor remaining 
longer on the island, so he hastened 
to the place where he had left his boat. 
Alas ! it had disappeared, and as he 
had no money in his pocket, all the 
fishermen refused to lend him one. 
In his despair he forgot the orders of 
the Princess, and forced open the lid 
of the little box, hoping it might help 
him to find his boat. But it only 
contained a tiny white cloud, which 
rose into the air, and gradually in- 
creased in size and strength, till it was 
transformed into a diaphanous ball 
of delicate rainbow hues. Urashima 
realised that unless he could catch and 
imprison it, he would never see his 
Princess and the Dragon Palace again, 
so he rushed after it, shouting, ' Stop ! 
Stop ! ' Once he was so near that he 
felt almost sure of capturing it, when 
a gust of wind bore it away, far out of 

" Urashima felt iiis strength failing, 



and he sank exhausted on the beach 
by the side of a pool, which had been 
left by the ebbing tide. As he fell, 
he caught a reflection of himself in the 
clear water, and saw that his hair had 
turned snow white, that his skin 
resembled shrivelled parchment, and 
that his back was bent double. From 
a handsome youth, he had turned into 
an old, old man, and was once more a 
mortal. He knew that his spirit was 
passing away, so he folded his kimono 
round him, and watched the transpar- 
ent bubble" floating in the ethereal 
blue of the sky, till he could see it no 
longer. Then his eyes closed, and 
Urashima breathed his last." 

Violet had been listening with the 
greatest interest. " What a charming 
fairy tale to copy into my ' Japanese 
Jottings,' and you have translated 
it so well and poetically." 

" I must not take all the credit for 
that," Sumo Kano replied, "as an 
English master at one of the schools 
helped me considerably, and corrected 
the manuscript, which was full of 



" I think," Violet continued, " that 
the Japanese must be very fond of 
nature, for I have been reading a 
translation of some poems lately, and 
they are full of allusions to gardens, 
mountains, and sunsets." 

Sumo Kano smiled. " We love our 
mountains, with their legends of giants, 
demons, dwarfs, and goblins, and also 
the quieter fairy tales about flowers. 
Our people never tire of listening to a 
professional story-teller, and they will 
often sit round him for hours. He 
usually winds up with some heroic in- 
cident, or with the history of one of 
the ' Forty-seven Ronins,' which is 
always a welcome subject. But I 
think mountains after all appeal to us 
the most. Did you notice Fuji San 
last night with its fresh nightcap of 
snow, and how clearly our beautiful 
mountain can be seen on a clear moon- 
light night f " 

" It was wonderful," replied Violet, 
" and I tried to write a little poem on 
its beauty like the ladies do at the 
Empress' Court, although it is impos- 
sible for words adequately to describe 



it. But tell me why you call it Fuji 
San. I thought San was only used in 
addressing people, and not when 
speaking of things." 

" Fuji cannot be spoken of as a 
thing," he replied, " for our sacred 
mountain was alive with fire centuries 
ago, and has stood since the world 
began, longer even than the many 
thousand years of our Emperor's 

A mischievous twinkle came into 
Violet's eyes. " I suppose then he too is 
Tenno San, or, perhaps, Mikado San." 

Sumo Kano's face visibly stiffened. 
" Our Emperor," he replied, " is 
reverenced as the Son of Heaven ; he 
stands apart in the hearts of his 
People. All the warriors' souls are 
concentrated on him, and his spirit 
inspires and leads them in the field." 
Then with boyish enthusiasm he added, 
" If I had a hundred lives I would 
sacrifice them all in his service, for 
my Emperor is altogether ' shinsei ' 

Violet felt a little abashed before 
this impetuous young man, who now 



stood up, made two formal bows, and 
wished her goodbye. She noticed that 
he did not turn to make his customary 
third bow at the end of the little gravel 
path, but hurried quickly away. 






THE next evening Violet and her 
brother were alone, and after 
dinner they wheeled up two 
armchairs in front of the wood fire. 

" Charlie," she said, "it is really a 
treat to have you all to myself. You 
shall smoke a pipe and talk to me 
while I work." Then she told him 
about Sumo Kano. " I am afraid I 
hurt his feelings as he evidently did 
not approve of my harmless little joke." 

Charlie replied, rather gravely, " I 
daresay he will forgive you, as he will 
think you did not know any better, 
but really Vi you must be more careful 
in future, and don't speak of the 
Emperor as Mikado, while you are 
here ; it is not considered respectful, 
though the word is commonly used in 

Violet tried to look penitent, but not 
very successfully. "It is difficult to 



know how to behave properly in a 
country like this, where people are so 
tremendously patriotic that it almost 
takes one's breath away. Do tell me 
a little about this wonderful Emperor, 
and why he is so adored." 

"To do this I should have to trace 
back the history of Japan for many 
centuries, so I think you had better 
read it up yourself, but in the mean- 
time I will try to give you an outline 
of the circumstances that have made 
him the idol of his People. I must 
begin by explaining that in the Feudal 
times every Daimio (territorial Lord) 
kept his own band of loyal and dis- 
ciplined Samurai (fighting men) who 
were armed to the teeth. They com- 
posed the Gentry, and were a class to 
themselves. It was said of old Japan 
that ' all gentlemen were soldiers and 
all soldiers gentlemen.' In the twelfth 
century, a Shogun (Commander in 
Chief of the Daimios) practically be- 
came Ruler of the country, and his 
successors continued in power till the 
last century. It was to his interest to 
encourage the belief that the Emperor 



was a god who must not be gazed upon 
by a profane eye. He was therefore 
kept in isolated splendour, and was 
practically a prisoner. When he left 
the Palace, which was very rarely, his 
sacred person was hidden behind silken 
curtains. If you ever go to Kyoto, 
the old capital, you will see the rooms 
that he inhabited. They are quite 
small and unpretentious compared with 
the magnificence of those used by the 

" When was the Shogunate abol- 
ished ? " inquired Violet ;' " I think I 
heard it was about fifty years ago ? " 

" Yes," replied Charlie, " the crisis 
came when the present Emperor 
ascended the throne in 1868, at which 
time the Tokugawa clan had held 
power for 250 years. Many of the 
leading Daimios determined to bring 
the Shogunate to an end, and rein- 
state the Emperor as Supreme Head of 
the Kingdom. They proved their 
loyalty to him by a fine act of 
patriotism, as they not only sur- 
rendered their feudal rights, but laid 
their lands and revenues at his feet, 



which accounts for many of the nobles 
at the present day being comparatively 
poor for their position." 

" Was the Emperor consulted about 
these changes ? " 

" Most certainly, for they could never 
have been accomplished unless he had 
been a man of determined character 
and immense courage, who was him- 
self desirous of being emancipated from 
the seclusion of his ancestors. It was 
a great upheaval of long established 
laws and customs, and led to civil war 
and risings in many of the provinces. 
One of the most important was headed 
by a famous leader, Saigo Takamori, 
in 1877, who had begun life as a 
Samurai. It lasted until he and the 
remaining five hundred of his followers 
fell before the Imperialist Conquerors. 
When he found himself wounded and 
unable to fight any longer, he committed 
' harakiri,' the final act of a defeated 
Samurai. About that time a large 
red star appeared in the sky, and it 
was said that the soul of the warrior 
had gone up into it. Although a rebel 
chief he is still venerated for his 



military prowess, and admired for his 
soldierly qualities." 

" Did it take long before the people 
settled down ?, » 

" About twenty years, by which 
time all the followers of the Shogun 
came into line, acknowledged the 
absolute supremacy of the Emperor, 
and promised him their allegiance. 
As soon as they found it was inevitable, 
they contentedly accepted the new 
Regime with true oriental stoicism." 

Violet was immensely interested. 
M I have noticed that the word ' Meiji ' 
is frequently used when allusion is 
made to the present reign. Has it 
anything to do with what you have 
been telling me!" 

11 Rather," replied Charlie, " it 
means ' Enlightened Reign,' and one 
might almost call it the Emperor's 
watch-word. Just consider what has 
been done, and is still going on at the 
present time, under the capable states- 
men who compose his Government. 
The whole country has been opened 
up, railways and telegraph systems 
introduced, universal conscription, 



trade with foreign nations, and tariff 
established, while Western civilization 
is making daily strides. The Emperor 
with his guiding hand has not only led 
his people through the dangerous 
Restoration time, but has given them 
a Constitution, established a system for 
schools and universities, and patronised 
the fine arts. Can you wonder that 
the nation looks up with profound 
veneration to a Ruler, who has sur- 
mounted all difficulties, and brought 
it peace and prosperity ? " 

" Surely all these changes, which 
have been brought about in less than 
fifty years, must make the people 
rather conceited ? " questioned Violet. 

" Yes, you are right, they are simply 
forging ahead, and if they are vic- 
torious in this war they will probably 
suffer from swelled heads for a time, 
but I believe the condition will only be 
transitory, as they are too sensible to 
risk losing their prestige with foreign 
Powers, and their shrewd common 
sense will eventually keep them 

" Do tell me some more, Charlie, it 



is almost like a fairy tale. I heard 
the other day that children are taught 
patriotism from baby-hood. Is this 
true ? but possibly you are not so 
well up in education as in the history 
of Japan ? " 

" I can tell you a good deal, as two 
years ago I made friends with one of 
the Professors at the ' Peers School,' 
but it is a wide subject, and I think 
we had better keep it for another quiet 

" I really think it will be best," said 
Violet, " for my head would hardly 
hold any more information to-night. 
I will just ask one more question on 
quite another subject. Do Japanese 
cook and eat black-beetles ? " 

" Good Heavens, Vi, what on earth 
are you driving at ? " 

" Because I met a tourist the other 
day, who assured me solemnly that 
this was the case, and when I told him 
I did not believe it, he still stuck to his 

Charlie gave a hearty laugh. " I 
know the sort of fellow, one of those 
typical globe-trotters who rush round 

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the world, listen to every ' canard,' 
and have the cheek to write about their 
travels when they reach home. They 
think after spending a few weeks in 
foreign countries, that they know as 
much about them as men who have 
lived there for many years, and then 
they publish their experiences in some 
rubbishy third-class paper." 

" You are down on them Charlie, and 
no doubt they deserve it, though I 
suppose after all it is only one here 
and there who is so silly. If they air 
their views at the Embassy it must be 
rather trying for Lady W — . Only 
last week when we were dining there, 
a man who had just arrived in Tokyo 
took me in to dinner, and evidently 
considered me a walking guide-book. 
He asked me to recommend him not 
only curio shops and picture dealers, 
but a tailor and bootmaker. Then he 
wanted to know whether it would be 
safe for his wife to walk alone in the 
city, and if there were wolves and bears 
in the mountains. He seemed quite 
disappointed at not having seen any 
Japanese women with tiny distorted 



feet, so I told him we were not in 
Peking, and recommended him to 
buy Chamberlain's book, ' Things 
Japanese', where he would find the 
information he required. I was nearly 
bored to tears, when mercifully her 
Excellency made a move to the 

Violet now glanced at the clock, 
and gathering up her work wished her 
brother good-night. " I have enjoyed 
our chat ever so much, and shall look 
forward to our next evening together, 
when you will tell me about education." 
As she went off to her room she 
laughingly exclaimed, " Japan seems 
to me a bewildering, fascinating, topsy- 
turvy, and altogether extraordinary 






AS time went on, Charles Courtley 
saw but little of his sister 
except at meals, the work at 
the Embassy becoming so heavy that 
often he had no time for his private 
correspondence except in the evenings. 
Occasionally a few friends came to 

The English ladies in Tokyo tried to 
give Violet a good time, and she was 
often invited to accompany them on 
long jinrikisha rides into the country. 
But after becoming a member of the 
Red Cross Society she found her in- 
terest in amusements gradually 
diminishing. There seemed so much 
help needed, and she undertook a 
great deal of work at home. Some- 
times she would have afternoon 
gatherings of her girl friends, when the 
result would be a pile of finished gar- 
Once a week there were practices at 



the headquarters of the Society, and 
Japanese and foreign ladies assembled 
to hear a lecture on nursing, and to 
learn bandaging. Violet could not 
understand a word of the lecture, but 
she learnt a good deal by the diagrams 
on the blackboard. There were usually 
three or four Princesses present, and 
amongst them was a dainty little lady 
whom Violet named the " Flower 
Princess." She had a clear creamy- 
white complexion and almond eyes ; 
her hair was elaborately dressed with 
jewelled combs, and she always wore 
exquisitely embroidered kimonos. Her 
tiny feet were clothed in snow white 
tabi (socks reaching to the ankle). 
She seemed the embodiment of rest- 
fulness, remaining almost immovable 
during the lecture, her soft dark eyes 
fixed upon the Doctor and apparently 
drinking in every word. 

One evening on her return, Violet 
found Major Yoshimo waiting in the 
little sitting-room. He seemed very 
thoughtful, and presently said, " I 
should like to tell you that I have 
been reading the Bible lately, with one 

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of my countrymen who is a Chaplain 
at St Andrew's College. I am trying to 
find a belief that is broader and deeper 
than Shintoism, and as our Emperor 
openly patronizes Christianity, and 
is tolerant of every form of religion, I 
feel no misgivings about studying it. 
We know that His Majesty desires all 
his subjects to think and choose for 
themselves, and many of them feel 
like myself that the beautiful simplicity 
of Shinto worship may lead us on to a 
deeper and fuller knowledge of the 
truth. But as the late Mr Fukuzawa 
said, ' My conscience does not allow 
me to clothe myself with any religion 
unless I have it at heart.' " 

Violet was puzzled. " I thought," 
she said, " you told me that you often 
attended Buddhist festivals." 

" That is true," he replied, " for I 
have been taught to believe in both 
religions. Shinto is the national and 
state one, as well as the oldest, and 
dates from the accession of Jimmu 
Tenno whose grandmother was 
Amaterasu, the Sun Goddess. Our 
prayers are addressed to the spirits 



of the dead, and often the temples only 
contain a mirror, the symbol of per- 
fection, and strips of paper which 
symbolise purity." 

" But why are you a Buddhist as 
well as a believer in Shintoism ? " 
Violet enquired. 

" Possibly the reason is, that I was 
born and brought up in Tokyo, and as 
a child frequently attended services 
in the Nishi Hongwanji Temple. It 
stands out nobly in the heart of the 
city, and was restored four years ago 
at a cost of two hundred thousand yen. 
For many centuries the two religions 
were intermingled, and although nomin- 
ally separated at the beginning of the 
present reign, there is no bar against 
believing in both. But I confess that 
although I am attracted by the magni- 
ficence of Buddhist temples, with 
their costly ornaments and gorgeous 
vestments, my heart is not satisfied, 
and unless I can find a new religion, I 
shall probably become an agnostic, and 
give up all belief except adoration of 
my Emperor, and reverence of my 



Violet saw that he was desperately 
in earnest, and felt glad that he was in 
the safe hands of one of the native 
clergy at St Andrews. " I should 
like," she said, " to help you if I could, 
only " — But the conversation abruptly 
came to an end by the arrival of some 
visitors, and Major Yoshimo, rising 
from his seat, bowed several times, and 
wished her goodbye. 

In the evening Charlie was dining 
at the Embassy, so Violet after a hasty 
meal, selected two or three books on 
Buddhism from his study, and sat up 
late reading them. They contained 
some beautiful thoughts consistent with 
Christian teaching, some of which she 
copied into her book of " Japanese 

" Gautama Buddha, the royal seeker 
after truth, lived in the sixth century 
B.C. He was humble, gentle and 
courageous, and tried to solve the 
mystery of sorrow, sin, and death. He 
taught that by the extinction of natural 
passions and desires (such as anger, 
avarice, grief, &c), it was possible, 
even in this life, to enter upon a state 



of tranquillity and rest which would 
in the great hereafter be merged into 
Nirvana. The eight steps leading to 
this happy state on earth, are right faith, 
right resolution, right speech, right 
action, right living, right effort, right 
thought, and right self -concent ration. 
Sakyamuni, a disciple of Buddha, says, 
- Evil does not come from outside, but 
is in one's self, therefore by one's self 
must come remedy and release.' 
Buddhism is a message of much un- 
deniable truth inculcating as it does, 
unselfishness and charity. The noble 
founder showed his sincerity by leaving 
his royal home, giving up wealth and 
power, and the luxury indulged in by 
Oriental Princes, in order to try to 
bring happiness and release from pain 
to suffering humanity. But the great 
and holy thinker failed, because he 
was man and not God, and conse- 
quently, by his own power, could 
neither give peace nor hope of salva- 

Violet felt that the study of 
Buddhism would be a life long work, 
and as she replaced the heavy volumes, 



she hoped that Major Yoshimo would 
find all the help he needed from 
Inouye San, who was considered one of 
the ablest men amongst the native 

When she went to sleep that night, 
her thoughts were full of what she had 
heard and read, and they wove them- 
selves into the following dream : — 

She seemed to be looking up at the 
colossal image of the Buddha at Kama- 
kura, which was flooded with liquid 
gold by the blazing mid- day sun. He 
was gazing through his half-closed eyes 
with a tranquil smile, upon a crowd of 
pilgrims who were bowing in adoration 
before him. It was the smile of a god 
who " watches the dance of time to the 
tune of death," and has himself passed 
into the eternal peace of Nirvana 

As she watched, the sunlight gradu- 
ally faded away, and the image no 
longer shone in golden glory, but re- 
turned to the sombre bronze in which 
it had been cast. Only the great boss 
on its forehead sparkled like a jewel 
in the gathering gloom. The pilgrims 



prostrated themselves before the 
Daibutsn (great Buddha), raising their 
hands and praying, a Nama Amida 
Buddha " (O Eternal Buddha). While 
they prayed, a star shot out from the 
jewelled boss and moved over the sea 
towards a distant horizon. When half- 
way across, it wavered for a moment, 
and then remained immovable, seeming 
unable to proceed. But it was not 
alone, for a multitude of smaller stars 
were flickering about with an uncertain 
light, apparently searching for a way 

Then a wonderful sight — a fiery star 
appeared in the sky, and shooting 
through the rising darkness, moved 
slowly and surely across the sea. All 
the little ones followed, and even 
Buddha's star paled before its bril- 
liance, and after wavering for a while, 
moved on with the rest. 

Violet in her dream tried to see their 
destination, but they became more 
and more indistinct, as they gradually 
drew near to the shadowy outline of 
a Cross with the figure of a crowned 
King standing behind it. Then they 




all became merged into a soft mellow 
light, which dispelled the darkness 
and spread its radiance over sea and 

Violet saw no more, for she had 
fallen into a deep and restful sleep. 







VIOLET'S twenty-fifth birthday 
fell on February 2nd. She was 
awakened in the morning by the 
sun pouring in at her window, so dress- 
ing quickly she slipped into a matinee, 
and drew a chair into her tiny private 
verandah. " A quarter of a century," 
she murmured, " even if I live to be 
very very old a third of my life is 

She looked back upon the past. 
Her parents had both died in her early 
childhood, and then she had been 
adopted by an aunt who gave her a 
good education. At the age of eighteen 
she was launched into a whirl of gaiety, 
visits in country houses, shooting 
parties, golf, tennis, and a London 
season every year, including Ascot, 
Henley, Goodwood, &c, &c. She 
had a nice little fortune of her own, 
which she spent chiefly on her clothes. 
Usually she went to Church on Sundays, 



unless quite tired out with late hours. 
She well remembered one morning 
feeling very drowsy during the sermon, 
till she was roused by the preacher's 
voice, " I pity the life that begins in 
nothing, goes on in nothing, and ends 
in nothing." The words seemed im- 
pressed upon her memory, and ever 
since, they often recurred to her. 

She almost envied her friends, some 
of whom were happily married, and 
had found ample scope for their 
energies in quiet home duties, or those 
who had found work amongst the poor 
in the slums of London. 

Violet sighed. " It seems as if Japan 
is going to teach me lessons which I 
never learnt at home, during those idle 
selfish years. I will resolve to-day to 
give more of my spare time to helping 
others, but I must consider Charlie 
first, he often seems very tired and 
worn out, so my chief duty must be to 
try and brighten him up, and always 
be at home when he wants me." 

Charlie kissed his sister when she 
came down to breakfast, and after 
wishing her many happy returns of the 



day, he handed her an embroidered 
picture, of a lion's head emerging from 
a jungle. 

" How lovely," she exclaimed, clap- 
ping her hands, " it is just like a paint- 
ing till you look at it closely, and the 
lion has such a nice furry face. What 
clever little women to work like that." 

" Not women," said Charlie smiling, 
" but men, for it is they who do the 
best embroideries, and I was told, that 
two of them worked at this picture for 
eighteen months." 

" It is indeed a treasure, and how it 
will be admjred when I get home. 
Thank you ever so much for my 
present. Now for our letters ; there 
seems to be quite a budget this morn- 

Violet presently went off into peals 
of merry laughter. 

" Do you remember that nice young 
officer who dined here the other evening 
and amused us so much with his bad 
English ? When he was leaving, he 
asked if he might write me a letter, and 
would I honourably correct and return 
it to him. Just listen to this." 



" O Murasaki San, 

How do you do Madam ? 
When I dined with you I feel so 
comfortable that I have never met 
such a merry evening. If British 
Empire start a fight with others, I 
will go your country to help — 
Japanese sword, enemy kill. I am 
very much earnestly wishing to come 
back to the front, but my head and 
ear was transformed by Russian's 
bomb shell. Happily my hearing 
has recovered, but three fingers of 
left hand are not able to grasp. My 
photograph in envelope please will 
you hand as a remembrance. If 
you have this letter, I hope to have 
yours too. I wait from now — please 
take care of your health. I pray your 
good fortune. 

Your true remains, 

S. Takamori. 

It is the first time to me to write 
English letter, so if there are some 
impolite points please excuse, as I 
am very poor to write." 



" What a lot of trouble he must have 
taken over this composition," said 
Violet. " But why does he begin with 
O, and what does O Murasaki San 
mean ? " 

" O means Honourable, and Mura- 
saki, Violet, so the literal translation 
is, Honourable Violet Miss," replied 

" Well I must return his letter cor- 
rected — and also write him a reply. 
Really Japan amuses me all day long ; 
only this morning I saw one of those 
smart little policeman, in white drill 
uniform, sitting in a shelter, and eating 
his mid-day meal with chop sticks. 
I went immediately to Shiba Bazaar 
and bought a pair. My maid, Fusa, 
showed me how to use them, and I tore 
up bits of paper and practised catch 
with them, but very seldom succeeded 
in getting anywhere near my mouth. 
When I was out I also noticed another 
policeman leading a prisoner by a bit 
of string tied round his wrists. The 
last time he was here, Sumo Kano gave 
me a translation of an official notice to 
the editor of a paper, who had pub- 

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lished an article which was considered 
seditious. ' Deign honourably to cease 
honourably to publish august paper. 
Honourable Editor deign to enter 
august gaol.' " 

Violet was here interrupted by a 
messenger carrying a diminutive pot 
of white wisteria, trained in a circle, 
with a card attached, on which was 
written, " From Captain Yoshimo with 
compliments and birthday congratu- 
lations to Miss Courtley." 

"What a beautiful little plant," 
she exclaimed, " such a mass of snowy 
blossoms, and my room is already full 
of flowers from all my friends. Must 
you be off, Charlie ? " as she saw him 
fetching his hat. " You never seem 
to have time now, for a rest and a 
smoke after tiffin." 

" We have a lot of work on hand," 
Charlie said, " but as it is your birth- 
day I will try and get home earlier, 
and we will go and see the Fine Art 
Exhibition in Ueyno Park." 

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THERE was quite a stir in the 
city when it was known that 
the Empress intended visiting 
the Red Cross Hospital. Violet was 
fortunate enough to get a good view of 
Her Majesty, and was struck by her 
sweet but rather sad expression. It 
was reported that her thoughts were 
constantly with the army in Manchuria, 
and that she and the court ladies spent 
many hours daily, rolling bandages and 
preparing comforts for the soldiers. 

The Emperor and Empress also 
wrote short and touching poems, many 
of which were forwarded to the troops, 
who listened to them with the greatest 
reverence and gratitude. 
His Majesty. 

They're at the front 
Our brave young- men, and now the middle-aged 
Are shouldering- their arms, and in the fields 
Old men are gathering the abundant rice, 
Low bending o'er the sheaves. All ages vie 
In cheerful self-devotion to the Land. 



Her Majesty. 

He heard the taunt, that such a studious lad, 

Who never from his book his eye could lift, 

But sat and studied through the live-long day, 

Must be perforce unskilful in the arts 

Of war: and straightway from his desk uprose, 

Seized his long bow, fitted his shaft and drew. 

The arrow in the middle gold proclaimed 

Brain, hand and eye, alike were trained to serve. 

Major Yoshimo appeared soon 
after Violet's return, just after Charles 
Courtley had left for the office. 

" I have come," he said, " to tell 
you that I have received orders to hold 
myself in readiness, to leave for the 
front immediately. All the reserves 
are being called out, and my doctor 
has certified that I am fit for service." 
His eyes sparkled as he added, " What 
joy to be going at last to share in the 
glory of my comrades ! But I am in a 
little difficulty, and have come to ask 
you to help me. The Chaplain has 
left Tokyo for a few days, so I have 
not been able to study with him, and 
I cannot understand certain passages, 
which tell us that we must not only 
resign all if we become Christians, but 
even turn our backs upon our parents. 



This is so opposed to our views of 
filial obedience." 

Violet thought for a few moments — 
" If I can't explain it perhaps he will 
slip away, and give up Christianity 
altogether." Then a sudden inspira- 
tion seemed to flash across her. " Major 
Yoshimo," she said, "If you were 
sitting at home with your father and 
mother and the Emperor came to the 
door holding the Flag of Peace in his 
hand, and suddenly great rays of red 
light started from the rising sun, trans- 
forming it into the War Flag of Japan, 
and the Emperor called you to follow 
him against the wishes of your parents, 
what would you do ? 

Major Yoshimo, usually so impassive 
and self-contained, started to his feet, 
and his right hand flew to his side, as 
though seeking his sword. " My Em- 
peror, my Lord, I would not delay one 
moment, but follow him to death." 

Violet shyly added, " We Christians 
have a Lord in Heaven; if He calls we 
too must follow, and give up all for 
Him. But we are also taught that we 
must render due honour to our Rulers 

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as the Romans did to Caesar, so we 
can be loyal to both." 

Major Yoshimo remained silent for 
some time, and then said, " Thank 
you for explaining this to me. It 
seems clearer now. There is one 
supreme Lord in Heaven, and if I 
decide to become a Christian and to 
follow Him, I yet need not fail in 
allegiance to my Emperor, the greatest 
Lord on earth. My difficulties seem 
nearly overcome, but the task has 
taken many weeks of study. I hope 
Inouye San will have returned before I 
leave, as he has been a good friend to 
me and will be glad to know that I am 
nearly convinced." 




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" K T OW Charlie, for another cosy 
J >[ evening. You are always so 
busy that it is a long time since 
we have spent one together," said 
Violet the following week, when dinner 
was finished. " If you are not too 
tired I want you to tell me something 
about education, as you promised. I 
have only visited a kindergarten for 
children under six. They were such 
fascinating little tots, and seemed so 
good, and interested in their games. 
Do you suppose they were already 
being taught to be patriots, as some of 
them were having a sort of baby drill 
with toy guns ? " 

" Undoubtedly," Charlie replied, 
" for even at the earliest age, mothers 
instil love of the Emperor into their 
children's minds. I had not forgotten 
my promise and have no work to finish 
to-night, but my information refers 
to more advanced schools, where I 

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noticed that even the writing copies 
set by masters; contain useful and 
patriotic teaching, as for instance — 

'A dutiful child receives Heaven's blessing - . ' 

'Study to attain courage and fortitude.' 

'Endure misfortune without a moan.' 

'Wealth and luxury are like fleeting clouds.' 

' Tigers leave skins behind when dead, and men should 

leave names.' 
' Death is better than dishonour.' 

Then the Rescript keeps patriotism 
always before them." 

" The Rescript," questioned Violet. 
" What is that ! " 

" It is a form which was drawn up by 
the Emperor in 1890. I will look it 
up and let you have a translation, and 
also an extract from an article written 
by Professor Kikuchi which will in- 
terest you. Military ardour is encour- 
aged in schools, owing to the late 
Viscount Mori having introduced 
jujutsu, fencing, drill, &c, which has 
been obligatory since 1886. Girls are 
also taught gymnastics, and all their 
schools, as well as the university for 
women in Tokyo, are under the direct 
support of the Empress." 

" And yet," said Violet, " schoolboys 



in everyday life seem so courteous and 
gentle, not as if they were being trained 
to fight." 

" Just so, but probably that is due 
to the fact, that from the time a boy 
enters school, he has two hours in- 
struction every week in etiquette, how 
to walk, to bow, to carry a tray, to 
hold his hands and fingers, to enter 
and leave a room, &c, Sec. That is 
the reason why you so seldom come 
across what I might call a three- 
cornered lad, or one with awkward 
manners and self-consciousness." 

" What happens if a boy is naughty 
or idle?" 

" It seems strange to us, but punish- 
ments are practically unknown. Caning 
has been abolished, and if a master 
loses his temper he is disgraced for 
ever. He must also be an efficient 
teacher, or the pupils make a com- 
plaint. Hearn mentions that in the 
year 1893, one of the Professors of 
Chemistry was dismissed after a 
searching enquiry by an inspector, 
who had received the following letter 
from his pupils : ' We like him, he is 



kind to us, he does the best he can, 
but he does not know enough, to teach 
us as we want to be taught. He 
cannot answer our questions. He can- 
not explain the experiments he shows 
us. We had better have another 
teacher.' Again no boy strives to be 
first or to oust another. He is taught 
to learn for the sake of acquiring 
knowledge, as prizes are rarely given, 
and he is not praised for simply 
behaving himself." 

" But suppose," questioned Violet, 
" that he did a brave action such as 
saving a comrade's life, would it not 
be acknowledged in any way f " 

11 I think not," replied Charlie, " for 
he would only have done his duty, and 
something worthy of his family and 
ancestors. The word ' Meiyo ' is im- 
pressed upon a child's mind. It is a 
sort of combination of ' name ' and 
* fame,' and he is taught that to seek 
notoriety out of vanity, is mean and 

" Are schools general throughout 
Japan ? " Violet enquired. 

" Yes, 2900 were established during 



the ten years between 1873 and 1883, 
and, of course, the number has greatly- 
increased since then. Students seem 
to have a real thirst for knowledge, and 
their greatest punishment is to be sus- 
pended from school and deprived of 
study. They never work for more 
than fifty minutes at a time, and are 
then turned out to play in the fresh 
air for ten minutes, when they wrestle, 
leap, and race. In bad weather books 
are closed, and they join in quieter 
games, or talk together during that 
time. A special master is often en- 
gaged to keep discipline out of school 
hours, and boys and girls do not play 
together after the age of ten. If it 
was reported that day boys were 
disorderly in the streets, or paid atten- 
tion to girls, it would be considered a 
serious matter, and a public offence. 
School children are also educated by 
going out for so-called ' distant ex- 
cursions,' and in the case of higher 
grades, this often takes place during 
the summer vacation for many days 
or weeks, in the shape of camping out 
and manoeuvring, or of round trips to 



places of historic interest, something 
like a pilgrimage. When a large num- 
ber of students combine for these 
* educational excursions ' they are 
personally conducted by masters." 

Violet listened attentively — " Well 
they are a wonderful people ! Do you 
think they are taught to be clean in 
school too ? There seem to be no 
•dirty slum children running about as in 
European towns." 

" Cleanliness is part of the Shinto 
religion, but apart from that, a 
Japanese hates having even dirty 
hands. There are over eleven hundred 
public baths in Tokyo, and it is cal- 
culated that five hundred thousand 
people use them daily. The charge 
is something under a halfpenny, which 
includes a towel and often soap, and 
is even lower in the case of children." 

" Eleven hundred baths ! " said 
Violet, opening her eyes wide, " it 
seems almost incredible, and yet I 
suppose the people must have some 
faults as well as other nations." 

" Rather," replied her brother. 
41 Take trade, for instance. Merchants 

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in general are regarded as being very 
unreliable in business matters, and 
their reputation for integrity does not 
stand nearly so high as in China. 
There is, however, a vast improvement 
since the Government, and many of the 
leading Nobles have taken the matter 
seriously in hand, and Japan now 
aspires to commercial as well as politi- 
cal power. Traders themselves are 
beginning to realise that it is to their 
advantage to obtain an honourable 
standing in European countries. An- 
other point — the standard of morality 
according to our ideas is very low, 
and divorce is even to this day far too 
common. Formerly no woman could 
choose her own partner in life, but 
Viscount Mori, whom I mentioned 
before, as well as Viscount Kurodiy 
were not only firm believers in the 
higher education of their country 
women, but in 1873 they spoke out 
boldly, respecting the need of reform 
in the marriage laws. Mori put his 
principles into practice, for having 
met a highly accomplished lady of his 
own class, he upset all preconceived 



notions of propriety, by paying his 
addresses to her after the fashion of 
an occidental lover. He wooed and 
won his bride, and they signed and 
attested a contract of marriage before 
the Mayor of Tokyo. The lady had 
all the rights and privileges of the 
West secured to her, and the husband 
was bound to one wife. It is said 
that this caused unbounded astonish- 
ment at the time, but the results have 
been most satisfactory. 

" Another thing I am sorry for, 
is the way the people are adopting 
American hustle, which is opposed 
to their quiet unemotional character. 
Still I confess it is difficult for a 
European to take a fair view of this 
wonderful nation, and I am amused 
at many books I come across, which 
either are full of gushing sentiment, 
or unqualified disapproval. We must 
always remember that East is East 
and West is West, each having its 
own virtues and vices, and personally 
I should be sorry to attempt to fathom 
the mind of a Japanese." 

Charlie paused to light a fresh cigar- 



ette, and therefore did not notice 
the flush on Violet's cheek as she 
enquired, " Would it not cement the 
friendship and alliance between Great 
Britain and Japan if the two nations 
inter-married more ? Look at Mr and 
Mrs Watana. She is an English 
woman and seems quite happy with 
her Japanese husband." 

" Possibly," replied Charles Courtley, 
" but I am no advocate of mixed 
marriages, and you will often find 
that Eurasian children are at a dis- 
advantage in both countries. I am 
sure that England would fare better 
if our semi-alien population could be 
reduced by a few thousands. I don't 
believe in mixed Races. We can be 
just as good friends by keeping our 
nationalities distinct, though, mind 
you, I look on Japan as the most 
civilised of all unchristian nations." 

Violet looked thoughtfully at the 
dying embers of the fire. " What a 
lot you know, Charlie, I wish I could 
remember things as you do. Good- 
night, and don't forget to look up the 








IN Japanese schools, when masters 
and pupils assemble in the hall 
of the school at the beginning of 
a term, on New Year's Day, or other 
fete days, it is usual to commence the 
proceedings with the reading of the 
Imperial Rescript on Education. 

This is no empty ceremony. The 
reader feels that he is giving the living 
words of the Emperor ; the assembly 
stands up, and when the reading is 
over, all bow in profound reverence as 
if they had been delivered by the 
Emperor in person. 

A copy of this Rescript is distributed 
from the Department of Education 
to every school in the Empire, those 
for the Central Government Schools 
being signed by the Emperor. 

The relation between the Imperial 



House and the people (connected with 
ancestral worship) is the basis of 
Japanese education. The sacred con- 
ception of the Mikado, is the thought 
inheritance of Japan. Mythology has 
consecrated it, history has endeared 
it, and poetry has idealised it. 

The Imperial Rescript is a firm 
basis for moral teaching. 

The old standard of devotion to 
duty, of loyalty and filial piety has 
been maintained by the older men, and 
home influences have been powerful 
enough to keep the rising generation 
in the same path. 

The Imperial Rescript on Education. 
Official English Translation. 

Know Ye, Our subjects : 

Our Imperial Ancestors have 
founded Our Empire on a basis broad 
and everlasting, and have deeply and 
firmly implanted virtue ; Our subjects 
ever united in loyalty and filial piety 
have from generation to generation 
illustrated the beauty thereof. This 
is the glory of the fundamental char- 



acter of Our Empire, and herein also 
lies the source of Our Education. Ye, 
Our subjects, be filial to your parents, 
affectionate to your brothers and 
sisters : as husbands and wives be 
harmonious, as friends true ; bear your- 
selves in modesty and moderation ; 
extend your benevolence to all ; pursue 
learning and cultivate arts, and thereby 
develope intellectual faculties, and 
perfect moral powers ; furthermore 
advance public good, and promote 
common interests ; always respect the 
Constitution and observe the laws ; 
should emergency arise offer yourselves 
courageously to the State, and thus 
guard and maintain the propriety of 
Our Imperial Throne coeval with 
heaven and earth. So shall ye not 
only be Our good and faithful subjects, 
but render illustrious the best tradi- 
tions of your forefathers. 

The Way here set forth is indeed the 
teaching bequeathed by Our Imperial 
Ancestors, to be observed alike by 
Their Descendants and the subjects, 
infallible for all ages, and true in all 
places. It is Our wish to lay it to 



heart in all reverence, in common with 
you Our subjects, that we may all 
thus attain to the same virtue. 

The 30th day of this 10th month of 
the 23rd year of Meiji (30th October, 

(Imperial Seal.) 






A WEEK later, when Violet was 
busy writing her home letters 
after breakfast, Sumo Kano 
ran in to tell her that he and Major 
Yoshimo were under orders to leave 
that evening for the front. He seemed 
to be brimming over with delight, and 
looked very boyish and smart in his 
new khaki uniform. Violet cordially 
wished him every success, and at the 
same time begged him not to run 
unnecessary risks. He replied that 
he intended looking most carefully 
after his health, and would especially 
guard against enteric, by never drink- 
ing water that had not been tested, and 
would also, if possible, avoid sleeping 
on damp ground. 

Violet felt quite surprised at such 
prudence, till he added, " I must take 
all possible precautions, because I do 
not think I could ever return if I had 



to face the shame of having been sick, 
and not wounded. It would be such 
a disgrace to my family." He then 
thanked her for the hospitality she and 
her brother had shown him, and said, 
he hoped he would have the honour 
of meeting them again, " unless," he 
continued with a beaming smile, " I 
bring glory to my country by dying 
in the field." 

After he had said goodbye, Violet 
returned to her writing table with a 
sigh, and wondered if she would ever 
see this keen young soldier again. 
Nearly all the officers she knew, except 
those who had been invalided home, 
were now in the fighting lines, and it 
was reported that a great battle was 

Charlie arrived rather earlier than 
usual for tiffin, and looked very tired, 
so when the meal was over, Violet per- 
suaded him to rest in an arm chair in 
the verandah. He lay back with his 
eyes closed, and Violet sat on a stool 
by his side, with her needlework. He 
roused himself after a time, and seemed 
to enjoy a cup of strong coffee. 



Presently he said, " Vi, when the war 
is over, I hope to get a year's leave, as I 
feel a bit slack, and we will return 
home together." 

Violet anxiously enquired, " Do you 
feel ill, Charlie I " 

" No, not exactly," he replied, " but 
there has been a great press of work 
lately, so the hours have been unusually 
long at the office, and I suffer a good 
deal from sleeplessness. However, I 
believe the next battle will probably 
be a decisive one, and then we may all 
hope for a little rest. Hullo, here 
comes Yoshimo. I heard he was off 
to-night. Every available man ap- 
pears to have received orders to join 
the fighting lines." 

Major Yoshimo hurried up the little 
path leading to the verandah, and after 
the usual salutations said, " I have 
hardly a moment to spare, as I have 
received orders to entrain to-night at 
12 o'clock, with a contingent of re- 
serves for Shimonoseki, and thence 
by boat to Tairen." 

" And where do you go after that ? " 
questioned Charlie. 



" I do not know, but I shall receive 
sealed orders on landing, and only 
hope my destination will be with 
General Kuroki in Manchuria." 

Charlie shook him warmly by the 
hand. " I am obliged to return to the 
office, as my time is up. I know you 
are glad to go, but we shall miss you 
very much. Goodbye, old fellow, take 
care of yourself and all good luck to 

Major Yoshimo and Violet were 
alone. " I think you will be glad to 
hear," he said, " that the Chaplain 
has arranged to baptise me at 6.30 
this evening at St Andrew's Church. 
Before leaving, I want to thank you 
for helping me in my decision. I 
remember the Emperor's words, ' Look 
towards the dawn or you will be lost in 
the darkness.' It was a message he sent 
to the Emperor of China some years ago. 
The dawn has risen for me, and my 
doubts have dispersed as dew before 
the rising sun. I do not expect to 
return, but shall probably die with my 
comrades, like a cherry blossom that 
falls from the tree. Please think of 



me at midnight, when we shall be 
entraining at Shimbashi station." 

Violet held out her hand, and taking 
it almost reverently in his own, he 
bowed his head over it, and she heard 
him breathe " Sayonara " (Farewell). 
Then raising his head he looked her 
searchingly in the face, and seemed on 
the point of speaking, but apparently 
he changed his mind, for he quietly 
passed out of the verandah into the 

Violet watched him with tears in her 
eyes, till he reached the little gate, 
turned round, and made his last salute. 

She sat up that night in her room, 
till the great clock at the Embassy 
struck twelve, and then hastily throw- 
ing on some wraps stepped into 
the little verandah. Her head ached, 
so she loosened her fair hair, which 
fell over her shoulders in rippling waves. 

She listened intently, and in a few 
moments heard the steady tramp of 
armed men, which gradually died away 
in the distance. Presently a bugle 
rang out in the stillness of the night, 
playing the inspiring tune of " Kimi- 



gayo " (Japanese National Anthem) : 



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The moon had risen, and its silvery 
rays fell on the kneeling figure of a 
girl, with bowed head, and hands 
clasped in prayer. 

9 6 





THE Red Cross Hospital was 
being extended day by day, and 
wooden buildings were quickly 
erected, in order to receive the number 
of wounded men, who were being sent 
up from the seaport town of Hiroshima. 
Sometimes when a special train arrived, 
there seemed to be an almost unending 
line of stretchers and jinrickishas. The 
number of nurses was increased, by 
the admission of several ladies from 
the Japanese Voluntary Aid Society," 
to help in the wards. Others were 
employed in writing letters for con- 
valescents in the Recreation Rooms, 
by reading to helpless patients, and by 
arranging entertainments, etc., etc. 

Violet was now a constant visitor, 
and daily brought books and flowers, 
or taught some of the officers English, 
which seemed to be an unfailing amuse- 



ment to them. She was not suf- 
ficiently experienced to be able to 
help in nursing, but the authorities, 
finding that she was gentle and sym- 
pathetic, allowed her to help in many 
ways, when skilled training was not 

Violet rather envied the only 
Englishwoman, who had joined the 
Japanese Red Cross Society before 
leaving her own country, and was 
working all day in the wards. She 
spoke most warmly of the kindness 
and courtesy shown her by the staff, 
and told Violet that, having lately 
passed through a great sorrow herself, 
she had found peace and consolation 
in her work. 

The buildings reserved for privates 
were full to overflowing, and very 
soon Violet was asked to give her time 
there instead of with the officers, as 
the numbers were nearly doubled, 
and mattresses had to be laid on the 
floor, between the little wooden beds. 

One morning a nurse handed Violet 
a jug of water, and told her she might 
fill up the patients' cups when they 



asked for oyu (hot water). Afterwards 
she noticed a poor fellow trying to 
support a newspaper with his bandaged 
hands, so she held it up for him till he 
had finished reading. Then she cleaned 
his pipe, and those belonging to several 
other men, which was rather a dirty 
job, but she felt repaid by their genuine 
pleasure and thanks. This took some 
time, and on returning she met two 
blind patients groping their way into 
the garden, so she put her hands on 
their shoulders, and guided them round 
the paths. They sniffed up the fresh 
air with delight, and when she had 
brought them safely back, they smiled 
and said " Arigato " (thank you). Al- 
though it was very pathetic, Violet 
nearly laughed when they bowed with 
their backs to her, having lost her 
whereabouts. After this, they asked 
every morning, if the Oksan Gunjin 
(soldier's lady) was there to take them 

At first Violet was horrified at the 
terrible wounds and injuries, especially 
if she happened to catch sight of faces 
half destroyed, or disfigured beyond 



recognition, but to her surprise she 
found, that she soon got accustomed 
to these pitiful sights, and was able to 
forget her own personality, in the joy 
of waiting upon the brave sons of 

One day a message came from one of 
the Princesses, inviting her to the 
workroom set apart for them and their 
friends. Violet observed how intent 
they were on their work ; there was 
hardly any talking, and they would 
stay from six to eight hours a day, 
rolling bandages and preparing First 
Aid packets. These were most 

troublesome to make, and Violet's 
Flower Princess, who was one of the 
most indefatigable workers, was in- 
capacitated for several days owing to 
sore fingers. The gentle little ladies 
never complained of monotony or 
fatigue, and would keep on steadily 
at their task for weeks, without inter- 

The routine of hospital life was a 
great change to Violet, after her past 
sheltered and luxurious life, but she 
felt much happier in rendering small 



services there, than in sitting at her 
ease in the beautiful Embassy Gardens. 

One afternoon, when she was picking 
over and sorting wadding which had 
been returned from the laundry, a 
large batch of wounded men arrived 
in a terrible condition. Shell and 
shrapnel had done their deadly work, 
and frost-bite had attacked their hands 
and feet. It was a heartrending sight, 
and Violet helped the nurses to lift 
the helpless patients into bed, to change 
their stained uniforms for clean white 
kimonos, and to give them warm milk. 
It took a long time before they were 
comfortably settled, and the surgeons 
and many of the nurses were employed 
with bad cases in the operating Theatre 
for many hours. 

Violet returned home about 6 o'clock, 
and, while resting in her arm-chair, 
thought over what she had seen that 
day, and her whole soul was filled with 
passionate rebellion at the horrors of 
war. " Oh ! why must it be ? " She 
went to the book-case, and fetching a 
note book, turned over its leaves till 
she came to some favourite lines of 



hers, written by the Archbishop of 
Armagh after the battle of Colenso: 

They say that "war is hell" the great accursed, 

The sin impossible to be forgiven, 
Yet I can look behind it at its worst 

And still find blue in heaven. 
And as I note how nobly natures form 

Under war's red rain, I dream it true 
That He who made the earthquake and the storm, 

Perchance, makes battles too. 

The life He loves is not the life of span 

Abbreviated by each passing breath ; 
It is the true humanity of man 

Victorious over death. 
Methinks I see how spirits may be tried, 

Transfigured into beauty on war's verge, 
Like flowers whose tremulous grace is learnt, beside 

The trampling of the surge. 


They who marched up the bluffs, last stormy week, 

Some of them — ere they reached the mountain's crown, 
The wind of battle breathing on their cheek, 

Suddenly laid them down 
Like sleepers — not like those whose race is run 

Fast, fast asleep amid the cannon's roar ; 
Them no reveille nor morning gun 

Shall ever waken more. 

Thus as the heaven's many coloured flames 
At sunset, are but dust in rich disguise, 

Th' ascending earthquake dust of battle, frames 
God's picture in the skies. 







VIOLET was spending a busy 
morning with her Japanese 
maid cutting out and pre- 
paring material for a working party 
in the afternoon. She had under- 
taken to make one hundred white 
cotton caps for patients in the 
Hospitals. The room was littered 
with fragments of calico, and sheets 
of rice paper for packing. Some tiny 
red crosses were lying on the table, 
ready for stitching on the centre of 
each cap, and a sewing machine stood 
in the corner. 

It was a warm spring day, and Violet 
occasionally looked wistfully at the 
garden, where great bushes of azaleas 
and peonies were coming into bloom. 
The trees were full of thousands of 
cicadas, whose incessant chirp was like 
the whistling trill of a canary, and she 
could see a movement amongst the 



trees, caused by these little singing 
insects. The cherry season was over, 
and the blossoms which a few days ago 
were white as driven snow, had fluttered 
to the ground in pink showers. Violet 
thought of the Japanese proverb, 
*■ The cherry is first among flowers as 
the warrior is first among men," and she 
wondered when news of Major Yoshimo 
would reach Tokyo. Jim was pro- 
bably safe, as she hoped he would be 
far behind the line of fire, but she could 
not help feeling anxious, at not having 
heard from either of them since the 
great battle. 

She turned to her maid, " Fusa, we 
shall have a nice long morning for work, 
because Courtley San wishes to have 
tifhn an hour later than usual to-day. 
Perhaps we shall finish all the caps 
this afternoon, and anyhow I promised 
to send them to the President of the 
Ladies' Volunteer Association, before 
to-morrow evening." 

Fusa smiled, and fumbled in the 
folds of her obi, and in the long sleeves 
of her kimono, from whence she ex- 
tracted a minute pipe, some tobacco, a 



roll of paper, a fan, some post-cards, 
and other odds and ends. Having 
selected a pair of scissors she replaced 
the rest of her treasures in these com- 
modious pockets and began to con- 
verse with Violet. 

" Missy like honourable garden party 
at Palace, many peoples go f " 

"Yes, indeed," replied Violet, "it 
was a lovely sight and I am glad to have 
been, and to have seen the Empress 
at her cherry blossom party. I was 
presented to Her Majesty, and she 
looked so kind and gentle. There 
were also many Princesses present, and 
I have learnt all their names now, 
though one of them will always be the 
' Flower Princess ' to me. I think 
she is like that single white peony 
tipped with rose, out there in the 
garden. But tell me Fusa, do you think 
any of your flowers would grow in 
England ? " 

" Yes, Missy, many go in big ships. 
Me and flowers come too when honour- 
able lady go away." 

" But what about your husband, and 
two little children, Fusa?" 



" They all right, me go England, 
make plenty money, come back rich." 

Presently Violet heard footsteps in 
the distance, and saw her brother 
coming slowly up the path. 

" Why it's surely not time for tiffin " 
— then glancing at the clock — " no, 
it wants nearly an hour." 

She suddenly noticed that his face 
was very grave. 

" Fusa, you can go now and I will 
call you again presently. What is it, 
Charlie ? " 

" I have brought bad news, Vi. 
Sumo Kano has been killed in action, 
and a messenger has arrived from the 
front bringing this letter from Major 
Yoshimo, but I am sorry to say it is 
officially reported, that the poor fellow 
has died of his wounds since writing 

Violet, though outwardly calm, 
turned very pale. She held out her 
hand for the letter. 

Charlie seemed a little embarrassed, 
and turned his back to her. " I will 
read it to you, Vi, as it is very badly 
written, and difficult to make out." 



" To Violet Courtley San. Great 
honour, dying in Emperor's service, 
wounded internally. Perhaps Lord 
in Heaven will let my spirit go on 
with army." 

Charlie paused — " The next two 
words are very indistinct, but I think 
they are glory, and peace." 

Violet felt a little resentful. " It 
is my letter and addressed to me ; 
why is Charlie keeping it from me ? " 

She rose quickly from her chair and 
looked over his shoulder. 

He covered the letter with his hand 
and tried to push it into the envelope 
but too late — Violet had caught sight 
of it. 

The letter was written in blood ! 






THE battle of Mukden had been 
fought and won, but at a 
tremendous cost of life, for 
600,000 men had met in deadly- 
combat. It was one of the bloodiest 
battles ever known in the world's 
history. The sky was obscured by 
the black smoke of burning villages, 
and the incessant crackle of rifles, the 
rattle of machine guns, and the deep 
thunder of cannon, rolled across the 
ravines. Flashes of fire revealed the 
positions of the exhausted Russians, 
who were in full retreat, and formed 
mere targets for the Japanese artillery. 
Marshal Oyama's strategy had secured 
a brilliant victory, with the able support 
of Generals Kuroki, Nogi, and Nodzu. 
Jim Morton, owing to the good 
offices of a friend, had been able to push 



his way nearer to the front than any 
other correspondent, and had a good 
view of the stupendous artillery duel 
of March 17th, which lasted for thirty 
hours. He could see fragments of 
fragile Chinese houses flying through 
the air, and watched the merciless 
shrapnel strewing the plain with dead 
and dying. He wrote his despatches 
and made some hasty sketches under 
cover of a rock, then cautiously creep- 
ing out of shelter he started off at a 
quick run. Suddenly a shell burst 
near him, and he felt a burning sensa- 
tion in his leg. At first in his excite- 
ment he hardly noticed it, and con- 
tinued racing at full speed to the near- 
est telegraph station, hoping to be the 
first to get his news through. 

On his way, he came across a Japan- 
ese Officer and five wounded men, lying 
in a hollow. They held out their hands- 
imploring for help, and Jim had not 
the heart to pass them by. At the 
risk of losing the kudos of sending off 
* v ; JL ( the first despatch, he knelt down beside 

them, and helped to re-adjust their 
bandages. Then finding them parched 




with thirst, he unstrapped his water 
bottle, and divided the contents 
amongst them. 

The Officer could talk English fairly 
well, and he told Jim that his name was 
Captain Kuroda, that he and his men 
had been under heavy rifle fire, and 
had fought till all their ammunition 
was spent. One of the party was 
already dead, and he and the others 
were too badly injured to move. 

Jim promised to send help as quickly 
as possible, and searched his pockets 
for sandwiches and brandy to leave 
with them. He then prepared to start 
off again, but the gash in his leg, which 
had hardly troubled him before, was 
now bleeding freely, and he found 
himself unable to walk. It was a 
bitter disappointment to feel that he 
had lost his chance, but there was 
nothing to be done, so he sat down 
again, and opening his field ambulance 
case, bandaged his wound to the best 
of his ability. 

For some time he kept on shouting, 
hoping to attract the attention of some 
passer-by, but at last he gave it ud in 



despair, as no one came to the rescue. 
Captain Kuroda seemed too feeble to 
make any effort, so Jim tried to 
pass the time by telling him tales of 
sporting adventures, which he trans- 
lated to the other men. Then, cheery 
fellow that he was, he whistled some 
popular airs, winding up with " God 
save the King." Captain Kuroda tried 
in return to hum Kimiga-yo, but his 
voice was so weak and quavering, that 
he failed after the first line, and fell 
back wearily. There was no more 
food left, and as night drew on, a cold 
pitiless rain began to fall. Jim tucked 
his precious despatches inside his shirt, 
hoping to keep them dry, but he was 
soon soaked to the skin, and the little 
hollow where they lay, became a swamp 
of liquid mud. 

Captain Kuroda was moaning and 
shivering, so Jim turned over on his 
side, and under cover of the darkness, 
divested himself of his warm upper 
clothing and macintosh and wrapped 
them round him.' Then he felt in the 
pockets of his breeches for his brandy 
flask, before remembering that it was 



empty, and he could only find a pipe 
and matchbox. He struck a light, and 
to his great joy, saw his tobacco pouch 
lying on the ground by the side of one 
of the soldiers, who was apparently 
asleep. He reached forward to take 
it, but in doing so touched the man's 
hand. It was cold and stiff. 

Captain Kuroda was now resting 
quietly, well protected by Jim's cloth- 
ing from the drenching rain, which in- 
creased in violence during the night, 
and turned into a heavy hail storm. 

Jim felt the cold penetrating to his 
very bones, and his limbs becoming 
stiff. Towards early morning he sank 
into a stupor from exhaustion, no 
food having passed his lips for many 
hours, besides having suffered tortures 
from thirst. As he closed his eyes, he 
thought he was again in his dear home 
in Wales, resting in his mother's arms. 
She tenderly pressed her lips to his, 
and then drew back with a loving smile, 
while she pointed to Violet, who was 
coming towards him with outstretched 
hands. She was dressed in white, and 
was wearing a bunch of roses which he 



had given her the day before he left 
England. But her voice sounded 
strangely loud and rough, and Jim 
woke with a start to find two ambulance 
men leaning over him, and preparing to 
lift him into a stretcher. 

He was now quite helpless owing to 
exposure, and unable to move hand or 
foot. Captain Kuroda was sadly dis- 
tressed, when he realised that unknown 
to himself, Jim had covered him up 
warmly in the night, and probably 
saved his life. He turned to him and 
whispered in a weak voice, " My 
English friend and comrade." He and 
Jim were the only survivors of the 
little band. 

It was some time before any news 
reached the Courtleys, and then it was 
brought by a young officer, who had 
heard all the details from Captain 
Kuroda. Jim's life had been despaired 
of for some days, as, in addition to 
rheumatic fever, an abscess had formed 
in his wounded leg, causing him much 
suffering. He had managed, however, 
to send a few pencil lines to Violet. 



Dear Violet, 

Have been ill, but hope to go to 
Nakasaki soon in hospital ship, then 
home by long sea voyage. So sorry 
not to see you. May not write 


When the officer had left, Charlie 
turned to Violet, " By Jove, he is a 
plucky chap, I hope he will get all 
right soon. Bravo old Jim. I wonder, 
Vi, if you would like to return to 
England in the same boat with him. 
Mrs Barton is leaving soon, and would 
look after you on the voyage. If I can 
find out Jim's boat, you might all start 
home together." 

Violet longed to go, as she was very 
tired, and besides having the rest of 
six weeks at sea, she would be able to 
take care of Jim ; but she glanced at 
Charlie before replying, and noticed 
how thin he was getting, and how dark 
lines were deepening round his eyes. 
Surely her first duty was with him. 
" No, Charlie, I will stay on with you, 
till you get your long leave in the 

I 121 


Autumn, and then we will return 

Charlie passed his hand wearily over 
his forehead. " All right, Vi, if you 
really like to stay, I shall be glad to 
have you, only I thought somehow you 
were hankering after the old country." 

Violet slipped into the little garden, 
to hide her disappointment, and when 
she returned her face was as bright as 
usual. Charlie must never know what 
the decision had cost her. 






THE summer was approaching, 
and as the days lengthened, 
the public parks of Tokyo, 
where Geishas twang their samisen, 
became thronged with visitors. Most 
of the tea-houses overhang orna- 
mental lakes and are supported by 
bamboo stakes driven into the 
water. The floors are spread with 
pale green mats, on which soft cushions 
are laid, in front of tiny tables about 
two feet high. Otherwise there is 
no furniture except a painted screen, 
a kakemono (hanging picture) and a 
single vase of flowers, artistically ar- 
ranged, with every petal drawn and 
coaxed into its proper position. The 
sliding doors made of thin laths and 
white paper, which had been closed in 
winter behind wooden amado (shutters) 
are at this season drawn back into their 
grooves, and dainty little waitresses 



flit about in bright kimonos. All the 
tea-houses are surrounded by gardens 
which have a fascination of their own. 
Great fir trees, carefully pruned for 
many years, stretch flatly across the 
lakes in strange fantastic curves, their 
dark foliage, contrasting with the tender 
green of maples and bamboo. 

Violet had taken a day off from the 
hospital, and had joined a merry party 
of English friends. She smiled and 
talked with the rest, for she remem- 
bered how Japanese women hide their 
troubles, for fear of making others sad. 
While tea was preparing, she slipped 
off for a few minutes by herself, and 
leaning over the fragile balustrade 
at the back of the tea-house, watched 
the crowds as they passed by. It was 
a National holiday, and they strolled 
under the trees, apparently undis- 
turbed by household cares or worries. 
Whole families drifted slowly along, 
with the stream of pleasure-seekers, 
amongst them many little Musumes 
(girls) just able to toddle, &£ if too 
small to walk, carried on theirmother's 
backs, from whence they peeped with 



enquiring eyes. There was nothing 
loud or jarring in the rippling laughter, 
and when two large parties met on the 
narrow pathway, each bowed and 
made way for the other. Violet won- 
dered whether the people had already 
forgotten those terrible battles of the 
past, which had robbed nearly every 
family of a relation or friend. Her 
heart felt out of tune with the gay 
surroundings, and she almost regretted 
having come, till she remembered, how 
that morning the good news had spread 
through the city, that peace would 
probably soon be concluded. There- 
fore the Nation rejoiced, for it only 
needed the victory of Admiral Togo's 
fleet, to complete the downfall of the 
proud Russian Eagle, and through the 
pain which she strove to hide so bravely, 
Violet felt almost proud that Major 
Yoshimo had attained a triumphant 
death on the battle-field, and that Jim 
had proved himself a hero. 

She heard herself called, " Violet ! 
Violet ! where are you hiding ? Tea is 
just ready ; come along, we are all here." 

Violet left the balcony, and, return- 



ing to her friends with a bright smile, 
joined them round one of the lacquer 
tables, which held some cups without 
handles. The party sat down on the 
floor, prepared to enjoy tea "a la 
Japonaise," and Violet placed herself 
alongside Mary Howman, who, being 
a " flapper " of fifteen, and out for a 
holiday, was full of fun. Each guest 
had a pair of wooden chopsticks 
joined together, to show they were new 
and had not been used before. These 
had to be broken apart, and there was 
much laughter, when Mary tried her 
hand with them, but was soon obliged 
to accept a spoon provided for foreign- 
ers. The fare consisted of raw fish, 
white cakes made of bean flour and 
sugar, stewed chestnuts, lotus roots, 
young shoots of bamboo and edible 
ferns boiled in soy (a sauce made from 
fermented wheat with salt and vinegar), 
pounded chrysanthemum blossoms, and 
a large tub of rice, in front of which one 
of the waitresses knelt, doling it out 
as required. Weak straw-coloured tea, 
without milk or sugar, was served in 
tiny cups. The meal was a novelty to 



most of the party, and when some 
tempting-looking plums were brought 
in as a special dainty, they found these 
had been soaked in brine, and were only 
a very unappetising form of pickle. 

Tea was just finished, and the coolies 
had drawn up the jinrickishas in line, 
ready for a homeward start, when a 
sudden stir was perceptible amongst 
the crowd. Men and women were 
eagerly holding out their hands, trying 
to secure leaflets from the running 
messengers, who, with tinkling bells 
fastened round their waists, were dis- 
tributing them right and left at the 
cost of a sen. 

One of the Englishmen went up to a 
policeman, and asked him if there was 
any special news. His face lightened 
up with joy, as he answered in broken 
English — " Russia all little pieces, Togo 
and ships safe — Big glory." 

The news was spreading like wild- 
fire, and as they drove through the 
streets, flags and lanterns were being 
hung up and festooned from door to 
door, the name of Togo was on every 
lip, and all the people were hurrying 



home to join in the public rejoicings, 
and to prepare for the evening pro- 
cession. The coolies in their excite- 
ment raced along, occasionally spring- 
ing and jumping, till Violet and Mary, 
laughing heartily, could with difficulty 
keep their seats. Cries of " Banzai " 
were heard on all sides, and the Temple 
gates were thrown open, to receive 
crowds of worshippers, many of whom 
turned their eyes in the direction of the 
Palace, for surely it was by the power 
of the Son of Heaven, that victory had 
been secured. 

Japan was saved — and had proved 
herself invincible through the valour 
and devotion of her gallant sons. 




Your Majesty's Servants are pro- 
foundly thankful for the gracious 
message addressed to them in con- 
nection with the victory in the Sea of 
Japan. It is not by any human 
efforts but by the graces of your 
Majesty's virtues and by the guard- 



ianship of the Great Ancestral Spirits 
that a result so far beyond our ex- 
pectations has been achieved. Your 
Majesty's Servants will toil with 
ever increased zeal to bring about 
the accomplishment of the Imperial 







TOKYO began to get unbearably 
hot in July, and most of the 
foreign residents had left for 
summer resorts. Charles Courtley was 
finishing up some work, and hoped soon 
to get away for a month's rest, and 
return to England on long leave in 
the autumn. 

Violet felt very uneasy about him, as 
he was getting so thin and pale, and she 
was thankful that she had decided to 
stay on in Japan, especially when one 
morning he fainted at the office, and 
was brought home by one of his col- 
leagues. The doctor who was called 
in, said that he was thoroughly run 
down, and that the action of the heart 



was very weak, so he ordered him 
complete rest in bed for a few days. 
Charlie was anxious to finish up some 
business he had on hand, and was 
somewhat difficult to manage. Violet 
gave up all her engagements and Red 
Cross work, in order to nurse and look 
after him. 

The air became very oppressive, and 
the mosquitos were a constant annoy- 
ance. If the windows were opened 
after dark, they buzzed round in 
swarms with their venomous little 
stings, and only retired into obscurity 
at dawn. 

Violet tried to amuse Charlie in 
every way she could think of, but he 
was very depressed, and when allowed 
out of bed, would sit quietly in his 
armchair, only rousing up when 
friends came in for a chat. The weekly 
arrival of the English mail made a 
welcome change for the invalid, and he 
always looked forward to it with much 

One morning Violet came to his room 
with quite a budget of letters and news- 
papers, and having settled him com- 



fortably with the " Times," she went 
into the adjoining room with her own 
correspondence, amongst which she 
was glad to find a letter from Jim. 

My dear Violet, 

I hope soon to hear that you 
and Charlie are returning home, as I 
gather from your last letter, that he 
is feeling the effects of over-work, 
and also it is much too late for either 
of you to remain in Tokyo. I am 
getting anxious about you, and hope 
by this time you have gone to the 
mountains. Do be careful not to 
run about in the sun without a hat, 
and it is a good plan to have a siesta 
(Indian fashion) after tiffin, and 
mind you wrap up well at sun-down. 
I shall soon be all right now, and 
am able to walk to the lake and back 
with the help of two sticks, but the 
doctor says I shall always limp, as the 
muscles of my leg are contracted. I 
think of getting a car, as it is doubt- 
ful whether I shall ever be able to 

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cross a horse again, though it does 
not much matter as there is no hunt- 
ing round here. There are always 
plenty of interests for a man, and I 
hope to get on the County Council 
and School Board. So far the 
pheasants have hatched out well, 
and fishing prospects are also satis- 
factory. I fear a winter in the 
country must be rather wearisome 
for ladies, as there is not much amuse- 
ment for them except a few shooting 

Let me know directly you arrive, 
so that I may run up to town to 
meet you. I want to ask your 
advice on a matter, that has been on 
my mind for many months. Sup- 
pose a man is in love with a girl, but 
she only chaffs him when he tries 
to give her a hint of his intentions, 
do you think he had better risk his 
luck ? If he fails it will be a bitter 
disappointment to him, and she will 
never be the same jolly companion 
again. It is a real puzzle, and I 
think perhaps he is wanting in pluck, 
and ought to have spoken long ago. 



Do think it over and tell me when we 

If you are now at Chuzenji, you 
are probably having a gay time with 
picnics and dances, as all the Lega- 
tions move up there in the summer. 
I am afraid we shall never again have 
a valse together, as I shall always be 
more or less a lame dog. 

By the way, it seems that peace is 
practically signed, and I hear that 
Japan is making all sorts of plans for 
the advancement of the country. 
She will now take her place amongst 
other great Nations in the world, and 
I am glad we have her as an ally. 

I must finish up my letter, as 
mother is waiting to take me for a 
row on the lake, if I can manage to 
hobble into the boat. You will 
laugh when I tell you, that there's 
an almanack hanging in the library, 
on which I chuck off the days till 
you and Charlie return. I hope you 
will decide to come from Yokohama 
to Vancouver, and across the Rocky 
Mountains. It is the quickest route, 
and also there is less chance of being 



caught in a typhoon. Be sure and let 
me know your boat, and in the 
meantime think over my question. 

Yours ever, 


Violet read the letter over several 
times, and then folded it up very 
thoughtfully. There was no mistak- 
ing Jim's meaning, and she felt touched 
by his long devotion. Lately she had 
guessed by his letters, that she was 
more to him than a mere comrade. 
Japan had modified many of her views, 
and she no longer hankered after con- 
stant change and amusement, as in the 
old days. Tears filled her eyes as she 
thought of Major Yoshimo. " Dear 
Jim, it is too soon yet, but perhaps — 
some day." 

She heard Charlie calling her. " Vi, 
come and read this kind letter from 
His Excellency. He is spending a few 
days at Yumoto, and has written to 
say that he is very sorry I have been 
ill, and wishes me to return to England 
at once, instead of waiting till the 



Autumn. I suppose I must obey his 
orders, and any way I should not be 
of much use at the office for some time." 
Charlie looked quite brisk again— 
Hurrah ! for old England. Hurry 
up Vi, and we will take our passages 
in the " Empress of India," which 
leaves for Vancouver in a fortnight's 








" f* AN anything compare in 
\^^ beauty with my home in 
Wales on a summer's even- 
ing in June ? " exclaimed Violet, who 
five years ago had married Jim Morton, 
and was now playing with Bobby, her 
four year old son, by the side of the 
lake. She was looking up at the 
house which was situated on rising 
ground and was covered with jessa- 
mine and Virginian creeper. It had a 
background of firs and larches, and a 
fine cedar and copper-beech stood out 
as specimens. 

It was truly a lovely spot, with its 
view of the Black mountains which 
stretched in one unbroken chain across 
the valley, a high peak towering above 
the others, like a sentinel keeping watch. 
Long expanses of turf led to the lake 
and boathouse, the latter covered with 
masses of white climbing£roses.^On 



the right a streamlet wound its way 
through a bog garden, which was full 
of rare plants. Tall bamboos fringed 
its sides, and a little path led to a 
rustic seat, through banks of green 
moss and oak fern. 

On the left it was less thickly wooded, 
and glimpses could be caught of the 
pleasure grounds, with their beds of 
bright begonias, and a wide border full 
of Japanese peonies and lilies, while 
ramblers were tumbling over high 
poles in rich profusion. 

In the prettiest corner of the dingle 
there was a well of clear fresh water, 
level with the pathway. A rough 
stone was inscribed with the following 
words in Welsh, " Yr hun a yrr y 
ffynhonnau i'r dyffryhoedd " (" He 
sendeth the springs into the valleys ") 
and fumitory, London pride, and forget- 
me-nots, fell from rocky niches over 
noble osmunda ferns. The little 
stream rippled gaily on, till passing 
under an archway, it fell over a water- 
fall into a corner of the lake. 

Bobby was very busy with a toy 
boat, which was being pulled to and fro 



on a string, his nurse on one side and 
he on the other. 

Presently Jim arrived from the riveJ 
with a basket of freshly caught fish, 
and laying it on the ground with his 
rod and tackle, he came and sat down 
beside Violet on the sloping bank. 

They watched a flock of wild duck 
circling over-head, and a heron with 
ungainly flight, seeking the marshes. 

Sambo, a black poodle with pink 
ribbons tying up two ridiculous tufts 
of hair on his head and tail, was rushing 
to and fro, barking frantically at the 
fancy ducks, which continued to splash 
and dive quite unconcernedly. 

Bobby's little boat, though wobbling 
dangerously, had to his great delight 
made several safe voyages, when sud- 
denly a gust of wind caught the sails, 
and nearly swamped it. 

" Mummy, Mummy," he cried, " my 
boat is sinking ; quick, quick." 

Violet flew to the rescue, and was 
just in time to pull it safely to shore. 
Bobby wanted to start it again, but 
Violet, taking his hand in hers, said 
gently, " It will soon be bed-time now, 



leave it darling for to-night, it has 
reached home safely." 

Bobby trotted off contentedly to his 
father, who allowed him to peep into 
the fish basket, where silvery trout and 
a couple of sewin were lying on some 
freshly gathered grass. Then they 
rejoined Violet, and Bobby sat quietly 
on his father's knee, watching Sambo. 

" How happy this anniversary of 
our wedding day has been," said Violet, 
with a sigh of content. 

Jim put his arm round her. " Are 
you quite sure, sweetheart, that you 
never regret your London seasons, nor 
your friends in Japan ? " 

Violet bent her head and kissed the 
child's golden curls, then nestling closer 
to her husband, she broke into a merry 
laugh, though there was a suspicion of 
moisture in her blue eyes, as she 
glanced at the little boat now safely 
tied to a post. 

" Dear old Jim, I think Japan taught 
me some of the deep lessons of life, but 
now I have found true happiness in my 
home, with you and Bobby." 

The summer twilight was drawing to 



a close, and the large white and yellow 
water lilies were gradually folding their 
glossy petals. Deep shadows lengthen- 
ed on the mountains, which were 
thinly veiled with the pearly mists of 
evening, a sweet fragrance rose from 
a bed of night stocks, and the song of 
the birds was hushed. 

All nature was at rest in the peaceful 


"In Japanese Hospitals during 
War Time." 

By the Same Author. 

An entertaining- volume on Hospital work by 
Mrs Richardson, who served for fifteen months 
with the Red Cross Society of Japan. She has 
a fine record, and the impressions of Hospital 
work are cleverly portrayed, and the book is 
bright and cheerful throughout, the reader being 
spared tiresome details and technicalities. 


Mrs Richardson has undertaken to give her 
impressions of Japanese Hospitals at the request 
of Baron Ozawa, one of the presidents of the Red 
Cross Society. That the impressions would be 
highly favourable might have been expected, and 
silent endurance, courtesy in the midst of agony, 
friendliness and gracious behaviour are what she 
found among officers and privates alike. We 
were prepared for these traits, but not for the 
gentler poetry which Mrs Richardson appears to 
have found in Japan throughout the storm and 
stress of war. It pervades the book because it 
has pervaded the writer's experience. Let us 
say here that she tells her story admirably, with 
no effort after fine writing, no misplaced gush, 
but with a simplicity and consequent expressive- 
ness which render her pages abundantly interest- 

St James Gazette. 

While Mrs Richardson gives the most graphic 
pictures of Hospital life, and the Red Cross work, 
there is not a paragraph, nor a page of the 
gruesome, though it contains a few red patches. 
The book is charming by reason of its simplic- 
ity, and the volume is more readable than a 
romance, and deserves a place on the shelves of 
every library. 

South Wales Daily News. 

Still another book about Japan, and yet one 
that could not well be spared, for one gathers 
from Mrs Richardson's graphic and unaffected 
narrative of life " In Japanese Hospitals during 
War Time," not only a vivid idea of the per- 
fection of their Red Cross arrangements, but in 
addition some interesting and valuable sidelights 
on the national character and customs. Mrs 
Richardson was the first lady to enter Port Arthur 
after the siege, and gives a graphic account of 
its state. The book is embellished by a number of 


Newcastle Chronicle. 

The Russo-Japanese war has been the subject 
of many writers, and though it has been treated 
in many cases ad nauseam, readers will welcome 
a volume by Mrs Richardson, member of the 
Japan Society. She has written a graphic and 
most impressive account of her experiences during 
a unique period of modern history, and has thrown 
invaluable side lights on the complex character 
of the Japanese. The book is as fascinating as 

a novel. 


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