Telegram-herald., 1890-02-10
4 sApANssE NOVELIST.
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tsr charsctsrs over iks tlHy Shops - beng Ia
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vond tas csoeiasatal intelllgenoe. An1 tns
l5es ~ thsSs so4eE21 llasS u1klng u oiseA
tharaselves - convey modern Iscslon L. tols
qazlnt AiIle pGolse u nspplaE ciuaono @nd
clartariax gcIs that wArEns itssh over a
hibachi aa6 ) = a. day "a the nooS q us
curious aouniciseS, and goes bsreheA1~i st'oNt
its olsiaaSs .n the streets. = EDors e1oeealle y
qassr.
know they DO tAough, not beososs they
have conveyed Any q lsls. bgI beo~usS eAse
Japanase frieac Nv is noSe-lsi, sLla 10
night szt azsd wztoAsi hlIa 0ocoratle ths
fortuuas Of hls heroine for hong time his
workshop has no Grub stTcet suggestions IA
H. Snail describe It - yous
IL is a little roon, a very htlls room. SIX
mats L. its yapanese Ulassur ul4spt, anc mat
Is about SIX feet bv -four Ii l. flll ~ the
soft duu hight tnat pulses from square
white paper lantern, the low, bright woodsn
ceiling gives hack pale uroWa g.sAm here
aud there. There Is a sllvery giinI az the fra!
paneied walls, which 2 nave hsarned not %
lean against; anu IN a warm, gray shAaowe,i
recess q gold Baddha crosses his feet and
stretches forth hls palms smiling gently upon
the lotus which be holds Ia another recess
stand Ihe curious veSsnls of ir0n aud clay Ead
bamboo fer the tea ceremony. NV novelist
has often told ne the sIory q the Tea oere-
mony-how II was invested 800 years sgo by
a wise man. whose name / could not possibly
spell. who though; that the japanese were de
Ginning into luxury, 10 CRAFTY me soul more
and the sense less
Often have ] seen him conduct this grave
function, tasting frat, a. a foreign guest.
the bitterness of that powdered poAteness
thst went from lip % up ami lssr - hrs The
special bowl Of the tea ceremony. fashioned
by the hand II the wise man himself gone
back 10 clay so long ago Is more precious
than rubies. il ls Of the eosrsest mold. and
there are even stones IN Al, but one can see
quite psinly about 10 the finger marks II the
maker wllh tnt,r delicate curved line II
wrinsled SKIN, and the impress Of his thought
Is also there Aud on one SIDE, where the
clay is broken away, the place Is made Whole
again with pure gold.
There was nothing in the room an hour
ago except my novelist and has table and MS
tools ard me lie sat on the floor in f0w-
ing garment Of brown SILK lined with blue
MS legs disposed comfortably under him.
sat there. too, with mine contOrted under
me II takes time 10 adapt ones muscles
70 the japanese point Of view, II Is lac
quered table about foot hign-such won
derful tablet For il has stood before the altar
of dusky Buddhist temples, and upborne the
curling incense OF many geDerations-gen-
/ erations that lived and prayed and clattered
away into an obscurity deeper than that a
/ the temple. though the great bronze feet o.
/ BuddLa behind the altar stirred never a
! hairs breadth from THAT place 70 keep them
! company The lacquer is SO honest and 81
| old thai IL has turned a mysterious greenlSf
! brown, and over this runs a sparing design
| of wild roses in deep cut gold, turning down
/ the claw feet Of some imaginative monster
/ which support the massive slab.
Nv friends writing materials are as idyllic
as his surroundings-his paper is delicatey
| tinted yellow, with blue lines running up and
| down His inkstand is a carved ebony slab
with one end followed out for water 10 rub
his cube of India ink in, and holds the -four
or five daintily decorated bamboo branche:
which are bis pens. Naturally, be does not
write his novel, he paints it. Beginning al
the end Of the whole, at the left Of every page
and at the top Of every line, straight down
| between the two blue parallels bis saal
brown hand goes, WITH quick, delicate DARK
! touches from which ore springing the woes oi
! O-Mitsu-san, or Miss Honey Sweet, and the
heroisn of Matsuo-san, OF the Strong Pins
! Tree.-Cor. London Athen1um