The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1914-08-22

A. Stokes Company. New York;
when she ,oas bride Of eighteen. scrifins
20 her husband. then member Of the quite Of
Prtnce chHao. traveiIin0 aoroed):
my nrst letter TO thee was fun Of sadness
wi and longing because thou vert newly
80 gone from me. Now a week has
passed. the sadness Is stiii In my heart. but II
Is buried deep for only 70 know. I have my
duties which must be done. my daily tasks that
only I can do. since thine Honorable Mother
has handed me the keys TO the rice bin. realize
the great honor she does me. and at last she
trusts me and believes me no child she did
when nrst entered her household.
Thou askest me II stu care for thee. n the
remembrance OF thy face has grown less dear
with the passing OF the days. Dear one. thou
knowest We Chinese women not supposed
ITO know OF love. much less to speak OF II.
We go TO you as strangers. we have
no choice. and II the gods withhold their great
est gift. the gift OF love. then life IL gray and
van as the twilight OF a hopeless day.
Do love theeg / cannot tell think OF thee
BY day and dream OF thee by night
There Is much wRiling in the courtyards.
The gardener and the bearer and the Waterman
are having bound the feet OF their small
daughters. The saying. For every pair OF
golden lilies there Is kang OF tears" Is true.
] am so sorry for them. Just when they want
aching feet Ny Amah wished 10 put ON the
heavy bindings. but I would not permit Il.
said: DO you want little eyes 10 al with tears
Zach time they see you coming across the
courtyard? II their grandmothers do not come.
let some Old women from the village do the
My courtyard Is nIled with the sounds of
chatting women I have sent for the sewing
women and those who do embroidery. and the
days are passed IN making little garments.
Even thine Honorable Mother takes again the
needle and shows Us how she broidered Jackets
for thee when thou vert young.
He Is here. beloveS thy som I put out nv
hand and touch him. and the breath OF the wind
through the pine trees brings the music OF the
gods 20 me. - I am wroth with thy
brother Chih-peh. He Is a man OF very small
diseernment He cannot see the wonders OF
thy SON ! sorrow for him. The gods have
surely drawn hlm before his eyes.
watch Ms small face grow each day more
IKE TO thine. I siye lang sours 20 tenairs 81
bis future He must be a man like thee. strong
noble. kindly. bearing thy great name Wits
honor. 50 that IN years 70 come Il will be said:
The nrst born son OF Kwei-li was a great and
worthy man. The gods are good, ms
loved one. they are good to thy RweilL
have gone the pathway the last time to lay
my onering at the feet OF Kwan-yin. She does
Mercy. She IL a thing OF gold and wood. and
she has Knocked my despair. has laughed At
the heart that is within me. that Is alive and
full Of an anguish such as she has never
known. My son, my man-child. IL
dead There are no gods. there are no gods. J
am alone.
They have brought to me from the market
place book OF a new God. A Votes
speaks TO me from out these pages. Voice that
says: Come unto Me all ye weary and heavy
laden. and ] will give thee rest" My longing
soul cries out: 20 great and unknown God
give Ne this rest"
(Toenfy dUe years later tohen her husband
serves the net0 Chinese Republic as Governor Of
Shanghai. Keeili to1fes long letters 70 her
NrnOfher-tH-fdo. DhO u secluded ~ distant
pr0pfnce. about tie amazing social changes
drought bV the rsUOlufiOHJ: