Some Chinese Ghosts eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 80 pages of information about Some Chinese Ghosts.

Some Chinese Ghosts eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 80 pages of information about Some Chinese Ghosts.
vapors of gold, and odorous with flower-breathings as a temple with incense.  The dreamy joy of the day entered into the heart of Ming-Y; and he sat him down among the young blossoms, under the branches swaying against the violet sky, to drink in the perfume and the light, and to enjoy the great sweet silence.  Even while thus reposing, a sound caused him to turn his eyes toward a shady place where wild peach-trees were in bloom; and he beheld a young woman, beautiful as the pinkening blossoms themselves, trying to hide among them.  Though he looked for a moment only, Ming-Y could not avoid discerning the loveliness of her face, the golden purity of her complexion, and the brightness of her long eyes, that sparkled under a pair of brows as daintily curved as the wings of the silkworm butterfly outspread.  Ming-Y at once turned his gaze away, and, rising quickly, proceeded on his journey.  But so much embarrassed did he feel at the idea of those charming eyes peeping at him through the leaves, that he suffered the money he had been carrying in his sleeve to fall, without being aware of it.  A few moments later he heard the patter of light feet running behind him, and a woman’s voice calling him by name.  Turning his face in great surprise, he saw a comely servant-maid, who said to him, “Sir, my mistress bade me pick up and return you this silver which you dropped upon the road.”  Ming-Y thanked the girl gracefully, and requested her to convey his compliments to her mistress.  Then he proceeded on his way through the perfumed silence, athwart the shadows that dreamed along the forgotten path, dreaming himself also, and feeling his heart beating with strange quickness at the thought of the beautiful being that he had seen.

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It was just such another day when Ming-Y, returning by the same path, paused once more at the spot where the gracious figure had momentarily appeared before him.  But this time he was surprised to perceive, through a long vista of immense trees, a dwelling that had previously escaped his notice,—­a country residence, not large, yet elegant to an unusual degree.  The bright blue tiles of its curved and serrated double roof, rising above the foliage, seemed to blend their color with the luminous azure of the day; the green-and-gold designs of its carven porticos were exquisite artistic mockeries of leaves and flowers bathed in sunshine.  And at the summit of terrace-steps before it, guarded by great porcelain tortoises, Ming-Y saw standing the mistress of the mansion,—­the idol of his passionate fancy,—­accompanied by the same waiting-maid who had borne to her his message of gratitude.  While Ming-Y looked, he perceived that their eyes were upon him; they smiled and conversed together as if speaking about him; and, shy though he was, the youth found courage to salute the fair one from a distance.  To his astonishment, the young servant beckoned him to approach; and opening a rustic gate half veiled by trailing plants bearing crimson flowers, Ming-Y advanced along the verdant alley leading to the terrace, with mingled feelings of surprise and timid joy.  As he drew near, the beautiful lady withdrew from sight; but the maid waited at the broad steps to receive him, and said as he ascended: 

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