<h2><SPAN name="chapter-46"><abbr title="Forty-Six">XLVI.</abbr> <br/> THE SISTERS.</SPAN></h2>
<p><span class="smallcaps">His Excellency</span> the Grand Secretary Mao came
from an obscure family in the district of Yeh, his
father being only a poor cow-herd. At the same place
there resided a wealthy gentleman, named Chang, who
owned a burial-ground in the neighbourhood; and
some one informed him that while passing by he had
heard sounds of wrangling from within the grave, and
voices saying, “Make haste and go away; do not
disturb His Excellency's home.” Chang did not much
believe this; but subsequently he had several dreams
in which he was told that the burial-ground in question
really belonged to the Mao family, and that he had no
right whatever to it. From this moment the affairs of
his house began to go wrong; and at length he listened
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to the remonstrances of friends and removed his dead
elsewhere.</p>
<p>One day Mao's father, the cow-herd, was out near
this burial-ground, when, a storm of rain coming on, he
took refuge in the now empty grave, while the rain came
down harder than ever, and by-and-by flooded the whole
place and drowned the old man. The Grand Secretary
was then a mere boy, and his mother went off to
Chang to beg a piece of ground wherein to bury her
dead husband. When Chang heard her name he was
greatly astonished; and on going to look at the spot
where the old man was drowned, found that it was
exactly at the proper place for the coffin. More than
ever amazed, he gave orders that the body should be
buried there in the old grave, and also bade Mao's
mother bring her son to see him. When the funeral
was over, she went with Mao to Mr. Chang's house, to
thank him for his kindness; and so pleased was he
with the boy that he kept him to be educated, ranking
him as one of his own sons. He also said he would
give him his eldest daughter as a wife, an offer which
Mao's mother hardly dared accept; but Mrs. Chang
said that the thing was settled and couldn't be altered,
so then she was obliged to consent. The young lady,
however, had a great contempt for Mao, and made no
effort to disguise her feelings; and if any one spoke to
her of him, she would put her fingers in her ears, declaring
she would die sooner than marry the cow-boy.
On the day appointed for the wedding, the bridegroom
arrived, and was feasted within, while outside the door a
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handsome chair was in waiting to convey away the
bride, who all this time was standing crying in a corner,
wiping her eyes with her sleeve, and absolutely refusing
to dress. Just then the bridegroom sent in to say he
was going, and the drums and trumpets struck up the
wedding march, at which the bride's tears only fell the
faster as her hair hung dishevelled down her back.
Her father managed to detain Mao awhile, and went in
to urge his daughter to make haste, she weeping bitterly
as if she did not hear what he was saying. He now got
into a rage, which only made her cry the louder; and in
the middle of it all a servant came to say the bridegroom
wished to take his leave. The father ran out
and said his daughter wasn't quite ready, begging Mao
to wait a little longer; and then hurried back again to
the bride. Thus they went on for some time, backwards
and forwards, until at last things began to look
serious, for the young lady obstinately refused to yield;
and Mr. Chang was ready to commit suicide for want of
anything better. Just then his second daughter was
standing by upbraiding her elder sister for her disobedience,
when suddenly the latter turned round in a
rage, and cried out, “So you are imitating the rest of
them, you little minx; why don't you go and marry him
yourself?” “My father did not betroth me to Mr.
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Mao,” answered she, “but if he had I should not
require you to persuade me to accept him.” Her father
was delighted with this reply, and at once went off and
consulted with his wife as to whether they could venture
to substitute the second for the elder; and then her
mother came and said to her, “That bad girl there
won't obey her parent's commands; we wish, therefore,
to put you in her place: will you consent to this arrangement?”
The younger sister readily agreed, saying
that had they told her to marry a beggar she would not
have dared to refuse, and that she had not such a low
opinion of Mr. Mao as all that. Her father and
mother rejoiced exceedingly at receiving this reply; and
dressing her up in her sister's clothes, put her in the
bridal chair and sent her off. She proved an excellent
wife, and lived in harmony with her husband; but she
was troubled with a disease of the hair, which caused
Mr. Mao some annoyance. Later on, she told him how
she had changed places with her sister, and this made
him think more highly of her than before. Soon after
Mao took his bachelor's degree, and then set off to
present himself as a candidate for the master's degree.
On the way he passed by an inn, the landlord of which
had dreamt the night before that a spirit appeared to
him and said, “To-morrow Mr. Mao, first on the list,
will come. Some day he will extricate you from a
difficulty.” Accordingly the landlord got up early, and
took especial note of all guests who came from the eastward,
until at last Mao himself arrived. The landlord
was very glad to see him, and provided him with the
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best of everything, refusing to take any payment for it
all, but telling what he had dreamt the night before.
Mao now began to give himself airs; and, reflecting
that his wife's want of hair would make him look
ridiculous, he determined that as soon as he attained
to rank and power he would find another spouse. But
alas! when the successful list of candidates was published,
Mao's name was not among them; and he
retraced his steps with a heavy heart, and by another
road, so as to avoid meeting the innkeeper. Three years
afterwards he went up again, and the landlord received
him with precisely the same attentions as on the previous
occasion; upon which Mao said to him, “Your former
words did not come true; I am now ashamed to put
you to so much trouble.” “Ah,” replied the landlord,
“you meant to get rid of your wife, and the Ruler of
the world below struck out your name. My dream
couldn't have been false.” In great astonishment, Mao
asked what he meant by these words; and then he
learnt that after his departure the landlord had had a
second dream informing him of the above facts. Mao
was much alarmed at what he heard, and remained as
motionless as a wooden image, until the landlord said
to him, “You, Sir, as a scholar, should have more self-respect,
and you will certainly take the highest place.”
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By-and-by when the list came out, Mao was the first
of all; and almost simultaneously his wife's hair began
to grow quite thick, making her much better-looking
than she had hitherto been.</p>
<p>Now her elder sister had married a rich young fellow
of good family, who lived in the neighbourhood, which
made the young lady more contemptuous than ever;
but he was so extravagant and so idle that their property
was soon gone, and they were positively in want
of food. Hearing, too, of Mr. Mao's success at the
examination, she was overwhelmed with shame and vexation,
and avoided even meeting her sister in the street.
Just then her husband died and left her destitute; and
about the same time Mao took his doctor's degree,
which so aggravated her feelings that, in a passion, she
became a nun. Subsequently, when Mao rose to be a
high officer of state, she sent a novice to his yamên to
try and get a subscription out of him for the temple;
and Mao's wife, who gave several pieces of silk and
other things, secretly inserted a sum of money among
them. The novice, not knowing this, reported what she
had received to the elder sister, who cried out in a passion,
“I wanted money to buy food with; of what use are
these things to me?” So she bade the novice take
them back; and when Mao and his wife saw her return,
they suspected what had happened, and opening the
parcel found the money still there. They now understood
why the presents had been refused; and taking
the money, Mao said to the novice, “If one hundred
ounces of silver is too much luck for your mistress to
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secure, of course she could never have secured a high
official, such as I am now, for her husband.” He then
took fifty ounces, and giving them to the novice, sent
her away, adding, “Hand this to your mistress, I'm
afraid more would be too much for her.” The novice
returned and repeated all that had been said; and then
the elder sister sighed to think what a failure her life
had been, and how she had rejected the worthy to
accept the worthless. After this, the innkeeper got into
trouble about a case of murder, and was imprisoned;
but Mao exerted his influence, and obtained the man's
pardon.</p>
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