<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_IV"></SPAN>CHAPTER IV</h2></div>
<p class="drop-cap i"><span class="smcap1">I was</span> speedily rowed ashore in a state of great
exaltation. The sudden change in my expectations
was bewilderingly Eastern in its completeness.
The astonishingly intimate companionship of
this buoyant, effervescent girl had affected me as did
the bottle of champagne earlier in the day. I was well
aware that many of my former acquaintances would
have raised their hands in horror at the thought of a
girl wandering about an Eastern city with me, entirely
unchaperoned; but I had been so long down on my
luck, and the experiences I had encountered with so-called
fashionable friends had been so bitter, that the
little finicky rules of society seemed of small account
when compared with the realities of life. The girl was
perfectly untrained and impulsive, but that she was a
true-hearted woman I had not the slightest doubt.
Was I in love with her? I asked myself, and at that
moment my brain was in too great a whirl to be able
to answer the question satisfactorily to myself. My
short ten weeks in America had given me no such acquaintance
as this, although the two months and a half
had cost me fifty thousand dollars a week, certainly
the most expensive living that any man is likely to encounter.
I had met a few American women, but they<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_38">38</SPAN></span>
all seemed as cold and indifferent as our own, while
here was a veritable child of nature, as untrammelled
by the little rules of society as could well be imagined.
After all, were these rules so important as I had hitherto
supposed them to be? Certainly not, I replied to
myself, as I stepped ashore.</p>
<p>I climbed the steep hill to my former residence with
my head in the air in every sense of the word. Many
a weary journey I had taken up that forlorn path, and
it had often been the up-hill road of discouragement;
but to-night Japan was indeed the land of enchantment
which so many romantic writers have depicted it. I
thought of the girl and thought of her father, wondering
what my new duties were to be. If to-day were a
sample of them then truly was Paradise regained, as
the poet has it. I had told Mr. Hemster that I needed
time to purchase necessary things for the voyage, but
this would take me to very few shops. I had in store
in Nagasaki a large trunk filled with various suits of
clothing, a trunk of that comprehensive kind which
one buys in America. This was really in pawn. I had
delivered it to a shopkeeper who had given me a line of
credit now long since ended, but I knew I should find
my goods and chattels safe when I came with the
money, as indeed proved to be the case.</p>
<p>It was a great pleasure to meet Yansan once more,
bowing as lowly as if I were in truth a millionaire. I
had often wondered what would happen if I had been
compelled to tell the grimacing old fellow I had no
money to pay him. Would his excessive politeness
have stood the strain? Perhaps so, but luckily his<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_39">39</SPAN></span>
good nature was not to be put to the test. I could
scarcely refrain from grasping his two hands, as Miss
Hemster had grasped mine, and dancing with him
around the bare habitation which he owned and which
had so long been my shelter. However, I said calmly
to him:</p>
<p>“Yansan, my ship has come in, as I told you this
morning; and now, if you will bring me that bill, errors
and all, I will pay you three times its amount.”</p>
<p>Speechless, the old man dropped on his knees and
beat his forehead against the floor.</p>
<p>“Excellency has always been too good to me!” he
exclaimed.</p>
<p>I tried to induce good old Yansan to share supper
with me; but he was too much impressed with my
greatness and could do nothing but bow and bow and
serve me.</p>
<p>After the repast I went down into the town again,
redeemed my trunk and its contents, bought what I
needed, and ordered everything forwarded to the yacht
before seven o’clock next morning. Then I went to a
tea-house, and drank tea, and thought over the wonderful
events of the day, after which I climbed the hill
again for a night’s rest.</p>
<p>I was very sorry to bid farewell to old Yansan next
morning, and I believe he was very sorry to part with
his lodger. Once more at the waterside I hailed my
sampan-boy, who was now all eagerness to serve me,
and he took me out to the yacht, which was evidently
ready for an early departure. Her whole crew was
now aboard, and most of them had had a day’s leave in<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_40">40</SPAN></span>
Nagasaki yesterday. The captain was pacing up and
down the bridge, and smoke was lazily trailing from
the funnel.</p>
<p>Arrived on deck I found Mr. Hemster in his former
position in the cane chair, with his back still toward
Nagasaki, which town I believe he never glanced at
all the time his yacht was in harbor. I learned afterward
that he thought it compared very unfavorably
with Chicago. His unlighted cigar was describing circles
in the air, and all in all I might have imagined he
had not changed from the position I left him in the
day before if I had not seen him leaning over the rail
when I escorted his daughter back to the yacht. He
gave me no further greeting than a nod, which did not
err on the side of effusiveness.</p>
<p>I inquired of the Japanese boy, who stood ready to
receive me with all the courtesy of his race, whether my
luggage had come aboard, and he informed me that it
had. I approached Mr. Hemster, bidding him good-morning,
but he gave a side nod of his head toward the
Japanese boy and said, “He’ll show you to your
cabin,” so I followed the youth down the companion-way
to my quarters. The yacht, as I have said, was
very big. The main saloon extended from side to side,
and was nearly as large as the dining-room of an ocean
liner. Two servants with caps and aprons, exactly like
English housemaids, were dusting and putting things
to rights as I passed through.</p>
<p>My cabin proved ample in size, and was even more
comfortably equipped than I expected to find it. My
luggage was there, and I took the opportunity of<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_41">41</SPAN></span>
changing my present costume for one of more nautical
cut, and, placing a yachting-cap on my head, I went on
deck again. I had expected, from all the preparedness
I had seen, to hear the anchor-chain rattle up before I
was equipped, and feared for the moment that I had
delayed the sailing of the yacht; but on looking at my
watch as I went on deck I found it was not yet ten
o’clock, so I was in ample time, as had been arranged.</p>
<p>I had seen nothing of Miss Hemster, and began to
suspect that she had gone ashore and that the yacht
was awaiting her return; but a glance showed me that
all the yacht’s boats were in place, so if the young
woman had indulged in a supplementary shopping-tour
it must have been in a sampan, which was unlikely.</p>
<p>The old gentleman, as I approached him, eyed my
yachting toggery with what seemed to me critical disapproval.</p>
<p>“Well,” he said, “you’re all fitted out for a cruise,
aren’t you? Have a cigar,”—and he offered me his
case.</p>
<p>I took the weed and replied:</p>
<p>“Yes, and you seem ready to begin a cruise. May
I ask where you are going?”</p>
<p>“I don’t know exactly,” he replied carelessly. “I
haven’t quite made up my mind yet. I thought perhaps
you might be able to decide the matter.”</p>
<p>“To decide!” I answered in surprise.</p>
<p>“Yes,” he said, sitting up suddenly and throwing
the cigar overboard. “What nonsense were you talking
to my daughter yesterday?”</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_42">42</SPAN></span></p>
<p>I was so taken aback at this unexpected and gruff
inquiry that I fear I stood there looking rather idiotic,
which was evidently the old man’s own impression of
me, for he scowled in a manner that was extremely disconcerting.
I had no wish to adopt the Adam-like expedient
of blaming the woman; but, after all, he had
been there when I went off alone with her, and it was
really not my fault that I was the girl’s sole companion
in Nagasaki. All my own early training and later
social prejudices led me to sympathize with Mr. Hemster’s
evident ill-humour regarding our shore excursion,
but nevertheless it struck me as a trifle belated.
He should have objected when the proposal was made.</p>
<p>“Really, sir,” I stammered at last, “I’m afraid I
must say I don’t exactly know what you mean.”</p>
<p>“I think I spoke plainly enough,” he answered. “I
want you to be careful what you say, and if you come
with me to my office, where we shall not be interrupted,
I’ll give you a straight talking to, so that we may
avoid trouble in the future.”</p>
<p>I was speechless with amazement, and also somewhat
indignant. If he took this tone with me, my
place was evidently going to be one of some difficulty.
However, needs must when the devil drives, even if he
comes from Chicago; and although his words were bitter
to endure, I was in a manner helpless and forced to
remember my subordinate position, which, in truth, I
had perhaps forgotten during my shopping experiences
with his impulsive daughter. Yet I had myself made
her aware of my situation, and if our conversation at
times had been a trifle free and easy I think the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_43">43</SPAN></span>
fault——but there—there—there——I’m at the
Adam business again. The woman tempted me, and I
did talk. I felt humiliated that even to myself I placed
any blame upon her.</p>
<p>Mr. Hemster rose, nipped off the point of another
cigar, and strode along the deck to the companion-way,
I following him like a confessed culprit. He led me to
what he called his office, a room not very much larger
than my own, but without the bunk that took up part
of the space in my cabin; in fact a door led out of it
which, I afterward learned, communicated with his
bedroom. The office was fitted up with an American
roll-top desk fastened to the floor, a copying-press, a
typewriter, filing-cases from floor to ceiling, and other
paraphernalia of a completely equipped business establishment.
There was a swivelled armchair before the
desk, into which Mr. Hemster dropped and leaned
back, the springs creaking as he did so. There was but
one other chair in the room, and he motioned me into
it.</p>
<p>“See here!” he began abruptly. “Did you tell my
daughter yesterday that you were a friend of the Mikado’s?”</p>
<p>“God bless me, no!” I was surprised into replying.
“I said nothing of the sort.”</p>
<p>“Well, you left her under that impression.”</p>
<p>“I cannot see, Mr. Hemster, how such can be the
case. I told Miss Hemster that I had met the Mikado
on several occasions, but I explained to her that these
occasions were entirely official, and each time I merely
accompanied a superior officer in the diplomatic service.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_44">44</SPAN></span>
Although I have spoken with His Majesty, it was
merely because questions were addressed to me, and
because I was the only person present sufficiently conversant
with the Japanese language to make him a
reply in his own tongue.”</p>
<p>“I see, I see,” mused the old gentleman; “but Gertie
somehow got it into her head that you could introduce
us personally to the Mikado. I told her it was
not likely that a fellow I had picked up strapped from
the streets of Nagasaki, as one might say, would be
able to give us an introduction that would amount to
anything.”</p>
<p>I felt myself getting red behind the ears as Mr.
Hemster put my situation with, what seemed to me,
such unnecessary brutality. Yet, after all, what he had
said was the exact truth, and I had no right to complain
of it, for if there was money in my pocket at that
moment it was because he had placed it there; and then
I saw intuitively that he meant no offence, but was
merely repeating what he had said to his daughter,
placing the case in a way that would be convincing to
a man, whatever effect it might have on a woman’s
mind.</p>
<p>“I am afraid,” I said, “that I must have expressed
myself clumsily to Miss Hemster. I think I told her,—but
I make the statement subject to correction,—that I
had so long since severed my connection with diplomatic
service in Tokio that even the slight power I then
possessed no longer exists. If I still retained my former
position I should scarcely be more helpless than I
am now, so far as what you require is concerned.”</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_45">45</SPAN></span></p>
<p>“That’s exactly what I told her,” growled the old
man. “I suppose you haven’t any suggestion to make
that would help me out at all?”</p>
<p>“The only suggestion I can make is this, and indeed
I think the way seems perfectly clear. You no doubt
know your own Ambassador,—perhaps have letters
of introduction to him,—and he may very easily arrange
for you to have an audience with His Majesty
the Mikado.”</p>
<p>“Oh! our Ambassador!” growled Mr. Hemster in
tones of great contempt; “he’s nothing but a one-horse
politician.”</p>
<p>“Nevertheless,” said I, “his position is such that by
merely exercising the prerogatives of his office he
could get you what you wanted.”</p>
<p>“No, he can’t,” maintained the old gentleman
stoutly. “Still, I shouldn’t say anything against him;
he’s all right. He did his best for us, and if we could
have waited long enough at Yokohama perhaps he
might have fixed up an audience with the Mikado.
But I’d had enough of hanging on around there, and
so I sailed away. Now, my son, I said I was going to
give you a talking to, and I am. I’ll tell you just how
the land lies, so you can be of some help to me and not
a drawback. I want you to be careful of what you say
to Gertie about such people as the Mikado, because it
excites her and makes her think certain things are easy
when they’re not.”</p>
<p>“I am very sorry if I have said anything that led to
a misapprehension. I certainly did not intend to.”</p>
<p>“No, no! I understand that. I am not blaming you<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_46">46</SPAN></span>
a bit. I just want you to catch on to the situation,
that’s all. Gertie likes you first rate; she told me so,
and I’m ever so much obliged to you for the trouble
you took yesterday afternoon in entertaining her. She
told me everything you said and did, and it was all
right. Now Gertie has always been accustomed to
moving in the very highest society. She doesn’t care
for anything else, and she took to you from the very
first. I was glad of that, because I should have consulted
her before I hired you. Nevertheless, I knew the
moment you spoke that you were the man I wanted,
and so I took the risk. I never cared for high society
myself; my intercourse has been with business
men. I understand them, and I like them; but I don’t
cut any figure in high society, and I don’t care to,
either. Now, with Gertie it’s different. She’s been
educated at the finest schools, and I’ve taken her all
over Europe, where we stayed at the very best hotels
and met the very best people in both Europe and
America. Why, we’ve met more Sirs and Lords and
Barons and High Mightinesses than you can shake a
stick at. Gertie, she’s right at home among those kind
of people, and, if I do say it myself, she’s quite capable
of taking her place among the best of them, and she
knows it. There never was a time we came in to the
best table d’hôte in Europe that every eye wasn’t
turned toward her, and she’s been the life of the most
noted hotels that exist, no matter where they are, and
no matter what their price is.”</p>
<p>I ventured to remark that I could well believe this
to have been the case.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_47">47</SPAN></span></p>
<p>“Yes, and you don’t need to take my word for it,”
continued the old man with quite perceptible pride;
“you may ask any one that was there. Whether it
was a British Lord, or a French Count, or a German
Baron, or an Italian Prince, it was just the same. I
admit that it seemed to me that some of those nobles
didn’t amount to much. But that’s neither here nor
there; as I told you before, I’m no judge. I suppose
they have their usefulness in creation, even though I’m
not able to see it. But the result of it all was that Gertie
got tired of them, and, as she is an ambitious girl
and a real lady, she determined to strike higher, and
so, when we bought this yacht and came abroad again,
she determined to go in for Kings, so I’ve been on a
King hunt ever since, and to tell the truth it has cost
me a lot of money and I don’t like it. Not that I mind
the money if it resulted in anything, but it hasn’t resulted
in anything; that is, it hasn’t amounted to
much. Gertie doesn’t care for the ordinary presentation
at Court, for nearly anybody can have that. What
she wants is to get a King or an Emperor right here on
board this yacht at lunch or tea, or whatever he wants,
and enjoy an intimate conversation with him, just like
she’s had with them no-account Princes. Then she
wants a column or two account of that written up for
the Paris edition of the “New York Herald,” and she
wants to have it cabled over to America. Now she’s
the only chick or child I’ve got. Her mother’s been
dead these fifteen years, and Gertie is all I have in the
world, so I’m willing to do anything she wants done,
no matter whether I like it or not. But I don’t want<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_48">48</SPAN></span>
to engage in anything that doesn’t succeed. Success is
the one thing that amounts to anything. The man who
is a failure cuts no ice. And so it rather grinds me to
confess that I’ve been a failure in this King business.
Now I don’t know much about Kings, but it strikes
me they’re just like other things in this world. If you
want to get along with them, you must study them.
It’s like climbing a stair; if you want to get to the top
you must begin at the lowest step. If you try to take
one stride up to the top landing, why you’re apt to
come down on your head. I told Gertie it was no use
beginning with the German Emperor, for we’d have to
get accustomed to the low-down Kings and gradually
work up. She believes in aiming high. That’s all
right ordinarily, but it isn’t a practical proposition.
Still, I let her have her way and did the best I could,
but it was no use. I paid a German Baron a certain
sum for getting the Emperor on board my yacht, but
he didn’t deliver the goods. So I said to Gertie: ‘My
girl, we’d better go to India, or some place where
Kings are cheap, and practise on them first.’ She
hated to give in, but she’s a reasonable young woman
if you take her the right way. Well, the long and the
short of it was that we sent the yacht around to Marseilles,
and went down from Paris to meet her there,
and sailed to Egypt, and, just as I said, we had no difficulty
at all in raking in the Khedive. But that wasn’t
very satisfactory when all’s said and done. Gertie
claimed he wasn’t a real king, and I say he’s not a
real gentleman. We had a little unpleasantness there,
and he became altogether too friendly, so we sailed off<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_49">49</SPAN></span>
down through the Canal a hunting Kings, till at last
we got here to Japan. Now we’re up against it once
more, and I suppose this here Mikado has hobnobbed
so much with real Emperors and that sort of thing that
he thinks himself a white man like the rest. So I says
to Gertie, ‘There’s a genuine Emperor in Corea, good
enough to begin on, and we’ll go there,’ and that’s
how we came round from Yokohama to Nagasaki, and
dropped in here to get a few things we might not be
able to obtain in Corea. The moment I saw you and
learned that you knew a good deal about the East, it
struck me that if I took you on as private secretary
you would be able to give me a few points, and perhaps
take charge of this business altogether. Do you
think you’d be able to do that?”</p>
<p>“Well,” I said hesitatingly, “I’m not sure, but if
I can be of any use to you on such a quest it will be in
Corea. I’ve been there on two or three occasions, and
each time had an audience with the King.”</p>
<p>“Why do you call him the King? Isn’t he an Emperor?”</p>
<p>“Well, I’ve always called him the King, but I’ve
heard people term him the Emperor.”</p>
<p>“The American papers always call him an Emperor.
So you think you could manage it, eh?”</p>
<p>“I don’t know that there would be any difficulty
about the matter. Of course you are aware he is merely
a savage.”</p>
<p>“Well, they’re all savages out here, aren’t they? I
don’t suppose he’s any worse or any better than the
Mikado.”</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_50">50</SPAN></span></p>
<p>“Oh, the Mikado belongs to one of the most ancient
civilizations in the world. I don’t think the two potentates
are at all on a par.”</p>
<p>“Well, that’s all right. That just bears out what I
was saying, that it’s the correct thing to begin with the
lowest of them. You see I hate to admit I’m too old
to learn anything, and I think I can learn this King
business if I stick long enough at it. But I don’t believe
in a man trying to make a grand piano before
he knows how to handle a saw. So you see, Mr. Tremorne,
the position is just this. I want to sail for
Corea, and Gertie, she wants to go back to Yokohama
and tackle the Mikado again, thinking you can pull it
off this time.”</p>
<p>“I dislike very much to disagree with a lady,” I
said, “but I think your plan is the more feasible of the
two. I do not think it would be possible to get the Mikado
to come aboard this yacht, but it might be that the
King of Corea would accept your invitation.”</p>
<p>“What’s the name of the capital of that place?”
asked Mr. Hemster.</p>
<p>“It is spelled S-e-o-u-l, and is pronounced ‘Sool.’”</p>
<p>“How far is it from here?”</p>
<p>“I don’t know exactly, but it must be something
like four hundred miles, perhaps a little more.”</p>
<p>“It is on the sea?”</p>
<p>“No. It lies some twenty-six miles inland by road,
and more than double that distance by the winding
river Han.”</p>
<p>“Can I steam up that river with this yacht to the
capital?”</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_51">51</SPAN></span></p>
<p>“No, I don’t think you could. You could go part
way, perhaps, but I imagine your better plan would be
to moor at the port of Chemulpo and go to Seoul by
road, although the road is none of the best.”</p>
<p>“I’ve got a little naphtha launch on board. I suppose
the river is big enough for us to go up to the capital
in that?”</p>
<p>“Yes, I suppose you could do it in a small launch,
but the river is so crooked that I doubt if you would
gain much time, although you might gain in comfort.”</p>
<p>“Very well, we’ll make for that port, whatever you
call it,” said Hemster, rising. “Now, if you’ll just
take an armchair on deck, and smoke, I’ll give instructions
to the captain.”</p>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_52">52</SPAN></span></p>
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