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"Weng Cho, for the last time spoken of as of the House of Wu, now alienated from that noble line, and henceforth and for ever an outcast, you have made a choice and chosen as befits your rebellious life. Between us stretches a barrier wider and deeper than the Yellow Sea, and throughout all future time no sign shall pass from that distant shore to this.
For him there would be no declining years, no gardens of tranquillity. Ah Cho philosophized and speculated about life and death. As for himself, he was not perturbed. Twenty years were merely twenty years. By that much was his garden removed from him that was all. He was young, and the patience of Asia was in his bones.
It was an unexampled thing that a chief should be permitted by his people to leave them, there was a public meeting about it, and a good deal of excitement, but it ended in Cho, as spokesman, coming forward with tears in his eyes, saying, 'Yes, it is right he should go, but bring him back soon. What shall we do?
As he stooped over to attach the iron to the broad top of the blade, Ah Cho glanced at the sergeant and saw his opportunity. "The honourable judge said that Ah Chow was to have his head cut off," he began. The sergeant nodded impatiently.
He found one in the chief Librarian of some provincial library; who confessed to a credulousness along that line, and seemed willing to talk. Here then were grand opportunities for a day's real enjoyment, with perchance a creditable convert to be won at the end of it. All day long they sat; and affable Cho, like Sir Macklin in the poem,
Was there no remedy for this, Hal asked, talking with one of his mule-drivers, Tim Rafferty, the evening after his ride with Cho. There was a remedy, said Tim the law required sprinkling the mines with "adobe-dust"; and once in Tim's life, he remembered this law's being obeyed.
"If you don't want them, I'll take them to town and sell them. I am sure Moskowsky will buy them." Now it happened that Moskowsky was a rival peddler who also boasted of the ownership of a second-hand store. To think that the goods might go to this man nettled Jasok exceedingly. "Vell, I likes you, Cho," he said. "I vos your friend, an' I gif you dree dollars for dem dings."
And lo! sitting thus, in the dream, he was able to remember and repeat the passages from "The Tract of the Quiet Way." So the time passed nicely until Atimaono was reached and the mules trotted up to the foot of the scaffold, in the shade of which stood the impatient sergeant. Ah Cho was hurried up the ladder of the scaffold.
There was nothing like setting an example once in a while; and, besides, of what use was New Caledonia except to send men to live out their days in misery and pain in payment of the penalty for being frail and human? Ah Cho did not understand all this.
It remains for him only to add" and here something occurred to make Cho rub his eyes "that he is himself a supernatural being." And with that his form and limbs distend, grow misty and he vanishes in a cloud up through the ceiling. You see, those old librarians in China had a way of doing things which was all their own. * The story is told in Dr. H. H. Giles' Dictionary of Chinese Biography.
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