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Updated: May 26, 2025
To Ah Cum, who was watching her covertly, the smile was like a bit of unexpected sunshine. What with these converging roofs that shut out all but a hand's breadth of the sky, sunshine was rare at this point. If it came at all, it was as fleeting as the girl's smile. The wedding procession passed on, and the cynical rabble poured in behind. The pole-chair caravan resumed its journey.
Smiling, the Chinaman gave the correct pronunciation. "I see. Ah Coom. What's the idea of the black border?" "My father recently died, sir." "But that style isn't Oriental." "I was educated in America." "Where?" "At Yale." "Well, well! This part of the world is jammed full of surprises. I met a Hindu a few weeks ago who was a Harvard man." "Will you be taking a pole-chair?" "If that's the racket.
At a sign from Ah Cum, official custodian of the sightseers, the pole-chair coolies pressed toward the left and halted. A wedding procession turned the corner. All the world over a wedding procession arouses laughter and derision in the bystanders. Even the children jeer. It may be instinctive; it may be that children vaguely realize that at the end of all wedding journeys is disillusion.
A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge for she had not drawn the curtain attracted her attention. She turned off the light and approached the window. She saw a pole-chair; that would be this Mr. Taber returning. Evidently Ah Cum's luck had held good. As she stared her eyes grew accustomed to the night; and she discovered five persons instead of four. She remembered Taber's hat.
"But there's nothing more to see in Canton." "Perhaps I'm too tired to plan for to-morrow. Those awful chairs!" After dinner the spinsters proceeded to inscribe their accustomed quota of postcards, and Ruth was left to herself. She walked through the office to the door, aimlessly. Beyond the steps was a pole-chair in readiness. One of the coolies held the paper lantern.
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