Old Buddha

Old Buddha

Old Buddha

Old Buddha

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The home of Lan Kuei, "The Orchid," was a haven of peace and contentment. Her father, long since retired from his country's service, with the rank, title and emoluments of a General, sat the hours away lazily. His pipe was seldom absent from his lips, save when he slept and his relaxing lips allowed it to fall down across his ample bosom to lie in the folds. of his robe. At these moments his bell-shaped cap might go slightly askew on his, head, the red button pointing, off at nothingness at a rakish angle. His wife, who loved to sew, because there was inborn artistry in her fingertips, would gaze at this man who had been beside her down the endless avenues of the years, and smile a little. No worries expressed themselves in the calm face of either, for life had been good to them. Life had given them four children, two boys and two girls. Even now the two girls, in the little room behind the canopies which separated it from the sitting room, were busily engaged in study of the classics. Their teacher, lovable old soul, obese and short of breath, sat in there with them, and if at times they shirked their studies the teacher did not mind especially, unless he wakened without warning and surprised the girls in idleness.

Lan Kuei, The Orchid, was ambitious. She was a dreamer, and her dreams were so vast that they sometimes even frightened her, so that she told them to no one, nestling them close against her heart, poring over them in . . .

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