Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

41 OZXNOFO 7 it COX 2810? OB f: -H FT1 7-U IU ,:4 X I The Story of Sui San "Sayonara, Sui San." "Sayonara," and Sui San slowly turned and pushed aside the paper 'walls which opened into her room. j Together, Sui San and Wakasa had watched the beautiful Oriental sunset. To them nothing had ever seemed more beautiful. VVakasa would have been will- ing to sit forever by the wall and watch with Sui San that great golden ball as it sank slowly, slowly, and serenely to meet the sea. There had been a moment when both had held their breath, for it surely seemed as though the disk of gold must rest on the edge of the world for a while. But the moment of waiting was soon over, and the sun had resumed its journey downward, shedding as it went a glow far over the sea. Rose, gold, and blue of the sky so intermingled and blended as to give that touch of' beauty so often lost in the clouds and haze which hem in our vision. No steamer leaving 'its trail of smoke on the horizon, a tell-tale of civilization, only the broad, ribbed, wing-like sail of a jap- anese junk silhouetted against the western glow, and moving so slowly as to make one wonder whether or not it was moving at all-altogether ai picture so fraught with calmness, with the poignancy of beauty, that it was never to be erased from the minds of these two. '4Sui San, only tomorrow we shall be sailing toward the very place where the sun is sinking. You will be my wife and we shall be starting on our long, long journey to America. Tomorrow-tomor- row-and then-" D, Q ' Q j",Oh, yes, Wakasa, and shall we sail from Yokohama?" ' I , "Yes,,dear, the arrangements are com- pleted. i,W'e shall take the steamer from Yokohama tomorrow afternoon, cross the japanese Bay, go down to lXIanila, touch at Singapore, go through the Suez, and at last cross the great Atlantic Ocean and reach America." "Then, VVakasa, you may study. You may become a great man: you may learn of government, of the wonders of Ameri- can ideals, and then after those few years we will come back again to dear, dear Aoyama. Is it not so, VVakasa?,' "Yes, Sui San, it is all true. I shall study. You shall have your own little home and wait for me, until I have learned how I may help my country. Then we shall return to Aoyama, and watch again just such sunsets as thisf, The sun had dropped below the water. The rose and gold of the sunset glow were slowly changing, blending with the deep blue to lavender, deeper still to purplish gray, and now the twilight had come and evening's quiet was settling down on the sea before thern, and on the garden in back. The great sail of the junk had be- come almost invisible as its color blended with the soft gray of the evening sky. The first stars were pricking through the cur- tain of the sky and night was coming down, so softly, gently, and peacefully. HI must take you to your door, Sui San, and let you go in and have your rest. You must sleep and dream of the pleasant new countryito which you are going. Every- thing is ready? fcYes, yes, all is ready, and I am only waiting for the morning to come. But sleep, Vifakasa, sleep? I shall try to, but no, I shall not sleep. I shall think, think, and .wait for tomorrow. ' They walked through the tiny land- scape garden, across miniature bridges, through huge beds of chrysanthemums, through a path, darkrwith dwarfed everf