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fsearchttwo%20fat%20girl%20sexye town. There， in a situation which the Son of Heaven might envy， stands the official residence of Colonel Wen. Outwardly it has all the appearance of a grandee's palace， and within the massive boundary-walls which surround it， the courtyards， halls， grounds， summer-houses， and pavilions are not to be exceeded in grandeur and beauty. The office which had fallen to the lot of Colonel Wen was one of the most sought after in the province， and commonly only fell to officers of distinction. Though not without fame in the field， Colonel Wen's main claim to honour lay in the high degrees he had taken in the examinations. His literary acquirements gained him friends among the civil officers of the district， and the position he occupied was altogether one of exceptional dignity.
Unfortunately， his first wife had died， leaving only a daughter to keep her memory alive； but at the time when our story opens， his second spouse， more kind than his first， had presented him with a much-desired son. The mother of this boy was one of those bright， pretty， gay creatures who commonly gain the affections of men much older than themselves. She sang in the most faultless falsetto， she played the guitar with taste and expression， and she danced with grace and agility. What wonder， then， that when the colonel returned from his tours of inspections and parades， weary with travel and dust， he found relief and relaxation in the joyous company of Hyacinth！ And was she not also the mother of his son？ Next to herself， there can be no question that this young gentleman held the chief place in the colonel's affections； while poor Jasmine， his daughter by his first venture， was left very much to her own resources. No one troubled themselves about what she did， and she was allowed， as she grew up， to follow her own pursuits and to give rein to her fancies without let or hindrance. From her earliest childhood one of her lonely amusements had been to dress as a boy， and so unchecked had the habit become that she gradually drifted into the character which she had chosen to assume. She even persuaded her father to let her go to the neighbouring boys' school. Her mother had died before the colonel had been posted to Mienchu， and among the people of that place， who had always seen her in boy's attire， she was regarded as an adopted son of her father. Hyacinth was only too glad to get her out of the way as much as possible， and so encouraged the idea of allowing her to learn to read and write in the company of their neighbours' urchins.
Being bright and clever， she soon gained an intellectual lead among the boys， and her uncommon beauty， coupled with the magnetism belonging to her sex， secured for her a popularity which almost amounted to adoration. She was tall for her age， as are most young daughters of Han； and her perfectly oval face， almond-shaped eyes， willow-leaf eyebrows， small， well-shaped mouth， brilliantly white teeth， and raven-black hair， completed a face and figure which would have been noticeable anywhere. By the boys she was worshipped， and no undertaking was too difficult or too troublesome if it was to give pleasure to Tsunk'ing， or the “Young Noble，” as she was called； for to have answered to the name of Jasmine would have been to proclaim her sex at once. Even the grim old master smiled at her through his horn spectacles as she entered the school-house of a morning， and any graceful turn in her poetry or scholarly diction in her prose was sure to win for her his unsparing praise. Many an evening he invited the “young noble” to his house to read over chapters from Confucius and the poems of Le Taipoh； and years afterward， when he died， among his most cherished papers were found odes signed by Tsunk'ing， in which there was a good deal about bending willows， light， flickering bamboos， horned moons， wild geese， the sound of a flute on a rainy day， and the pleasures of wine， in strict accord with the models set forth in the “Aids to Poetry-making” which are common in the land.
If it had not been for the indifference with which she was treated in her home， the favour with which she was regarded abroad would have been most prejudicial to Jasmine； but any conceit which might have been engendered in the school-house was speedily counteracted when she got within the portals of the colonel's domain. Coming into the presence of her father and his wife， with all the incense of kindness， affection， and， it must be confessed， flattery， with which she was surrounded by her school-fellows， fresh about her， was like stepping into a cold bath. Wholesome and invigorating the change may have been， but it was very unpleasant， and Jasmine often longed to be alone to give vent to her feelings in tears.
One deep consolation she had， however： she was a devoted student， and in the society of her books she forgot the callousness of her parents， and， living in imagination in the bygone annals of the empire， she was able to take part， as it were， in the great deeds which mark the past history of the state， and to enjoy the converse and society of the sages and poets of antiquity. When the time came that she had gained all the knowledge which the old schoolmaster could impart to her， she left the school， and formed a reading-party with two youths of her own age. These lads， by name Wei and Tu， had been her school-fellows， and were delighted at obtaining her promise to join them in their studies. So industriously were these pursued that the three friends succeeded in taking their B.A. degree at the next examination， and， encouraged by this success， determined to venture on a struggle for a still higher distinction.
Though at one in their affection for Jasmine， Tu and Wei were unlike in everything else， which probably accounted for the friendship which existed between them. Wei was the more clever of the two. He wrote poetry with ease and fluency， and his essays were marked by correctness of style and aptness of quotation. But there was a want of strength in his character. He was exceedingly vain， and was always seeking to excite admiration among his companions. This unhappy failing made him very susceptible of adverse criticism， and at the same time extremely jealous of any one who might happen to excel him in any way. Tu， on the other hand， though not so intellectually favoured， had a rough kind of originality， which always secured for his exercises a respectful attention， and made him at all times an agreeable companion. Having no exaggerated ideas of his capabilities， he never strove to appear otherwise than he was， and being quite independent of the opinions of others， he was always natural. Thus he was one who was sought out by his friends， and was best esteemed by those whose esteem was best worth having. In outward appearance the youths were as different as their characters were diverse. Wei was decidedly good-looking， but of a kind of beauty which suggested neither rest nor sincerity； while in Tu's features， though there was less grace， the want was fully compensated for by the strength and honest firmness of his countenance.
For both these young men Jasmine had a liking， but there was no question as to which she preferred. As she herself said， “Wei is pleasant enough as a companion， but if I had to look to one of them for an act of true friendship——or as a lover，” she mentally added——“I should turn at once to Tu.” It was one of her amusements to compare the young men in her mind， and one day when so occupied Tu suddenly looked up from his book and said to her：
“What a pity it is that the gods have made us both men！ If I were a woman， the object of my heart would be to be your wife， and if you were a woman， there is nothing I should like better than to be your husband.”
Jasmine blushed up to the roots of her hair at having her own thoughts thus capped， as it were； but before she could answer， Wei broke in with：
“What nonsense you talk！ And why， I should like to know， should you be the only one the 'young noble' might choose， supposing he belonged to the other sex？”
“You are both talking nonsense，” said Jasmine， who had had time to recover her composure， “and remind me of my two old childless aunts，” she added， laughing， “who are always quarrelling about the names they would have given their children if the goddess Kwanyin had granted them any half a century ago. As a matter of act， we are three friends reading for our M.A. degrees， neither more nor less. And I will trouble you， my elder brother，” she added， turning to Tu， “to explain to me what the poet means by the expression 'tuneful Tung' in the line：
'The greedy flames devour the tuneful Tung.' “
A learned disquisition by Tu on the celebrated musician who recognised the sonorous qualities of a piece of Tung timber burning in the kitchen fire effectually diverted the conversation from the inconvenient direction it had taken， and shortly afterward Jasmine took her leave.
Haunted by the thought of what had passed， she wandered on to the veranda of her archery pavilion， and while gazing half unconsciously heavenward her eyes were attracted by a hawk which flew past and alighted on a tree beyond the boundary-wall， and in front of the study she had lately left. In a restless and thoughtless mood， she took up her bow and arrow， and with unerring aim compassed the death of her victim. No sooner， however， had the hawk fallen， carrying the arrow with it， than she remembered that her name was inscribed on the shaft， and fearing lest it should be found by either Wei or Tu， she hurried round in the hope of recovering it. But she was too late. On approaching the study， she found Tu in the garden in front， examining the bird and arrow.
“Look，” he said， as he saw her coming， “what a good shot some one has made！ and whoever it is， he has a due appreciation of his own skill. Listen to these lines which are scraped on the arrow：
'Do not lightly draw your bow；But if you must， bring down your foe.' “
Jasmine was glad enough to find that he had not discovered her name， and eagerly exchanged banter with him on the conceit of the owner of the arrow. But before she could recover it， Wei， who had heard the talking and laughter， joined them， and took the arrow out of Tu's hand to examine it. Just at that moment a messenger came to summon Tu to his father's presence， and he had no sooner gone than Wei exclaimed：
“But see， here is the name of the mysterious owner of the arrow， and， as I live， it is a girl's name——Jasmine！ Who， among the goddesses of heaven can Jasmine be？”
“Oh， I will take the arrow then，” said Jasmine. “It must belong to my sister. That is her name.”
“I did not know that you had a sister，” said Wei.
“Oh yes， I have，” answered Jasmine， quite forgetful of the celebrated dictum of Confucius： “Be truthful.” “She is just one year younger than I am，” she added， thinking it well to be circumstantial.
“Why have you never mentioned her？” asked Wei， with animation. “What is she like？ Is she anything like you？”
“She is the very image of me.”
“What！ In height and features and ways？”
“The very image， so that people have often said that if we changed clothes each might pass for the other.”
“What a good-looking girl she must be！” said Wei， laughing. “But， seriously， I have not， as you know， yet set up a household； and if your sister has not received bridal presents， I would beg to be allowed to invite her to enter my lowly habitation. What does my elder brother say to my proposal？”
“I don't know what my sister would feel about it，” said Jasmine. “I would never answer for a girl， if I lived to be as old as the God of Longevity.”
“Will you find out for me？”
“Certainly I will. But remember， not a word must be mentioned on the subject to my father， or， in fact， to anybody， until I give you leave.”
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