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1G8<br />

HONDA THE SAMUttAt.<br />

he was especially fond of Hoshi, Mr. Asai's daughter.<br />

In accordance with the social proprieties of the country<br />

the boys and girls were kept apart in play or<br />

company after the age of eight years.<br />

Then Mr. Asai moved his family to his other house<br />

in Osaka, where he had a branch of his rice warehouse.<br />

Here his daughter Hoshi was educated.<br />

Though tenderly reared, she was also trained in useful<br />

accomplishments. She even occasionally watched<br />

at her father's store and returned the flag-signals<br />

from the roof of the large house in which the ricemerchants<br />

had their guild or exchange, and from<br />

which the rise and fall of prices were telegraphed by<br />

a sort of signal service of flags.<br />

When, eight years after, Mr. Asai returned to<br />

Fukui with his daughter Hoshi, she was a beautiful<br />

maiden of graceful figure and winsome manner.<br />

Rather taller than the average of her countrywomen<br />

of the same age, neither too slender nor<br />

too fully rounded, and with that exquisite taste in<br />

dress for which the daughters of Japan are noted,<br />

she might have graced a prince's castle. As a matter<br />

of fact, more than one of the wealthy men of rank<br />

had opened negotiations with her father, hoping that<br />

the fair face might beautify their harem. Mr. Asai<br />

had, however, determined that his daughter should<br />

never leave the paternal roof except legally betrothed<br />

and pledged to be a wife. As their purpose<br />

was not honorable marriage, their offers were politely<br />

declined. Hoshi grew up as pure in person as the<br />

flower which she called " the face of the morning,"

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