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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, September 03, 1913, Image 18

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STRANDED
By Florence Lillian .Henderson.
"Hide me!"
The words weffc -spoken ia fairly
good English amid a jargon of many
tongues. He who uttered them came
bolting through the window of the lit
tle hut I had called home for a num
ber of Weeks.
I had troubles of my own mostly
Arline as you will discern later, but
Ajfy jr?f
JThere Were Affrighted Cries From
the Priests.
a chord of human sympathy was
touched at the forlorn appearance of
the man.
"Under the cot," I directed" quick
ly; "I will try and protect you."
Then I resumed reading a book,
and when a mandarin and half a
dozen soldiers flitted about the palace
and searched all of' its odd corners
for the fugitive, my indifference or
.quiet dignity repelled a direct 'inva-1
sion and the mob passed on.
It was later that Fooching explain
ed it was from that moment that he
attached himself to my interests
luckily for Arline.
The man was a half native, his
father an Englishman. Left an or
phan in the Chinese principality of
Mo trio, he had been cared for by a
missionary relative. Educated above
the common, smart, energetic and
thoroughly familiar with the peoples
in the district and their dialects, he
had mixed in political matters' and
was proscribed in Tong. He had fled,
pursued. I had enabled him to slip
the meshes and he showed his fidelity
by staying with me.
That meant an added burden to -my
cares, for 1 was poor, desperately
poor. I had been part of a survey
ing party stranded at Lochun. Box
ers, revolutionists and adherents of
the Ghang dynasty were embroiled in
a three-cornered fight. It was dan
gerous to try and leave, it would be
doubly perilous to remain, but Ar
line! She was a singer. What odd fancy,
reckless experiment, irrational col
culation led her brother Rupert Lisle
to jump from Canton, 90 leagues
across a desert, to try a motion pic
ture venture in the squalid, poverty
stricken province of Lochun I could
never figure out.
I only knew that after a week of a
vain attempt to work up business he
found his funds gone. The crude na
tives were not educated up to the
marvels of cinematographic science,
andArline had no opportunity of en
tertaining a Mongol audience with
her really exquisite repertoire of
classical songs.
Then happened the tragic. I had
become slightly acquainted with the
Lisles. We arranged to stick to
gether and get back to Canton as
best we might. Meantime I had fallen
in love with Arline; and she was
worthy of it. One day a messenger
came to my poor quarters in a vast
hurry. "Please come at once," read

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