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ISKBmjmUJLLLULU tSJt-y-afnnff' 1 the note, signed "A," and I placed the precious' screed next to my heart and hastened to respond in person. Now this was what happened: The brother, an artist, had gone to Amoy, one of the sacred towns of Tuam oc- cupled by an exclusive tribe arid 100 miles distant. He had been discover ed in the temple of the great sod, Honghi, sketching its details. This was sacrilege. He had been seized,. Imprisoned and was to die by the knotted, rope oil a certain .great tribal festal day, which was the following Friday, to propitiate the devotees of the offended deity. Miss Lisle had appealed to the con sular agent, the local authorities. They Ivere helpless to rescue the doomed man. I quieted her frantic - fears as best I could and returned to my home to think out some plan to rescue her brother. I found that the effort would be a dubious one. All along the path were difficulties, risk, danger, I could think only of the sad pleading face, of the impending doom of her devoted brother. I bad to find a confidant. It was Foocbing. "The Amoy!" observed my loyal, grateful pensioner when I had told my story, and be shrugged his shoul ders in a dismal way. "You know them?" "Perfectly, and their dialect. Force, influence, bribes cannot reach them. It must be a shrewd, keen battle of the wits, if you save your' friend." "Can it be done?" "It .must be done, to repay you life for .life, for the sake of the mourn ing sister. Ah, yes,' I must accom plish it," The next day Foochlng came to me, He proffered a photograph card, such as were sold at the Chinese curio shops. I noted that it was labeled "Hangbi." "A picture of the idol of the tem ple ".where my friend is held a pris oner?" I asked. u 'The same. listen;.! have beenj much, interested In the motion pic ture outfit of your friend. There is the small projector outfit used to tesj films, It is light, portable, with a Bimple calcium attachment If you could make a slide of this pboto-tg graph " Di . "Yes; what then?" I demanded'tod hopeful eagerness. H "Then I will show you a way tod save your friend. There must be a second , slide see," and FoochlngA handed me a double line of Chinese characters written out in their hiero glyphic -form. Looking back now, that secre fur tive tramp to Amoy, constantly men aced by wandering train bands, the midnight arrival at the great tem ple, the scaling of a broken wall, the finding of a suitable hiding place up near the roof it is all like a dream now, but then Foocbing and I shared a thousand perils. The most vivid feature of that restrospect in the event of the second" night. We looked, down at the soin bre robed prjests, at the victim, Ar line's brother, whom they led in. Then, as the sacredestal rites were about to take place, Foocbing spoke the quick word: "Beady!" Wbir-rr! Flash H There was a broad blank wall at the front of vthe tem ple, affording -ah -admirable screen. Unmasking theprojector f threw the picture of HohghTupon it in a broad clear disc. There were affrighted cries from the priests. ' s "The script the message!" spoke the quick-witted Foocbing, and I flar- ed out the sentences that ordered the priests to Instantly release their vic-j tim or encounter the wrath of Hong-r hi The idol had spoken! Trembling jyith superstitious fears. the chief priest released the captive 'and bade! him depart I do not know what the priests? . thought If they ever found the outfit,! for we abandoned it to join the resvi cued artist'to regain his sister then. Canton. ' fc - ftMOMMMflftHMMMIiiMMMiaiaii