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H H * I Tbe Special Correspondent I t- n - tn i -i-t-M-M-q-hp « CHAPTER XXVIII.—(Continued.) A little before 12 I arrived at my des My vehicle had stopped before a house of modest appearance. It was on the first floor that the young Rou iiiuuian lived, and where, having learned her trade as a milliner in Paris, she engaged in it at Pekin, ol Mine. Zinca Klork on a door. 1 knock. The door is opened. I am in the presence of a young lady who is perfectly charming, as Kinko said. She is blonde, of from twenty-two to twenty-three years old, with the black eyes of the Roumanian type, an agree able figure, a pleasant, smiling face. In fact, has she not been informed that the Grand Transasiatic train has been in the station ever since last evening. In spite of the circumstances of the journey, and is she not awaiting her betrothed from one moment to another? Mademoiselle Klork is evidently much surprised at seeing a stranger in her doorway. As she has lived several years in France, she does not hesitate to oguize me as a Frenchman, and asks to what she is indebted for my visit. ''Mademoiselle Zinca," I say, "I arriv ed yesterday by the Grand Transasiatic." The girl turned paie; her eyes became troubled, something, his box? ered ? prison ? "Mademoiselle Zinca tinntien. was I read the name rec It was evident that she feared Had Kinko been fognd in Had the fraud been discov Was he arrested? Was he in erlain circum stances have brought to my knowledg the journey of a young Roumanian— "Kinko—my poor Kinko—they have found him?" she asks in a trembling voice. "No—no," say I, hesitating. "No one knows, except myself. I often visited him in the luggage van at night. We were companions, friends. I took him a few provisions." "Oh, thank you, sir!" says the lady, taking me by the hand. "With a French man Kinko was sure of not being be trayed. and even of Thank you! so much, and I love him. other in Paris. Then when he went back to Tiflis I ask ed him to come to me in that box. Is the poor fellow ill?" "No, Mademoiselle Zinca—no." "He asked you to come and tell me he had arrived?" "Yes—but—you receiving help. Thank you! He loves me We met each He was so kind to me. understand—he is very tired after so long a journey." "Is he ill?" "Yes—rather—rather ill." "The truth, monsieur, the truth! Hide nothing from me—Kink es —I have sad news—to give you." Bhe is fainting. Her lips tremble. She can hardly speak. "\\ e have had accidents on the road. The train was nearly annihilated—a frightful catastrophe "He is dead! Kinko Is dead!" The unhappy Zinca falls on to a chair ind to employ the imaginative phrase ology of the Chinese, her tears roll down like rain on an autumn night. Never have I seen anything so lamentable. But it will not do to leave her in this state, poor girl! She is becoming unconscious. I do not know where I am. I take her hands. I repeat: "Mademoiselle Zinca! Zinca!" Mademoiselle Suddenly there is a great noise in front Shouts are heard. There is a tremendous to do, and amid the tumult I hear a voice. ' I cannot be mistaken. That is Kinko's voice! I recognize it. Am I in my right senses? Zinca jumps up, springs to the window, opens it, and we look out. There is a cart at the door. There is the case, with all its inscriptions: This side up, this side down, fragile, glass, beware of damp. etc. It is there—half smashed. There has been a collision. The cart has been run into by a carriage, as the case was being got down. The «•use has slipped on to the ground. It has been knocked in. And Kinko has jumped out like a jack-in-the-box—but alive, very much alive! I can hardly believe my eyes! What, my young Roumanian did not perish in J he explosion? No! As I shall soon hear from his own mouth, he was thrown on to the line when the boiler went up, mained there inert for a time, found him self uninjured—miraculously—kept away till he could slip into the van unperceiv ed. I had just left the van after looking for him in vain, and supposing that he had been the of the house. re of the catastro phe. Then—oh! the irony of fate!—after ac complishing a journey of six thousand kilometers on the Grand Transasiatic, shut up in a box among the baggage, after escaping so many dangers, attacked by bandits, explosion of engine, he here, by the mere colliding of a cart nnd a carriage in a Pekin street, depriv ed of all the good of his journey. The carter gave a yell at the sight of a human being who had just appeared. In an instant a crowd had gathered, the fraud was discovered, the police had run up. And what could this young Rou manian do, who did not know a word of Chinese, but explain matters in the sign language? Zinca and 1 ran down to him. u ,1 ■< "My Zinca—my dear Zinca!" he ex claims, pressing the girl to his heart. "My Kinko—my dear Kinko," she re plies. while her tears mingle with his. "Monsieur Bombarnac!" says the poor fellow, appealing to my intervention. "Kinko," I reply, "take it coolly, and depend on me. You are alive, and we thoij^lit yoii were dead." "«ut I am not much better off," he murmurs. Mistake! Anything is better than be ing dead ven when one is menaced by prison, be it a Chinese prison. Kinko is dragged off by the police, amid the laugh ter and howls of the crowd. CHAPTER XXIX. If ever the expression "sinking in sight of port" could be used in its pre cise meaning, it evidently can in this I offer my arm to Mademoiselle Zinca, and I lead her to my carriage, and we return rapidly toward the Hotel of the Ten Thousand Dreams. There I find Major Noltitz and the Caternas, and, by a lucky chance, young Pan Chao, without Dr. Tio-King. Z Chao would like nothing better than be our interpreter before the Chinese authorities. And then, before the weeping Zinca, I told my companions all about Kinko, how he had traveled, how I had made his acquaintance. I told them that if he had defrauded the Transasiatic Com pany. it was thanks to this fraud that he was able to get on to the train at Uzun Ada. case. Pan to And if be had not been in the train, we should all have been ingulfed in the abyss of the Tjon valley. M hat an explosion there was of clamatory ohs! and ahs! when I had fin ished my recital! gratitude, somewhat of ex And in a burst of the theatrical sort, our actor shouted: "Hurrah for Kinko! have a medal!" L util the Son of Heaven accorded this hero a green dragon of some sort. Mme. Caterna took Zinca's hand, drew her to her heart and embraced her without be ing able to restrain her tears. Just think of a love story interrupted at the last chapter! But we must hasten, and, as Caterna says, "all on the scene for the fifth"— the fifth act, in which dramas generally clear themselves up. "We must not let this brave fellow suffer!" said Major Noltitz; "we most see the Grand Transasiatic people, and when they learn the facts they will be the first to stop the prosecution." We left the young Roumanian to the caresses of the worthy actress. Madame Caterna would not leave her, declaring that she looked upon her as her daugh ter, that she would protect her like a mother. Then Pan Chao. Major Noltitz, Caterna and I went off to the company's offices at the station. The manager was in his office, and were admitted. He ought to V. . He was a Chinese in every acceptation of the word, and capa ble of every administrative Chineaery— a functionary who functioned in a way that would have moved his colleagues in old Europe to envy. Pan Chao told the story, and. as he understood Russian, the major and I took part in the discussion. This unmistaka ble Chinaman did not hesitate to tend that Kinko's case was a most seri A fraud undertaken on such C 'Ji ous one. conditions, a fraud extending over six thousand kilometers, a fraud of a thou sand francs on the Grand Transaiatlc Company and its agents. We replied to this Chinesing Chinee that it was all very true, but that the damage had been inconsiderable, that if the defrauder had not been in the train he could not have saved it at the risk of his life, and at the same time he could not have saved the lives of the passen gers. Well, would you believe it? This liv ing China figure gave us to understand that from a certain point of view it would have been better to regret the deaths of a hundred victims, we get nothing, course against the fraudulent Kinko. "Gentlemen," said Pan Chao, "I know how things are managed in the Celestial Empire. Two hours will not elapse from the time Kinko is arrested to the time he is brought before the judge charged with this sort of only be sent to prison, but the basti nadt In short, Justice must take its crime. He will not "We must stop that said Major Noltitz. "We can try, at least," said Pan Chao. "1 propose we go before the court, when I will try and defend the sweetheart of this charming Roumanian, and may I lose my face if I do not get him off." abomination," CHAPTER XXX. We left the station, invaded a vehicle, and arrived in twenty minutes before a shabby looking ahanty, where the court was held. There was a crowd. The affair had got abroad. It was known that a swind ler had come in a box in a Grand Trans asiatic van free, gratis, and for nothing from Tiflis to Pekin. Every one wished to see him; every one wanted to recog nize the features of this genius—it not yet known that he was a hero. There he is, our brave companion, be tween two rascally looking policemen jeliow us quinces, ready to walk him off to prison at the judge's orders, and to give him a few dozen strokes on the soles of his feet if he Is condemned to that punishment. Kinko is - thoroughly disheartened, which astonishes me on the part of one I know to be so energetic. But as soon as he sees us his face betrays a ray of hope. Our young advocate thetic and amusing. was These fellows are was really pa He interested the judge, he excited the audience with the story of the journey, he told them all about it, and finally he offered to pay the company what was due to them. Un fortunately, the judge could not consent. Theo» had been material damages, moral danj»£es. Thereupon Pan Chao became animated and, although we understood nothing he said, we guessed that he was speaking of the co'urage of Kiako, of the sacrifice he had made for the safety of the trav elers, and finally, as a supreme argument, he pleaded that his client hud saved the imperial treasure. Arguments were of no avail with this pitiless magistrate who had not acquit ted ten prisoners in his life. He spared the delinquent the bastinado; but gave him six months in prison, and condemn ed him in damages against the Grand Transasiatic Company. And then, at a sign from this condemning machine, poor Kinko was taken away. Let not my readers pity Kinko's fate. I may as well say at once that every thing was arranged satisfactorily. Next morning Kinko made a triumphal entry into the house in the Avenue Cha-Coua, where we were assembled while Madame Caterna was showering her maternal con solations on the unhappy Zinca Klork. The newspapers hud got wind of the affair. The Chi Bao, of Pekin, and the Chinese Times, of Tien-tsin. had demand mercy for the young Roumanian. These cries for mercy had reached the feet of the Son of Heaven—the very spot where the imperial ears are placed. Be sides, Pan Chao had sent to his majesty a petition relating the incidents of the journey, and insisting on the point that had it not been for Kinko's devotion, the gold and precious stones would be in the hands of Paruskiar and his bandits. And that was worth something else than six months in prison. the Son of Heaven favored Kinko with the remittal of his sentence. I decline to depict the joy, the happi ness, the intoxication which this news, hu U f S Hi aI KiU , k ° in Fave , to * U his friends, and particularly to the fair Zinca Klork. ed In a tit of generosity These things are ex pressible in no language—not even in Chinese, which lends itself ly to the metaphorical. And now, my readers must permit me to finish with my traveling companions whose numbers have figured in my note book. so generous Nos. 1 and 2, Fulk Ephrineli and Miss , Horatia Bluett: Not Wing able to agree regarding the various items stipulated in their matrimonial contract, they -were i divorced three days after their arrival in Pekin. Things were as though the marriage had never been celebrated the Grand Transasiatic. and Miss Hora tia Bluett remained Miss Horatia Bluett. I May she gather cargoes of heads of hatr from Chinese polls; and may he furnish with artificial teeth every jaw in the Celestial Empire! No. 3, Major Noltitz: He is busy at 1 the hospital he has come to establish at ■ * 1T1 zT, e , al t f' e Russian govern-j ment, and when the hoar for separation strikes. I feel that I shall Ifeave a true friend behind me in these distant lands. Nos. 4 and 5, the Caternas: After a stay of three weeks in the capital of the Celestial Empire, the charming actor and actress set ont for Shanghai, where ey are now the great attraction at the French Residency. No. 6, Baron Weissschoitzerdorfee. whose incommensurable name I write fo» the last time: Well, not only did the ! globe trotter miss the steamer at Tien- j tsin, but a month later he missed it at ! Yokohama; six weeks after that he was j shipwrecked on the coast of British Co lumbia, and then, after being thrown off the^ line between San Francisco and j New York, he managed to complete his , round of the world in a hundred and eighty-seven days instead of thirty-nine. Nos. 9 and 10, Pan Chao and Dr. Tio King. What can I say except that Pan Chao is always the Parisian you know, * th t < ^ t0r ' h / 8 Bot down t0 to live to a hundred and two, as did the noble Venetian. No. 8, Sir Francis Trevellyan, and No. 12, Seigneur Faruskiar: I have never heard of the one, nor have I heard that the other has been hanged. Doubtless. the illustrious bandit, having sent in his resignation of the general managership 1 of the Grand Transasiatic. continues hi^*™ lucrative career in the depths of thelf Mongol provinces. Now for Kinko, my No. 11: I need hardly say that my No. 11 was married to Zinca Klork with great ceremony. We on were all at the wedding, and if the Son of Heaven had not richly endowed the young Roumanian, his wife received a magnificent present in the name of the passengers of the train he. had saved. That is the faithful story of this jour ney. I have done my best to do my duty 1 as special correspondent all down the i line, and perhaps my editors may be satisfied, notwithstanding the slip or two you have heard about. (The end.) < Turkish Attar of Roses. Turkish attar of roses is mainly pro duced In Bulgaria and Its manufacture Is carried on In the fertile valleys on the southern slopes of the Balkans. The rose harvest In Bulgaria begins about the third week In May and lasts about a month. The second great seat of rose farming In Europe is the space between the Maritime Alps and the Mediterranean, In the extreme south east of France. This is. In fact, the great scent farming and perfumery making center of Europe, the town of Grasse being the emporium of the dis trict. Of course attar of roses is also produced in India, Persia and Asiatic Turkey under the climatic conditions desired, but the great bulk of the sup ply Is furnished by the European glons already noted. The roses em ployed for attar making in Europe are: In Bulgaria the red damask rose and in the south of France the Provence rose, a hybrid or variety of the hun dred leaf rose, to which also belongs the well known cabbage rose. re 1 Hurcasilc. Cholly—D'you know, I'm aometimea Inclined to think—Clara (encouraging ly)—Why don't you do it, Cholly? It's not such a difficult filing If you really try. N D D ■ D Ï0 A a * m i! 1 ; 1,1 i a fool is very i (a 10 w of no clearer, more compre hensive definition of a fool in the lim. * f f Wii; WH WHEN llir. FOOL, IS WISE. / > ne»'. Russell h. Connell, D, O. Text.—"Even a fool, if he hold his counted W.se."—Proverbs peace, is xvl;;2S. If a man knew that he were a fool A wise he would be a vefy wise man. man is a fool who remains silent, and wise who keeps quiet, statement of ancient phi This great losophy Christ made real by the power He smelted it into one of his love. great loving principle. As we meditate u).on the various this central verses bearing upon thought, we ask of God when we shall keep silent and when is the proper time for us to speak. Scriptural sense than that "he Is a person of no value." If he is a per son of any use he ii likely to be dis covered. I am reminded of a simple. homely incident I heard in my youth of a family in which there was a son not completely an Idiot. His father said to him one day "Now we are go , , . . lnp to have ct ' m P aD - r - nnd lf r ou keep entirely still they will not discover that you are an idiot." The visitors who came in spoke to him, but he made no reply. Finally one man asked , , , ..... , an " rj ' exclaimed. 'Ton act like a fo01 " Then the - voun K man turned to his father and said, "Father, A person is always wise to the ex tent that he is of value. If a farmer ra i se s a field of wheat Ve looks over \ • \ , a .. , , . 1,13 harVest and 8ee5 that he 13 the P° 5SeS!Sor of vo many bushels of wheat - If he Is wise he estimates '"'bat will be the value of that crop. He then has something to speak about, something of value on which to base his representf (Ions. „ :. , S ° ^ *° S/,el a PP reo!atPS the character and teach * n Ss of Jesus Christ, the sacrifice He made for tue world, he will estimate how much he has of it, and can then decide of Vvhat he m ... _ , II,m wlth confidence and can say, "I know tbat m T redeemer lives, you are Something out to the world for which you will receive a full equlva lent—a good measure shaken down " Th,# wlRe man dispenses know! S^l^.LV'T'* Î? kWp 81 ePt '_ For any man wbo has grace of God In his heart has speak of the good things that Christ has done for him. Anywhere to day you will find some person walt Ing for you to speak of the good that Christ has done for vont soul. Go tell what event tlilne-o , v, * Kreat things Christ has V! ne f ° F t Jee ' speak of the truth In thine own soul, and speak In simple, P !ain terms, considering carefully, but not to ° carefully, the time, the season In which to speak. For there Is time to keep silent, savs the great proverb writer, and there Is a time to Rnpa k That tlmn .n t)rn „ ' . e for fiilen ce. mC f ° r s P neph - comes nearly every ÜOnr ' and certainly every day In the history °f every follower of the Lord Jesus Christ, him a series of questions, and the young man making no answer the he has found it out.' If a man has in his heart the love of God and If you have enough of the love of Christ In your heart, so that you can speak of can speak. '1 a that THE HOPE OF HEAVEN. . By Ker - Harr < » J■ Hnrrlnpton. ue have a building from God house not made with hands, eternal In the heavens."—II Cor., v. 1. A house stands for permanency. Just as every man hopes some day to walk across the threshold and "This is my home; this Is the where we will abide; here Is and here the shrine of all the things of the family, a say, place our altar sacred so does every man also iherlsh In his breast the un spoken 1< aging some day to pa89 from the nolny, dusty, commerce laden £ reet8 th,s »fe and cross the threshold Into an abiding place. That threshold we have come to call death and that abiding place, heaven desert shepherd spoke of his body a tent and looked forward to dwelling In a house: the classic heroes spoke with Joy of the place where they meet again their fellow-war rlors; the sorrowing mother thinks every day of a home where all her children shall be gathered In to go out no more. 1 The as would Heaven may be neither graphy nor In our Is In all our hearts. In our f?eo astronomy; but It It may be. but It Is neverthlësrf'S that the thought of "the land that is fairer than day" brings a thrill not only to the heart of the humble borer whose tawdry joys la would lead him to long for a heaven of gold, but it also brings a strange Joy and pectancy to the man of wealth, to the man of culture, and to the man of broad sympathies with all the best In this world. Heaven is home, the home after the school, after the early mil, after the strife for a foothold in life! Modem religious teaching does well to place its emphasis on present liv ing. to remind us that piety Is than the power to paint pictures of future felicity, and more than contemplation of future We are realizing that religion is merne than regrets over the past rhapsodies over the future, our attention to the ex more consecration is rest. or But all present only serves to accentuate our secret hope and longing for that better land. It would be wrong crush this longing. to ruthlessly The only danger is lest we become so occupied with dreams of coming Joys that we forget present duties. Happily we are ing to see that the hope of heav is a worthy motive to be applied to the present. com en We lay aside questions of its location or its construction and live to-day for its realization. We ask not whether It shall lie peopled with the dead or with the living; we only ask whether those about us are living in conditions which would fit them for that house not made with hands. The more steadily the human race presses toward the goal of such a life the nearer It comes to actually realizing It in the present The aspiration for heaven Is than a speculative fancy, aspect of the spirit of progress thnt lies back of all human more It is one endeavors. Man was born dissatisfied, otherwise he would stagnate, longed for better material conditions, better moral conditions, and his long^ Ing has made him reach them. Instinct of progress was not Implant ed or developed only to mock him; it Is being realized. No instinct com mon to humanity Is Impossible of alizatlon. Ho has always The ro The hope of heaven be longs to ns all, the prophec 3 - and pow er of Its coming. where or how, but thnt It shall be dare not cease to believe. To give up the hope of a day when all wrongs shall be righted, all sorrows healed, nnd tears wiped from all eyes would be to stagnate morally nnd spiritually. The hope of heaven Is part of our di vine discontent. We may not know we The very word heaven has a moral rather than a geographical slgnlfl« cance. expressions as "beyond the stars" nnd lt means higher, and all such "above the sky" are but figures of speech to express the moral fact thnt heaven Is a condition higher up. It Is the next stage In man's development. It holds out to ns the hope of unend ing progress; It lifts the limits from our lives and writes "Ampllus" over nil our efforts. It Is the liberation Into larger living by the breaking of the bonds of this present: the hampering flesh falls away at the touch of death and the true eternal self Is free to begin Us larger life, not the end; the day may come when we shall see that It Is but another be ginning, and from the house not made with hands we shall go out to even larger living. Yet heaven Is SHORT METER BERMONH. Sloth makes slaves. The prodigal are never liberal. Hungry men ask few questions. Love Is the secret of good looks. Sincerity Is the soul asserting Itself. The pain of loss is the price of gain. Walt for your worries; but not tor your work. An Itching palm causes a crook In the fingers. It Is easy to be rigorous without be ing righteous. Many a moral squint comes from a money monocle. The fortunate people are those who believe they are. Faith never has any need to dream about the future. It takes more than a despising of fame to deserve It. Profanity Is a good deal more than a matter of grammar. It takes more than a bank draft to start the heavenly flame. Men who lie easily get Into many places where they lie hard. It is easy for the wooden-legged man to preach against dancing. Heaven may be changeless, but a changeless earth would be hell. It Is a base life to which nothing Is real but the objects of sense. In matters of opinion the beaten track Is most likely to lead astray. They cannot move forward who will not say farewell to some things. Men believe In the power of Christ because he believes ha the possibilities of men.