I Tbe Special Correspondent I
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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
I read the name
It was evident that she feared
Had Kinko been fognd in
Had the fraud been discov
Was he arrested? Was he in
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
"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
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?"
Thank you! He loves me
We met each
He was so kind to me.
very tired after so long a journey."
"Is he 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.
was nearly annihilated—a
"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:
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.
of the catastro
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
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
Mistake! Anything is better than be
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.
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
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
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
And in a burst of
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
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
He ought to
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
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
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
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."
We left the station, invaded a vehicle,
and arrived in twenty minutes before a
shabby looking ahanty, where the court
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
Our young advocate
thetic and amusing.
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Now for Kinko, my No. 11: I need
hardly say that my No. 11 was married
to Zinca Klork with great ceremony. We
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.
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.
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
■ D Ï0
a fool is very
i (a 10 w of no clearer, more compre
hensive definition of a fool in the
WHEN llir. FOOL, IS WISE.
/ > ne»'. Russell h. Connell, D, O.
Text.—"Even a fool, if he hold his
If a man knew that he were a fool
he would be a vefy wise man.
man is a fool who remains silent, and
wise who keeps quiet,
statement of ancient phi
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
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!
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
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
have enough of the love of Christ In
your heart, so that you can speak of
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,
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
Heaven may be neither
graphy nor In our
Is In all our hearts.
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
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
serves to accentuate our secret hope
and longing for that better land.
It would be wrong
crush this longing.
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
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
It is one
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
Ho has always
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
We may not know
The very word heaven has a moral
rather than a geographical slgnlfl«
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
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
An Itching palm causes a crook In
It Is easy to be rigorous without be
Many a moral squint comes from a
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
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