Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Benton County, Or.) 1900-1909, 1905-08-04
CHAPTER xxvI11.-,Continued.,

mousse OF modest appearance. It wal
on the first floor that the young Rou
manlan lived, and where, having learned
her trade as milliner in Paris, she was
engaged In it at Pekin. I read the name
OF Nine. Zinca Klork on q door, knock
Ihe door is opened.
am In the presence Of a young lady
VINO Is perfectly charming, as Kinkc
balo. She 1s blonde, of from twenty-five
70 twenty three years old, with the black
eyes OF the Roumanian type, an agree.
aoie ngure, pleasant, smiling face. In
Iact, mas she not been informed that the
Nrand 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 rec
ognlze me as Frenchman, and asks to
Wnat she is indebted for my visit
Mademoiselle Zinca," say, II arriv-
ed Yesterday by the Grand Transasiatic" "
Ihe girl turned pale; her eyes became
troubled. 1t was evident that she feared
something. Had Kinko been found in
his box? Had the fraud been discov-
cred! Was he arrested? Was he in
prison?
Mademoiselle Zinca-certain crcum-
stances have brought to my knowledge
tne Journey of young Houmanian-"
hlnko-my poor Kinko-they have
found him?' she asks in a trembling
voice.
Mono" say I, hesitating. "No one
knows, except myself. 1 often visited
MIN In the luggage van at night. We
were companions, friends. I took him
few provisions"
oh, thank you, STRIP says the lady.
taking me by the hand. "With a French
man Kinko was sure of not being be-
raXed, and even Of receiving help.
Thank you! Thank you! He loves me
80 much, and love him. We met each
other In Paris. He was so kind to me.
Ihen when he went back to Titiis 1 ask
ed him to come to me in that box. Is
the poor fellow illY
mo, Mademoiselle Zinca-no."
He asked you to come and tell me
he had arrivedY'
Yes -but-you understandable is
very tired after so long a journey"
SIS he ill?"
s-rather-rather ILL.,"
Inc truth, monsieur, the truth! Hide
nothing from me-Kinko-''
"Yes| have sad news-to give you" :"
She is fainting. Her lips tremble. She
can hardly speak.
I'VE have had accidents on the road
The train was nearly annihilated-
frightful catastrophe"
He is dead! Kinko Is dead!"
The unhappy Zinca falls on to chair
and to employ the imaginative phrase
ology Of the Chinese, her tears roll down
like rain on an autumn night. Never
have l seen anything so lamentable. But
1t will not do to leave her in this state,
poor girl! She Is becoming unconscious
do not know where I am. take her
hands. 1 repeat:
"Mademoiselle Zinca! Mademoiselle
Zincap'
Suddenly there is great noise in front
of the house. Shouts are heard. There
is a tremendous to do,. and amid the
tumult I hear a voice.
l cannot be mistaken. That is Kinko's
voice! I recognize it. Am 1 in my right
senses? Zinca jumps up, springs to the
window, opens it, and we look out.
There Is cart at the door. There is
the case, with all it's Inscriptions: This
side up, this side down, fragile, glass,
beware of damp, etc. 1t is there-half
smashed. There has been collision. The
cart has been run into by a carriage,
as the case was being got down. The
case has slipped on to the ground. 1t
has been knocked in. And Kinko has
jumped out like a jack-in-the- box-but
alive, very much alive!
l can hardly believe my eyes! What,
my young Roumanian did not perish in
the explosion? No! AS shall soon hear
from his own mouth, he was thrown on
to the line when the boiler went up, re-
mained there inert for time found him
self uninjured- raculously-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 first victim 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 50 many dangers, attacked
by bandits, explosion of engine, he was
here, by the mere colliding of a cart
and a carriage in Pekin street, depriv-
ell Of all the good of his journey.
The carter gave a yell at the sight of
a human being who had just appeared.
III 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 I ran down to
him.
"My Zinca-my dear Zincar' he ex-
claims, pressing the girl to his heart.
"My Kinko-my dear Kinko," she re-
plies, while her tears mingle with his.
"Monsieur Bombarnacp' says the poor
fellow. appealing to my intervention.
"Kinko," I reply, take it coolly, and
depend on me. You are alive, and we
thought you were dead"
"But I am not much better off," he
murmurs.
Mistake! Anything Is better than be-
ing dead-even when one Is menaced by
prison, be it Chinese prison. Kinko is
dragged off by the police, amid the laugh
ter and howls of the crowd
CHAPTER xxx.
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niO of