Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1908-02-20

This is most unusual among my people" he said.
The Yungs are @ great clan In South China; am
headquarters here in Pell street. And odd as it may
seem, Or. Siddons, there have heard Of a Yung Kin
his mother in China that she Is very wealthy. Here
we have one Of his loving letters to her with money
in 1t, and see, it Is in the phraseology which the dead
use to the living and is signed with his heavenly
name. This Is very strange"
Il have another question I said. 81 know your
language and your social ceremonies are difficult and
intricate. Would you say the man who wrote that
letter is Chinese?"
Absolutely! Absolutely! None but a Chinese
scholar could have written It,"
More deeply puzzled than ever. after DR., Tche Lun
Noes departure I took the two letters and saw them
Far in the night sometime my housekeeper came
rapping at my door.
the eG mst ae; d oSs4 At gsts up H qasSf, There is something
l leaped out Of bed and ran to the window. The
first thing I noticed was that the freshly-fallen snow
had been broken by a tortuous track. as il some huge
hog had gone about roofing It up in various direc-
tons in front of the house. This saw at a glance
and then perceived in the shadowy doorway a big
black heap apparently in the throes Of some dread
full spasm. The door was open. The shapelessness
a az =" avap Of S" a man me and a n SUD Suddenly s 1aa it d disappsa re- 'd in
the dark hall. the door was banged shut, and all was
quiet.
Kelensen g glorious voice singing his roles. and when
| went to the window he gaily waved his hand to
me and smiled.
A little later in the day DR.. Tche Lun Moe called
me or the telephone.
"I thought you might like to know" he said, that
I have learned from a cousin some interesting news
pertaining to the writer Of the letter which you
showed me. His clan here In New York had a visit
from him, He came last night and, after a grand
feast and, / fear. too much opium. he disappeared;
but they know now that he is living. and he will
certainly be killed for having pretended to be dead.
He can't escape"
1t was Christmas morning, bright and crisp, and
the whole city was In sparkling white. l heard tho
creak OF wheels In the snow and, looking out. saw
that a carriage had drawn up at the door of the other
house. Its top was piled with new luggage Of a
foreign look with the familiar Holland line labels
on 1t. and as | watched. Madame Mentona got out
and turned to assist n crumpled little old woman who
carried a heavy black stick and was covered TO the
oar-tops In rich furs. Madame Mentona helped her
up the steps and Peter Hahn appeared In answer to
their summons. The doors closed behind them.
In about five minutes the door was pulled open
again. The two women came forth hurriedly. The
old creature was wailing and Madame Mentona was
white with rage. They were coming across to my
house apparently and | fastened to meet them at
the door.
con, it is outrageous, outrageous" began Madame
Mentona as she anne near. Perfectly dreadful. DR..
Siddons. 1t was my little surprise for Kelensen.
Now he has put her out of his own house"
Has put who out, my dear child?' said /.
His own mother"
So 1t appeared, When got to the bottom of tho
affair It was simply that Madame Mentona and the
venerable Mrs. Kelensen had conspired together that