Crittenden record-press. [volume] (Marion, Ky.) 1909-191?, 1911-03-30


the cabin on the stern of the Junk
and reclining on a bale of jute he
could hear the patter OF the boat
mems slippers as they paced the
deck.
The oarsmen, for the wind having
died down, making it necessary to. use
the oars. and the ruddermen at the
into a chant that sounded to McCad-
den like this:
"Yokahom-O O. saka-Y oklahoma y!
Pekin- lIakodatc- Ma put-ran. Ho."
Evening was descending upon the
town OF Haw-wei as McCadden land
ed upon the bamboo pier that stretch
ed out in the Si-Kiang at that point.
He had no more than stretched his
legs upon terra-irma when he saw
two coolies approach with a chair on
their shoulders.
Mclean genilmin enter said one
of the coolies. as he nodded toward
the chair for McCadden to seat him
self GOO lbs. avordupos) in it,
Mentally McCadden thanked the
consul for his foresight and accepted
the invitation. The coolies again put
the rods of the chair on their shout
ders and walked up the winding main
street past the padogas
In the distance he could see the
American Consulate, lit up, and the
moonlight shone upon "Old Glory"
as it waved in the breeze, on the lawn
in front OF the consulate.
McCadden, intent on seeing the
consulate, had not noticed the mot
ley crew that gathered about him.
Bang! Something hit McCadden
on the top of his head and he saw
stars. The Celestials, that grinned
at the foreign devil after they had
tied his hands behind him and gag
gcd him. would have done justice as
models for the Imps OF Perversity.
They were Boxers! Now that they
had the foreign devil on their hands
they would take their toll. They
dragged him into a vacant hut and
tieing him to stake with leather
throngs squatted in silence around
him.
Drop! Drop! Drop" the water
splashed on McCadden's head from
above.
Drop! Drop! Ddop" drop after
drop until it seemed to him as though
he had undergone century of tor
ture. Drop! Drop! Drop!" He
tried to release himself from the
stake. The more he tried the more
the throngs would enter and cut into
the flesh of his arms.
He gazed in mute appeal to the
human devils in front of him, but as
his agony became more and more APP
parent, they only nodded to each
other in delight
Drop! Drop! Drop" came from
above
McCadden shivered internally as
the water flowed down his back.
Drop! Drop! Drop!
Minutes turned to hours of torture
and McCadden's mind wandered and
he became unconscious as he saw a
glimpse of khaki uniforms entering
the doorway.
The rain came down in torrents
and the wind whirling its way across
the roof-tops dashed the raindrops
against the window
panes.
Wallace McCadden, junior mem
Der of the firm of Robert Hastings,
Ltd, lay asleep refining on a COM
Portable Davenport chair, and n IL
brary lamp shed its rays around.
On the table lay a book he had
been reading before falling asleep,
The Late Boxer Troubles" by |
Charles Douglass, M. P, was the title |
and authors name.
McCadden opened his eyes and
yawned. He reused himself to a sit
ting position and looked about him.
There upon the library floor lay |
porcelain Buddha broken to pieces. |
He pressed hand to his forehead !
and Withdrawing it saw the water on
t.
Gazing upward at the ceiling he
saw the water dropping through.
There was leak" in the roof.
That was nasty dream. No