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. Tor the wind having
died down. making II necessary 10. use
the oars. and the ruddermen at the
ruddcr, would aow and then burst
into a chant that sounded TO McCad-
den like this.
"Yokahom-O O. Saka-Y okahoma, Y!
Pckin- HakodateM put-ran. Ho.'
Evening was descending upon the
town of Haw- wei a McCadden land
ed upon the bamboo pier that stretch
ed out IN the Si-Kiang at that point.
lie had no more than stretched his
legs upon terra-hrma when he saw
two coolies approach with a chair on
their shoulders
Mexican genilmin enter said one
at the coolies. a. he nodded toward
the chair for McCadden TO seat him
self Zoo lbs avoirdupoisl in IL.
Mentally McCaddcn thanked the
consul for his foresight and accepted
the invitation The coolies again put
the rods of the chair on their shout
dcrs aud walked up the winding main
street. past the padogas
In the distance he could see the
American Consulate, liz up. and the
moonlight shone upon "Old Glory"
as it waved IN the breeze. on the lawn
in front OF the consulate.
McCalden. intent on seeing the
consulate. had not noticed the mot
ley crew that gathered about him.
Bang Something hit McCaddcn
on the top of his head and he saw
stars. The Celcstials, that grinned
Il the foreign devil after they had
tied his hands behind him and gag
gcd him would have done justice as
models for the Inns 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
ticing him To stake with leather
throng,. squatted in silence around
him
Drop Drop Drop" the water
splashcd on McCaddon's head from
above.
Drop! Drop Ddop" drop after
drop until it seemed TO him as though
he had undergone a century Of tor
ture. Drop Dropl Dropw He
tried To telease 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 10 each
other in delight
Drop! Drop! Drop came from
above
McCadden shivered internally as
the water flowed down his back.
Drop! Drop Dropl
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
md the wind whirlng its way across
the roof-tops dashed the raindrops
pitter-patter against the window
Danes
Wallace McCadden. Junior mem
Der of the firm. of Robert Hastings, |
It'd, lay asleep refining on a com
.ortable Davenport chair, and 2 IL |
orary lamp shed its rays around.
On the table Icy a book he had |
been reading before falling asleep, |
The Late Boxer Troubles" by |
-harles Douglass, NJ. p, was the title |
md authors name
McCadden opened his eyes and |
'awned. He reused himself to a sit
ing position and looked about him.
There upon the library floor lay a
porcelain Buddha broken to pieces.
lie pressed a hand to his forehead |
md Withdrawing it saw the water on
[.
Gazing upward at the ceiling he
aw the water dropping through.
There was leak" in the roof.
That was a nasty dream. No