The silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1909-1925, 1922-05-04

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| Copyright. 1921. Western Newspaper Union.
"Hhe mel"
The words were spoken In fairly
good English amid jargon Of many
tongues. He who uttered them came
boiling through the window Of the lit
tie hut had called home for a number
Of weeks.
had troubles of my own-mostly
Arline-as you will discern later, but
a chord of human sympathy was
touched at the forlorn appearance Of
the man.
"Under the cot" l directed quickly ;
II will try and protect YOU"
Then l resumed reading a book,
and when mandarin and half dozen
soldiers fitted about the palace and
searched all Of Its odd corners for the
fugitive. my indifference or quiet dig
nifty repealed a direct invasion and the
mob passed on.
II was later that Fooching ex-
plained--it was from that moment
that he attached himself to my inter-
est6-lucklly Tor Arilne.
The. man was. half native, his
father an Englishman. He had mixed In
political matters and was prescribed
In Tong. He had fed. pursued.
had enabled him to slip the meshes
and he showed fidelity BY staying with
me.
had been part Of q surveying
party stranded at Lochun. Boxers,
revOlutionists and adherents of the
Chang dynasty were embroiled in a
three-cornered flight. 1t was danger
Gus to try and leave, 1t would be
doubly perilous to remain, but-Ar-
line
She was a singer. What odd fancy,
reckless experiment, irrational calcu-
lation led her brother. Rupert Lisie. to
jump from Canton, 90 leagues across
q desert. to try q motion picture ven
ture In the squalid poverty stricken
province of Lochun. could never fig
ure out.
only knew that after q week Of a
vain attempt TO work up business he
found his funds gone.
Then happened The tragic. l had
become slightly acquainted with the
Lisles. We arranged to stick togeth-
er and get back to Canton as best We
might Meantime had fallen In love
with Airline, and she was worthy of 1t.
One day messenger came to my
poor quarters In a vast hurry. PLEASE
come at once" read the note, signed
a." and placed the precious screed
next to my heart and chastsned to
! respond In person.
Now this was what happened: The
brother. an artist. had gone to Annoy.
, one Of the sacred towns of Tuam oc-
cupied by an exclusive tribe and 100
miles distant. He had been discov-
cred in the temple Of the great god.
Honghi. stretching its details. This
Z was saerilege- He had been seized.
. imprisoned and was to die.
Miss Lisle had appealed to the con-
sular agent, to the local authorities.
They were helpless to rescue the
doomed man.
Looking back now, that secret fur
tive tramp to Annoy, constantly men
aced by wandering train bands, the
midnight arrival at the great temple,
the scaling of broken vail, the And
ing Of suitable hiding place up near
the roof--it Is all like q dream:
but then Fooching and I shared
Thousand perils.
The most vivid feature Of that retro
spect Is the event Of the second night.
We looked down at the sombre robed
priests, at the victim, Ariines BROTH
er, whom they led in. Then, as the
sacerdetal rites were about to TAKE
place, Fooching spoke the quick word !:
Ready"
Whir.rr Flash! There was q broad
blank wall at the front OF the temple,
affording an admirable screen. I'm
masking the protector output. 1 threw
the picture of Honghi upon IL In q
broad clear disc. There were alright
ed cries from the priests.
'The script-the messagel" spoke
the quick-witted Fooching, and hared
out the sentences that ordered the
priests to instantly release their VIC
tim or encounter the wrath OF Honghl.
The idol had spoken Trembling with
superstitious fears the chief priest re-
leased the captive and babe him de
part.
| do not know what the priests
thought II they ever found the outfit.
for We abandoned 1t to join the res
cued artist TO regain his 1sister-then
Canton.
The faithful Fooching piloted us all
that dangerous journey.
My loves brother went OF to Ans
tralia. where good business pros
pect was offered. and took Foochins
with him
Airline and myself returned to Amer,.
ca. Why mott My latest letter from
my dear old mother had concluded
I'VE are all waiting to welcome your
dear, sweet little wife"
! Tea Wagon ~ saby Buggy.