Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-01-19

consurs chauffeur appeared from somewhere.
He'd been running MFR. Giles is dead. They
shot him." he painted.
The British consul deadl Shot!
What happened to the women?"
He did not know. He'd seen them running
out of the house and then back trying to find
a place to hide when they saw DR.. Smith shot
on the consulate lawn.
Then every one stood up, scattering poker
chips and cards.
MY God!" I heard a sailor say. 81 wish I
had gun. I'd fix the dirty swine"
WE all knew now beyond doubt that this
W was a massacre of all foreigners. Not one
nation would escape. Americans, British and
Japanese had been attacked.
The telephone jangling.
The consul: The police tell me the Nationals
lists are on the way from the British consulate
down the Maloo. They tell us we shall all be
murdered if we stay here 1t is grave thing
to abandon the consulate. What do you think
should do Earle?"
My husband asked for a moments time,
standing thinking with the receiver in his hand.
Then he spoke into the telephone: Leave"
"All right" replied Mr.. Davis. 1--WE shall
leave Immediately, coming country as
fast as We can"
AS my husband finished telling us this mes
sage the house seemed suddenly full of painting
men used to know. recognized the manager
of a tobacco company. Mr. Jordan, a friend of
ours. Others did not know very we'll or not
at all. They were running in through the
French doors to the south and the back door.
There are soldiers everywhere" they painted
out They're going to kill all foreigners.
We've got to get away. Where's a rope? :.
We'd better try for a drop over the WALL
Every one started running out of the house
down the bluff toward the city wall-not every
one-my husband stayed behind and those
hroy rVt1ndc oiln MxyH rtSh aSSI
me: you'd better 60" He called out to the
men: Put over some men before you let down
my wife," turned and saw him standing
hatless on the veranda. Go on" he called to
me. TN wait for the consul's party"
heard some one at my side saying to me:
Don't try it, it's certain death. We stand a
chance at the house with the sailors. Maybe
they'll get a landing party" It was Mr..
Jordan. See" he went on, there are more
retreating men outside the wall" Sure enough,
scattered all over the plain Northern
soldiers, and here and there running in and
out of the little nuts were Nationalist soldiers
hunting them.
That and the fact that my husband was up
at the house decided me. could not at the
last moment make up my mind to leave him
it seemed like deserving I'd always remember
him standing on the veranda hatless unarmed.
Just the third man went down over the
wall two Nationalist soldiers came running
along commanding us to go back and taking
our rope We ran. bending over to keep below
the parapet and the bluff-away from the
bullets. AS I entered the house. our house
servant, Wang came toward me, placing little
American flag in my hand.
Even he did it we heard shots at the back
of the house. The gardener rushed in, gesti-
culating wildly and jabbering like a mailman
in Chinese. Every one began talking at once.
Have to defend ourselves" The civilians who
had come in were mostly armed with pistols.
heard the click of cartridges slipped into
revolvers. Others cried, mo! We couldn't
stand them off very long!"
I heard my husband speaking above the
crowd: THE consul is not here yet. If we
shoot we endanger him and the British con-
suar people. There are lot of women there.
We can't get into communication. My serv-