FRRBBMMWA If, sir, you do not love me, is there no one else "Mr. King has come back from Shanghai with a bad attack of influenza," said Mr. Brown at tiffin.
"Indeed? Then I suppose we shan't have him at your birthday party, Lucy," remarked Dr. Mackenzie, He had suddenly returned from an upcountry rad, and was eating voraciously, "T don't Stet he will be able to come," opium smoker. As the steamer was fly ig} went on Mr, town. Perhaps you had the English Jack when captured, the chief better go over and see him, Mackenzie." asked why he came there armed, etc., "T have not been sent for yet," returned etc., ashe wasa friend of the Europeans, the doctor stiffly. He rose as' he spoke, Through the medium of a fireman, who and walked off to his study, as he invariably acted us interpreter, Mr. Grimmer made an did when the conversation had taken air ion which appeared satisfactory to unpleasant turn, of, who had Mr. Grimmer living And the unlucky Maggie had three of the with him for six weeks, during which time he was well treated, doctor's books in her room, which she was dying to ut back in his study What if For three days the city was looted, many he shoul miss them, and raise a hue and. of the leaders being beheaded. The car-ery after them? She had better go out, ing about of the heads on pikes for some and keep away for the afternoon, till the mie Was a ghastly sight. The rebels were doctor's reading fit had ed, and her in w highly excited state, going about mother was away calling. "Then she might foaming at the mouth and ing one with another for the plunder. After the slip in and put them paci again. her little stratagem was all in vain. looting was over, a strict cipline was Peter Wong overtook her before she had. maintained; in fact, when one of the re- yot to the ferry, and insisted on taking her bels had been discovered robbing from the people, he was tried by court-martial and would have been beheaded, but for the interposition of Grimmer, who, not kuowg the rules, had asked' fur some provisions from the course not expecting, them te be stolen. Un hearing this the chief free, after uuking him ko low ly to Mr. Gri ing on his rebels left the place, Mr. Grimmer being ordered to get up steam. This was matter of great wonderment to the rebels, who peered from every available corner. Dirty water had gathered considerably in the pipes, and when the valve was lifted to let the steam off, there was an unlooked-for discharge whic cleared the decks, many of the rebels jumping over The steamer towed the chief's boats for four or five miles, and for this Mr. Grimmer received " present of 1,000 taels. On board the "blet's boat was ransom money to the value of about 180,000 taels. Afterwards the rel left for Liyang on the Grand Canal. Here two blades were broken from the propeller, and Mr. Grimmer was allowed to go back Shanghai. Previous to this, negotiations had been going on regarding him and ove Macvittie, a lad in Mr. Grimmer's crew. The British Consul had not moved in the matter, and it was to the U.S. Consul that Mr. Grimmer was indebted for the arrangements.
When Mr. Grimmer came back to Shanghai, he was prevented by Captain Bradshaw, of the British artillery, from getting the propeller repaired; and consequently did not go back to the rebels.
When he left the rebels, they gave him many presents of jewellery, silks, etc.. They used to bring their rifles and old if int-locks for him to repair. He in time complained of this to the chief, who ordered that if they wanted such work done they were to pay him for it. The chief ordered that such work should only be optional on his part. Altogether Mr. Grimmer was treated in a liberal and considerate manner by the rebel chief. From what hie saw, the' for a walk, during which she was treated to the whole' of his proposed sermon for next Sunday. And when she came home, late for tea, she found Gregory King sitting in his armchair, drinking tea and chatting with Mrs, Brown, The two who occupied the armchairs wore so engrossed in their own conversa: tion that they took no notice of Peter and Maggie. They were left entirely to their pwn Fesources, Which, in the case of Potur Wong, were not great. He subsided into an ancient, rocking chair, and left Maggie to try to edge her way, if she had the fancy to do so, into the conversation.
But there was no place for hi there, and she withdrew, slightly mortified, to the side of Peter Wong And now Satan himself entered into her. Not in the orthodox form, as a roa lion, but as an: angel of light.
He filed her with shame, to with, at her deceitfulness i neral, first, in taking Dr. Macke ks, and Secondly, int taking Mr. King's picture. Then he prompted her to make speedy restitution, and to ease her conscience. And so, after sitting for " while, apparently listening to the conversation by the fire, interrupted as it occasionally was by fits' of sneezing from the influenza-fated Gregory, Maggie walked out of the room, went upstairs, took the three missing books from their hiding. place (among her stockings), and thru the little picture into her pocket, re less of crumpling it, went down' to Dr. Mackenzie's study.
"Come in The voice sounded irritable. Dr. Mac-Kenzie had wasted a good hour over his search, "Here are your books. I took them to read."
What made Maggie so bold? Her voice sounded quite strange to her ears, so brave was it. But her hand was shaking as she put down the guilty three on the table close to the doctor.
He turned on her in speechless astonishment, but in astonishment that had not one trace of anger it it.
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