The charred little finger of the late Queen, that was buried with so much eclat in the Mausoleum outside the East Gate, is resting uneasily. 'The Emperor has dreams at night of coffee plots, returnii rebels, ete. nnd it has been all uni: takable traced te the currents of influence, underground, that run from the Queen' grave. Geomancers declare that: these eonnecting lines are tangled up, and are now tugging in " tangled, constricted state, and that there will be a big byon (catastrophe), unless His Majesty changes the gray once. It means several millions of yang, unlimited plunder for the soothsayers, and so they all favour it, The order has gone forth and the charred remains are to be moved to a point sixteen miles further out.
The Electric Car Company, under the management of an up-to-date American, has taken advantage of this, and has secured n concession to build a line to connect the city with the charred finger. Tf once the Emperor gets it into his head that the current of evil influence is in any way'associated with the "spirit" wire, thnt stretches slong the track, he will make short work of the Car Company. He tolerates it because he is the largest stockholder, though he "views the humming noise' that the business makes with apprehension. The good women of his Empire come out at nights stealthily and sacrifice to the devil in the poles, and this, he supposes, hus a saving influence.
Last year the car track delayed the ordinary rainfall for two months, so the natives turned two of the cars over, burned them, and threatened to destroy the entire phut. A week or so ago they again attacked a car on Main Street, and there was small riot, in which an American had his nose broken, but a few revolver shots, over the heads of the crowd, scattered them, avd the hum of the ever-fying demon continues to be heard.
Inn week or s0 more we shall have the largest electric plant in the East, with the exception of one in Tokio.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.