The publishers of this pathetic little story have hardly done it justice, for in its very plain binding and somewhat inferior paper it looks more like a school hok than novel. The title, too, gives little indication of the contents of the book, hut we understand that Mrs. Little contemplated series of stories of the treaty ports in China like Lise Boehm's "China Coast Tales," of which "Out, in China" was to be the general title, and this general title the publishers have applied to this one story of Amoy. With her well-known powers of description, Mre. Little has given a most accurate picture of Amoy combined with a very moving story, the chief motive of which is the Box. break in 1900, in which, however, Amoy was not involved. The heroine of this little tragedy, with " happy ending however, is charming girl who comes out to a leading merchant at Amy. who believes a'l the time that it the heroine's -un, who has the same name and for whom his letter of proposed was intended, that he has come to Shanghai to welcome. D sappwin'ed as he ix, he does his best to make his bride happy, but he cannot disguise the fact that he dees not love her, and she and the British Consul at Amoy fall deeply in, love with exch other picnic to a temple on the manila organise, which Lindsay is unable to attend, and he charges the consul with her care. The patty is attacked by Boxers, and we are spared none of the horrors which made the accounts of these attacks such terrible reading in 1900. Forbes, the Consul, and Winifred, the heroine, escape and hide themselves among the rocks, and here they are at last found by a rescue patty headed by Lindsay, just as Winifred is dying of sunstroke. Forbes has seen the party coming, and taking them for enemies, for Lindsay himself is in Chinese clothes, has been trying to roll a big boulder on them to block the path. What follows must be told in Mrs. Little's own words, graphic and powerful as they Thus the two men ree-guised one another, and for a moment styed and stared, and neither spoke, Forbes a'mo-t breaking his hands in desperate efforts to restrain the rock he had been at such pains to precipitate. 'Here—hie—Lindsay help Lindsay rushed forward, and together the two men succeeded in' replacing it i safety.
Then after a hesitation, which seemed like an eternity to them both, Lindsay spoke. "Is my wife here?" was all he said.
""Yes—here!"
"Is she alive?"
"Yes! alive!" with a backward glance at her as if to make sure. Wait one moment Then he went buck to her. "Winifred dearest, can you rouse you Its life not death we have '0 face, " Your husband has come to look for you."
But her eyes were ylazed with fever, and she did not seem t" understid even when he shook her arm. Your husband, Winiired! Lindsay! Lindsay is coming! You are saved."
he beckoned and Lindsay came and ood hes'de her, looking down and being everything. If they could have known this was what he was slying in his heart. You taste ' your nice" to ime, and tus 's the pass to wh ch I have brought her—dying here among the r-cks." And he wa- noting every item of desolation and discomfort, totting it all up as ix were as a debit account against himself.
"She was conscious just now," said Forbes. "Have you water?"
"Boy called Lindsay. And the Boy came and immediately began to unpack. He it was who poured water over her, sprinkling it carefully with his hands, and allowing the two Englishmen to touch it with one of their fingers, lest they should pour too much, While Lindsay held an umbrella over hier, and took off n Covlie's hat with which '0 fan her.
"I don't think she knows you in those clothes." said Forbes. Have you your others?"
"Yes," said Li day and there and then began t change.
Have you been here all the time?"
"No! Oh no cried Forb-s, but could not detail, the history of Uncir Odyssey there and then.
When he was once more European in appearance Lindsay advanced, and bent his wife. Winifred, my dear, are you better?" he asked in his cold, clear tones.
She opened her eyes at once then, reising him with a delighted smile.
ind! Always so kind!" she said, and tried to hold out her hands to him.
They were the last wor's she spoke. And Forbes felt afterwards he was ga! it was so. At the time he was human, and his he rt had ache! for som recognition. Bur none hat come for him.
The admirers of Mrs. Little's writings will certainly agree that she has never then anything hetter thin this story short as it is. The only thing to regret in it is that it did not end with'the return of Forbes and Lindsay to Kulangsu with Winifred's dead body. For that Lindsay should marry the aunt strer all, and live happy ever after, is no doubt true to nature, but it is an anti-climax.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.