No apology is needed for reverting to the death of Chang Hsun, because those who knew! him ask us to say what they knew. The most fascinating story of his first incursion into the realm of publicity comes from a railway engineer. The Empress Dowager, he tells, was in flight from the capital to Sianfu, and! it was a hideous business. All of sudden arose one man, the mafoo of the cart transporting her Highness. While all others were thrown into confusion, he knew what to do, and following! his native instinct he took the Dowager to Sianfu. Now we may: as a general rule scorn mafoos and their kind, but we have to concede to them the possibility ofi an eye for country and roads, not! to mention direction, and a capacity to take passengers where they were meant to go. It is a great gift. and more than one officer who has gone through big~ ger wars would have welcomed it. Chang Hsun—he was the mafoo, og out informant tells us—had it, and like Moses, apparently, was a great Quartermaster-General. He brought the Dowager there and back, and, the Dowager being a woman of infinite sagacity, resolved to promote him. The re+ ward for his fidelity was a capt-amoy in the Chinese army, and it was not long before he rose to higher rank, becoming. General before the Manchu dynasty cease ed to be. The sequel is still more imposing. A Tientsin paper re ports that he left a fortune of 10 millions, and Chang Hsun devotes only a few thousands to the care of his family. The remainder, at least nine millions, is to he devoted to the restoration of the Manchus. We shall not comment on the wisdom of his selection of the disposal of the for-' tune. It may be good or bad, but here at any rate is loyalty.
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