With remarkable adroitness, Mr. Bonsal refused to be drawn' into] fon of modern China, oF into contrasting the present with the past in any but the most superficial manner for, eaid he, "With rage to the present situation in the Far East, I'm as ignorant as any of the plump carp inthe Fish Temple at Hangchow, and so 1 will emulate twice admirable discretion, 1 "to listen, not to talk. of there, where, common sense will breva and the sword will remain in the scabbard. If T am mistaken—it we have not learned our lesson, it will not matter much, for tt will then be: apparent that our civilization worthy {o survive and must give place to something bette It was at this point that Mr, Bon-sal indulged in another of " those divergencies which make his conversation a delight. "You know, as far og this current situation is concerned, my wife Is quite down on the way the men have run the world thus far," he confided, "She beeves that we have shot our bolt and missed our mark and that the women should have a chance, She's been tremendously in Chinese women and among them many congenial spirits who agree with that point of view. Having sent me off to two wars In uniform, and to so many others that Tve lost count, as an observer, she believes, she has a right to' her opinion."
Mr. Bonsal has soon every war of any importance whatever since the Bulgarian-Servian War in 1885. An account of those he has reported, reads like a history of the interven! ing years. He missed the South African campaign, he explained tather apologetically, because he was getting married, "and by the time we reached London, it was all over."
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