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Under the Dragon Throne
Under the Dragon Throne
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Contents:
RICHARD MAITLAND, CONSUL.
CHAPTER I. CONTRARY TO PRECEDENT.
CHAPTER II. THE BETROTHAL FEAST.
CHAPTER III. IN THE CLUTCHES OF THE ENEMY.
CHAPTER IV. A TUG-OF-WAR.
A VICTIM OF THE KOLAO-HWUY.
CHAPTER I. THE CITY OF WILLOWS.
CHAPTER II. "TO DISOBEY IS DEATH."
CHAPTER III. BAD NEWS.
CHAPTER IV. THE TAOTAI.
MRS. WYNDHAM'S SEASON OF TERROR
CHAPTER I. THE ADVANCE OF THE JAPS.
CHAPTER II. THE TAKING OF PORT ARTHUR.
CHAPTER III. FALSE FRIEND.
CHAPTER IV. THE RESCUE.
TRAPPED BY A CHINAMAN.
CHAPTER I. THE FEAST OF LANTERNS.
CHAPTER II. THE ENGLISH GIRL.
CHAPTER III. HYACINTH.
CHAPTER IV. THE TRIAL.
DANGEROUS EXPERIMENT
CHAPTER I. THE SACRIFICE.
CHAPTER II. THE AWAKENING.
CHAPTER III. A CHINESE MOTHER-IN-LAW.
CHAPTER IV. THE WAY OUT.
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An excerpt from the beginning of the first story:
RICHARD MAITLAND, CONSUL.
CHAPTER I.
CONTRARY TO PRECEDENT.
WHEN Richard Maitland undertook the duties of Her Britannic Majesty's Consul at the inland port of Ch'anyang, in China, he little guessed the strange adventures which would befall him, and the numerous perils to which he would be exposed. He was a man of nearly fifty years of age, a thick-set Englishman from the Midland Counties. In manner he was intensely reserved; but he had a humorous twinkle in his eyes, and, when thoroughly pleased and interested in anyone, a hearty and kindly manner. He was also largely endowed with tact, an essential quality for a man in his position. In consequence, he was popular with the Chinese dignitaries, and was freely admitted to their various entertainments. But this popularity was destined to come to an abrupt end, and the peace-loving Consul was soon to see the reverse side of the Chinese character.
On a certain sultry morning, when Maitland entered of his private apartments in the large, roomy Consulate, his valet, George Bryce, who had accompanied his master from England, approached him. He told Maitland that a young Englishman had called to see him on urgent business.
"The gentleman brought this letter of introduction," continued Bryce, "and begged me to give it to you, sir, the moment you were at leisure to look at it. This is his visiting-card."
Maitland took both letter and card in his hand. When he read the name on the card, he gave a perceptible start: "Mr. James Pennant. Surely not Lady Margaret's son," he exclaimed half aloud. He eagerly tore open the letter. It ran as follows:
"MY DEAR MR. MAITLAND,
"If my son goes to Ch'anyang (that unpronounceable corner of the earth where you are now buried), I am sure you will do him all the kindness in your power. He has taken it into his head to visit China, in search, I suppose, of those adventures which fascinate young people in our day. For the sake of our old friendship, I am sure you will give him fatherly counsel if he comes in your way. You know that he is a somewhat important person, at least in his mother's eyes, being an only son.
"With kindest regards,
"Yours most truly, "MARGARET PENNANT
When Maitland's quick eyes had devoured this letter, he looked at Bryce. "The young Englishman turns out to be the son of an old friend," he remarked. "Lady Margaret Coningsby is his mother. You remember Lady Margaret as a young lady—eh, Bryce?"
'Yes, sir, perfectly. Also her marriage to Captain Pennant, and the Captain's death soon afterwards. I told Mr. Pennant that you would most likely be able to see him after tiffin, sir. He said he would call without fail."
"I hope he will do so. I shall be delighted to see his mother's son. Be sure you let me know the moment he arrives."
"Yes, sir," replied the servant.
A Chinese "boy" entered the room at this moment to announce that tiffin was served, and Maitland strode into his dining-hall and sat down to lunch. He was hungry, for he had gone through a hard morning's work, and while he ate, his thoughts ran on the letter he had received and the many memories it had evoked.
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Contents:
RICHARD MAITLAND, CONSUL.
CHAPTER I. CONTRARY TO PRECEDENT.
CHAPTER II. THE BETROTHAL FEAST.
CHAPTER III. IN THE CLUTCHES OF THE ENEMY.
CHAPTER IV. A TUG-OF-WAR.
A VICTIM OF THE KOLAO-HWUY.
CHAPTER I. THE CITY OF WILLOWS.
CHAPTER II. "TO DISOBEY IS DEATH."
CHAPTER III. BAD NEWS.
CHAPTER IV. THE TAOTAI.
MRS. WYNDHAM'S SEASON OF TERROR
CHAPTER I. THE ADVANCE OF THE JAPS.
CHAPTER II. THE TAKING OF PORT ARTHUR.
CHAPTER III. FALSE FRIEND.
CHAPTER IV. THE RESCUE.
TRAPPED BY A CHINAMAN.
CHAPTER I. THE FEAST OF LANTERNS.
CHAPTER II. THE ENGLISH GIRL.
CHAPTER III. HYACINTH.
CHAPTER IV. THE TRIAL.
DANGEROUS EXPERIMENT
CHAPTER I. THE SACRIFICE.
CHAPTER II. THE AWAKENING.
CHAPTER III. A CHINESE MOTHER-IN-LAW.
CHAPTER IV. THE WAY OUT.
*****
An excerpt from the beginning of the first story:
RICHARD MAITLAND, CONSUL.
CHAPTER I.
CONTRARY TO PRECEDENT.
WHEN Richard Maitland undertook the duties of Her Britannic Majesty's Consul at the inland port of Ch'anyang, in China, he little guessed the strange adventures which would befall him, and the numerous perils to which he would be exposed. He was a man of nearly fifty years of age, a thick-set Englishman from the Midland Counties. In manner he was intensely reserved; but he had a humorous twinkle in his eyes, and, when thoroughly pleased and interested in anyone, a hearty and kindly manner. He was also largely endowed with tact, an essential quality for a man in his position. In consequence, he was popular with the Chinese dignitaries, and was freely admitted to their various entertainments. But this popularity was destined to come to an abrupt end, and the peace-loving Consul was soon to see the reverse side of the Chinese character.
On a certain sultry morning, when Maitland entered of his private apartments in the large, roomy Consulate, his valet, George Bryce, who had accompanied his master from England, approached him. He told Maitland that a young Englishman had called to see him on urgent business.
"The gentleman brought this letter of introduction," continued Bryce, "and begged me to give it to you, sir, the moment you were at leisure to look at it. This is his visiting-card."
Maitland took both letter and card in his hand. When he read the name on the card, he gave a perceptible start: "Mr. James Pennant. Surely not Lady Margaret's son," he exclaimed half aloud. He eagerly tore open the letter. It ran as follows:
"MY DEAR MR. MAITLAND,
"If my son goes to Ch'anyang (that unpronounceable corner of the earth where you are now buried), I am sure you will do him all the kindness in your power. He has taken it into his head to visit China, in search, I suppose, of those adventures which fascinate young people in our day. For the sake of our old friendship, I am sure you will give him fatherly counsel if he comes in your way. You know that he is a somewhat important person, at least in his mother's eyes, being an only son.
"With kindest regards,
"Yours most truly, "MARGARET PENNANT
When Maitland's quick eyes had devoured this letter, he looked at Bryce. "The young Englishman turns out to be the son of an old friend," he remarked. "Lady Margaret Coningsby is his mother. You remember Lady Margaret as a young lady—eh, Bryce?"
'Yes, sir, perfectly. Also her marriage to Captain Pennant, and the Captain's death soon afterwards. I told Mr. Pennant that you would most likely be able to see him after tiffin, sir. He said he would call without fail."
"I hope he will do so. I shall be delighted to see his mother's son. Be sure you let me know the moment he arrives."
"Yes, sir," replied the servant.
A Chinese "boy" entered the room at this moment to announce that tiffin was served, and Maitland strode into his dining-hall and sat down to lunch. He was hungry, for he had gone through a hard morning's work, and while he ate, his thoughts ran on the letter he had received and the many memories it had evoked.
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