China -- History -- Boxer Rebellion, 1899-1901 -- Juvenile fiction; Missions -- China -- Juvenile fiction
Lilian looked at me a little apprehensively, and, catching sight of my
face in the mirror opposite, I saw that it was flushed, and that my eyes
burnt like diamonds.
"Darling," Mrs. Ross whispered, soothingly, "I fear this will be too
much for you."
"Oh, no," I cried, excitedly. "It is joy, Lilian, joy. This man comes
straight from Chen-si, from Uncle Paul; he is a convert, and will be
baptized soon."
Lilian looked radiant.
"How wonderful it all is!" she said, softly. "How the Lord has
overshadowed us! I cannot the least grasp it yet, but no doubt you will
find out all about it."
"Yes, just fancy, Lilian; it’s Mr. Li. Cicely has so often mentioned
him in her letters, he is such a clever man, and used to come to read
with Uncle Paul; but I did not know that he had become a Christian."
"I arrived in Pekin," Mr. Li was saying to me, "the very day you were
captured. I had some knowledge of the man Wang—indeed, I was able to
benefit him once—and he is attached to me in his way, but we must not
depend upon him. I fear he is wholly influenced by mercenary motives;
it will not be wise to address me when he is here, and I need hardly
tell you that he has not the smallest suspicion that I have any
knowledge of you. He wants the reward which has been offered; he met me
as I was making my way into the city, and, knowing that I had some
influence with the soldiers, he asked me to go with him to see if it
were possible to save you. Thank God, we arrived at the Hall just in
time."
"Thank God," we both said, or, rather, we almost breathed it from the
depths of our being.
A moment’s silence followed.
"Does my father know that we are safe?" I asked, anxiously.
"Yes," said Mr. Li, soothingly, "and your husband also," and for the
first time he turned his grave gaze on Lilian. "And there was another,
too, a young man, very young; when he heard that you were prisoners, he
begged the Colonel to let him go at once; he said he had the strength of
ten men, and that he would fight his way to you or die."
I did not say a word. I turned my head and remained silent, but I saw a
young, bronzed face, and a pair of steadfast, blue eyes, that had never
been shadowed by fear or indecision.
"Of course, it would have been madness," Mr. Li went on, calmly, "if
would simply have meant death to everyone concerned. The Colonel saw
that at a glance, as the Legations are fast closed now, and every man is
wanted to defend them. Your only hope of deliverance lies in stratagem.
This man carried news to the Colonel to-day, and will probably bring you
a message, but I have plans," said Mr. Li. "I do not see the least use
in returning to Pekin, there is only danger there; on the contrary, I
should advise escape."
"Yes," we both said, "if only that were possible, but how?"
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