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ever since. He was one of those pro a useful part in regenerating his counnounced blameworthy for the reverses try. By all accounts, Li Ping Hien in 1894-5, and he nearly lost his head. was one of the most capable men in Instead of this calamity his good for China, and it was he who defeated the tune decreed that he should receive the French at Langson. In 1894 he appears profitable office of Customs Taotai at as Governor designate of Shantung, Tientsin. This was in 1896, and in the and in the following year he was at his following year he blossomed into Vice post. In 1897 he was specially menPresident of the Board of Revision, and tioned by Yu Yin Lin, Fantai or proDirector-General of the new Railway vincial treasurer of Anhui, in his reDepartment. He then founded the markable memorial to the Emperor as Chinese Imperial Bank, from which one of the men who would save China. his countrymen can borrow at an inter When Liu Ping Chang was dismissed est ranging from 25 to 50 per cent. As from the Viceroyship of Szchuen at the Taotai at Shanghai we must have a instance of the British Government, Li great deal to do with him during the Ping Hien was nominated his succespresent crisis. He is a man to watch sor. Before his departure he unfortuand to be guarded with. He resem nately got into trouble with the Gerbles Li Hung Chang in several re mans, who made their famous descent spects and he is said to be related to on Kiaochao, and insisted on his rehim. But there is no love lost between moval because two German missionthem, and Li Hung Chang tried to sup aries had been killed in the natal city plant him two years ago by one of his of Confucius. Instead of proceeding own creatures named Ma Chi Chang. to Szchuen, Li Ping Hien was, after a Sheng was also unpopular with the long diplomatic wrangle, "cashiered Tsungli Yamen, and probably the and declared incapable of holding any source of his power was the Empress high office,” while the Manchu GoverDowager herself, whose avarice was nor of Foochow, Ju Lu, ex-Viceroy of · propitiated by a share in his business Manchuria, went to Chung King in his
profits. He is a man certain to be stead. Thanks to German inflexibility, heard much of, and he will no doubt Li Ping Hien, who might have been pose as the friend of the foreigner. a progressist, is now the pronounced The mantle of Li Hung Chang in re enemy of the foreigner and all his spect of guile and humbug is falling works. on his shoulders.
'In conclusion, I would name certain Wang Wen Chao, Governor of Hu men about whom there are no detailed nan in 1890, Viceroy of Yunnan in 1893, particulars to be given, but who may Viceroy of Pe-Chili in 1895, and again come more prominently forward in the appointed in 1899, when Jung Lu's near future. Among these Weng Tun other appointments monopolized his Ho, the ex-tutor of the Emperor time, is too old to take any active part Kwangsu, disgraced some months bein affairs. He is a man of moderation, fore the collapse of the Reform Moveand the friend of Prince Ching and ment, and now living in retirement, is Jung Lu. He is said to have been perhaps the most prominent. He is the killed in an attempt to save the Lega firm opponent of Russia, and with bettions. It is impossible to speak of Li ter backing might have thwarted Count Ping Hien, the last of the greater Chi Cassini. Then there are the two nese officials I have named, without Tsengs, viz., Tseng Kuang-luan, the some feeling of regret, as but for Ger- present Marquis, and his cousin, the ban arbitrariness he might have played Earl of Weiyi. A third Tseng is Tseng
Kuang-chin, nephew and adopted son representative of the Ming dynasty, of the late Ambassador, who signed the and as such allowed by the Manchus treaty of St. Petersburg, now editing a to sacrifice on the tombs of the dynasty progressive Chinese paper in Shanghai, at Nanking. The other is the Duke of and believed to be a protégé of Viceroy Yen, the direct descendant of ConfuLiu of Nanking. Another possibly use cius, and the possessor of the only ful official of experience is Li Chong hereditary dukedom in China. His Fung, commonly called while in Eng mere name raises before us a long land Lord Li. He is a nephew, and vista of possible popular reforms in was for a time the adopted son, of Li China; but no doubt he would make Hung Chang. He was once Minister the first condition of his co-operation to Japan, and signed the treaty of Shim. the exclusion of all foreign missiononoseki as well as his relation, whom aries. These are, however, idle conjeche also accompanied to Europe in 1896. tures or remote contingencies. For the Since his return to China on that occa moment the outlook is not promising sion he has been living quietly in re for any cordial or sincere co-operation tirement at Shanghai. Finally, there on the part of Chinese officials, and the are two Chinese of special interest of goodwill of even the "friendly" Vicewhom absolutely nothing is known, roys of the Yangtse Valley must not but whose hereditary claims are indis be subjected to too severe a strain. putable. One is the Marquis Ch'eng,
Demetrius C. Boulger. The Contemporary Review.
Oh, thou great realm of possibilities,
C. D. W.
A HEAD BY HELLEU.
is. He is different from others; he de
mands much: reason, devotion, paOutside of the window the thick, gray tience, consideration, unconditional, unveil of mist hung over the water. In reasoning devotion, everything; and as the little warm room with the family for him, he is a singular being. Indeed, portraits and the engravings on all the since he finished his great work with walls, the clock ticked. The old lady which he was so intoxicated, he has behad risen hastily from her seat by the come so sensitive that one never knows window and stood with outstretched, how a thing will strike him, still less but outward turned hands, trembling, how it will influence him. He feels almost weeping. Grethe did not en- everything more deeply and more paintirely close the door, but leaving it fully than ordinary men. He keeps one slightly ajar, peeped through the open- continually worried about him. Just ing.
The son led his bride towards think, I, his mother, who bore him and his mother. All the light which was nurtured him, fostered and protected in the room fell on her paling, young him, bearing him ever in my heart, face, with the anxious dilating eyes, who would willingly give my life the half open, trembling lips. He stood blood for him each second, I tell you, close beside her. For the length of a I scarcely know him. I have doubted pulse-beat they all remained silent. that he would bring a daughter home Then the old lady breathed heavily. It to me who would—who would bear the sounded almost a sob.
proud name of his father with dignity. "Thank God!" she said, falling on her We are noble, is that not grand, child? son's neck.
Should I not value that, so that we The door of the room was closed. may still continue to be noble?-But Grethe had seen well enough.
why need I speak of that? Now everyThen the three sat around the little thing is well, everything. And all the sewing table by the window, the coun anxiety of the past years, how foolish! cillor's widow opposite her future But why are you so silent? You have daughter-in-law. She spoke quickly eyes, which say that you also can laugh and with emotion:
and cbatter. Tell me something of "What anxiety I have had since yourself, of your parents and how and morning, since receiving your letter. I when you learned to know him, and thought you would bring me a Paris where and-Look about in my room. girl. . . I thought-I knew not what. Do the engravings please you? Those And now such a young, pure creature, Roman views are by Volpato, who honest and German. Child, how shall brought them to Hubert's father, long I tell you how I thank you, that you before he was my husband, from his are thus, and not what I thought. And journey to Italy. Yes, then everyyou love him? But yes, otherwise you thing classic and from the South was would not have done as you have. I valued, but now everything is differcan read that in your face. But you ent. Those etchings after Cornelius and must love him very much, selflessly Delaroche, Hubert considers horrible. love him, if you will take him as he What is your opinion ? Do you also * Translated for The Living Age by Adene
swear by the modern school? Indeed Williams.
you must do so as his bride. What do
you think of the French, do you know meeting, when he had brought her to them all."
the house and had introduced himself "I sent her from Paris,” said the son, to her at the door, she too, politely curt"an etching by Paul Helleu.”
seying, had told him her name: Anna “Ah, Helleu? He is the one who Louise Elizabeth Thiessing. But he usually makes only sketches with a had later confessed to her in what a couple of swift strokes. And does that comical school-girlish way she had said please you? Do you consider it beauti- it, so that he knew at once that she ful?"
did not belong to the station which her Lisbeth glanced towards her be- appearance indicated. And if he had trothed.
not fallen in love with her the very He scarcely noticed the look. “It is al- first moment, he would have noticed it most impossible to believe,” he contin- more particularly. Now he wanted to ued to his mother, "how the artist, who keep her from doing the same thing never saw her, was able to reproduce her again, lest his mother should discover features with his easily formed Invely it too. He was ashamed of her. That sketch, all that is the most inward core he must not be, she would not have it of her being; the idea of undisturbed “Elizabeth Thiessing," she said dispeace, the expression, one might say, tinctly. of how this child, who is really but a The old lady looked at her smilingly. child, uninfluenced by the world, pro- “Thiessen," I have not the pleasure of ceeds on her own way, knowing how knowing the family. But you are from to guard her ego and her individual- here? Tell me, who are thy people? ity"
And do not sit so uncomfortably and "But,” inquired the old lady for the formally there, as if only making a second time, “do you too then perceive visit. Show me that you feel at home all of this? Speak out freely, does the here; take off your hat and jacket. picture please you?”
Here comes Grethe with her cakes, “I?”-Lisbeth hesitated—“I really do home-made. She will naturally want not know. I believe he, Hubert, has the bride of her young gentleman to try such a good opinion of me and treas- them. Take off your gloves, dear Lisures me. And I do not understand the beth, and help yourself.” picture at all. At least Madam, the Lisbeth again glanced towards HuDoctor's wife"
bert. He leaned back in his chair, ate The mother leaned over the little cakes, teased the old servant, as she table and kissed the cheeks of the was coming in, so that she tried to young girl: “Hubert, she is a trouvaille! avoid him. What did he mean? What A truly womanly creature. Modern was he thinking of? If she took off enough for you and still to my liking her gloves—then, indeed, would the old -and so modest and so honorable, in lady know all. confessing that she understands nothing And she took them off. Partly beof this art which only sketches and in- cause she could not do otherwise--for dicates, and does not complete-I Grethe stood there waiting with the wouldn't have thought it possible- plate of cakes and the little tray-half Come, my dear, dear little daughter- in defiance. For if this must be, the tell me, what is your name? I know sooner the better. She drew off the nothing at all about you."
new, yellow kid gloves, which she had “Her name is Lisbeth,” said Hubert. herself bought on purpose for this
Tears sprang to the girl's eyes as he visit, from her right hand, and spoke so brusquely. At their first stretched out her finger and took a
cake. With the same shocked feeling evening on the street. I am in service with which the mother and Grethe here." looked down at the hard, red, large- "As what?" asked the Frau Geheimjointed work-fingers, she herself looked rath in a weak voice. at the poor hand, which trembling, "As housemaid, at Holzdamm with crumbled the cakes on the little glass Dr. Ross," Lisbeth arose and took her plate. She couldn't have eaten now jacket in order to put it on again. But for anything in the world.
Hubert had also sprung up and pre"You can go now," said the Frau vented her. Geheimrath.
"Mamma,” he cried, turning to the Grethe obeyed.
old lady, who, shrinking together Did Hubert feel nothing, know noth- leaned back in her chair, “my good ing of what was happening?
mamma, look at her, listen to her. Is The mother rose, went to the door, she not noble without, within? Does opened it and looked out. She wished she not show it, recognizing her station to be certain that the old servant was so frankly and freely? Good old not listening in the hall. Then she mother, think, how often you have said came back, with slow and short steps to me, one should only look at man, at and dropped down on her chair, quite mankind, as they are in the heart, not old, bent, trying to gather up her cour- on the dress or exteriors. How often age.
have you chided me, because I noticed "Isn't she charming?" said Hubert, some ugly feature of the face, some "in her bare head? See how the hair hard tone of the voice, more than the starts from the temples-exactly like inward excellences of people who were the lines in Helleu's sketch. I could not congenial to me; because I oversit for a lifetime looking at this fine looked other mistakes and faults when transition. You understand it, mam- their physical forms or organs pleased ma, something of completeness, of me. Mother, look at her, in whom infaultlessness moves me, charms me deed the inner surpasses the outer, fine sometimes to tears."
as it is, listen to her, so that you will What was he saying? What did he know her. Just because I perceived mean? If he had been speaking that she is noble in her inmost heart French, he would not have been more have I loved her. And therefore I incomprehensible to Lisbeth. She un- brought her to you without any prepderstood better what the old lady was aration, that you should yourself see feeling, who sat before her in her black and know her, before you knew any. satin dress so straight and stiff in her thing further of her. But now you chair, one hand clasped in the other, must be good, mother, you must! For the two palms pressed together in per- she will be my wife." plexity, the fingers interlaced until So he spoke and still more to the they cracked. The young girl felt a same purpose. The two scarcely heard sudden pity for the old, lonely mother. him. They each had but the one She did not herself know how it hap- thought: A servant-maid! pened that she thought and felt thus, It was not said aloud, but it was so, perhaps she did not at once know that and nothing could change it. They she did feel so. But she stretched out both felt it. But Mrs. Ehren was a her hand, coarse as it was, and laid it lady who was more accustomed to very gently on the old, weak, waxen control her emotions than Lisbeth, fingers.
and more accustomed to self-posses. "I am no lady. He spoke to me one