Sensing J1 that, the child's mother apologetically pulled at the strap and said, "You zi~ughty child disturbing Miss Su! Come back here! How studious you are, Miss Su! You know so much and still you read all the timeSun is always telling me, 'Women students like Miss Su give China a good nameShe's beau tiful and has a PhWhere can you ever find such nice people?' Here I went abroad for nothing and never even cracked a bookI keep house, and I forgot everything I'd learned as soon as I had himHey! You pest! I told you not to go over thereYou're up to no goodYou'll get Miss Su's clothes all dirty for sure Miss Su had always scorned the poor, simple-minded MrsSun and de tested children, but when she heard all that, she was quite pleasedSmiling pleasantly, she said, "Let him come She removed her sunglasses, closed the book she had been staring at va cantly, and with utmost caution she clasped the child's wrist before he could wipe his hands all over her clothes"Where's Papa?" she asked himWithout answering, the child opened his eyes wide and went, "Poo, poo," at Miss Su, spitting out saliva in imitation of the goldfish blowing bubbles in the tank in the dining roomMiss Su hast ily let go of his arm and pulled out a handkerchief to protect herselfHis mother yanked him away, threatening to slap himThen sighing, she said, "His father is gambling down belowWhere else? I can't understand why all men like gambling so muchJust look at the ones on this boatEvery last one of them is gambling his head offI wouldn't mind so much if it brought in a little somethingSun, he's already gambled away a tidy sum and he just keeps goingIt makes me so mad!" When Miss Su heard these last petty remarks, she, in spite of herself, felt a renewed contempt for MrsFang does not gamble," she remarked coldlySun turned up her nose and sniffedFang! He played too when he first got on the boatNow he's too busy chasing Miss Pao, so naturally he can't spare the timeRomance is the big event of a lifetime, far more impor tant than gamblingI just can't see what there is about that Miss Pao, coarse and dark as she is, to make MrFang give up a perfectly good second-class berth for the discomforts of the third classI see those two are getting on gloriouslyMaybe by the time the boat reaches Hong Kong they'll get mar riedIt's certainly a case of 'fate bringing people together from a thousand ii away' Miss Su felt a painful stabbing in her heart when she heard thatSun and to console herself, she said, "Why, that's quite impossible! Miss Pao has a fianc6; she told me so herselfHer fianc? even financed her studies abroadSun said, "She has a fiance and is still so flirtatious? We are already antiquesAt least we've learned something new this timeMiss Su, I'll tell you something funnyFang were classmates in shop China

The woman's handsome husband, who was standing nearby, watched with pleasure, since for the last few days he had been enjoying the large quantities of cigarettes, beer, and lemonade that had been coming his way Once the Red Sea was passed, no longer was there fear of the intense heat igniting a fire, so, besides the usual fruit peelings, scraps of paper, bottle caps, and cigarette butts were everywhereThe French are famous for the clarity of their thought and the lucidness of their prose, yet in what 'er they do, they never fail to bring chaos, filth, and hubbub, as witness the mess on board the shipRelying on man's ingenuity and entrusted with his hopes, but loaded with his clutter, the ship sailed along amidst the noise and bustle; each minute it returned one small stretch of water, polluted with the smell of man, back to the indifferent, boundless, and never-ending oceanEach summer as usual a batch of Chinese students were returning home after completing their studies abroad, and about a dozen of them were aboardMost were young people who had not as yet found employment; they were hastening back to China at the start of the summer vacation to have more time to look for jobsThose who had no worries about jobs would wait until the cool autumn before sailing leisurely toward homeAlthough some of those on board had been students in France, the others, who had been studying in England, Germany, and Belgium, had gone to Paris to gain more experience of night life before taking a French ship homeMeeting at a far corner of ti' earth, they became good friends at once, discussing the foreign threats a1~ internal turmoil of their motherland, wishing they could return immediately to serve herThe ship moved ever so slowly, while homesickness welled up in everyone's heart and yearned for releaseThen suddenly, from heaven knows where appeared two sets of mahjong, the Chinese national pastime, said to be popular in America as wellThus, playing mabjong not only had a down- home flavor to it but was also in tune with world trendsAs luck would have it, there were more than enough people to set up two tables of mahjong So, except for eating and sleeping, they spent their entire time gamblingBreak fast was no sooner over than down in the dining room the first round of mah jong was to begin Up on deck were two Chinese women and one toddler, who didn't count as a full person-at least the ship's company did not consider him as one and had not made his parents buy a ticket for himThe younger woman, wearing sunglasses and with a novel spread on her lap, was elegantly dressedHer skin would be considered fair among Orientals, but unfortunately it looked stale and dry; and even though she wore a light lipstick, her lips were a little too thinWhen she removed her sunglasses, she exposed delicate eyes and eye brows, and when she rose from the canvas lounge chair, one could see how slight she wasMoreover, the outline of her figure was perhaps too sharp, as if it had been drawn with a square-nibbed penShe could be twenty-five or twenty-siX, but then the age of modern women is like the birthdates tradi tional women used to list on their marriage cards, whose authentication re quired what the experts call external evidence, since they meant nothing in and by themselvesThe toddler's mother, already in her thirties, was wearing an old black chiffon Chinese dress;3 a face marked by toil and weariness, her slanting downward eyebrows made her look even more miserableHer son, not yet two years old, had a snub nose, two slanted slits for eyes, and eye brows so high up and removed from the eyes that the eyebrows and the eyes must have pined for each other-a living replica of the Chinese face in news paper caricatures The toddler had just learned to walk, and he ran about incessantlyHis mother held him by a leather leash so that he could not run more than three or four steps without getting yanked backBothered by the heat, tired, and irritable from pulling, the mother, whose thoughts were on her husband who was gambling down below, constantly scolded her son for being a nuisanceThe child, restricted in his movements, turned and dashed toward the young woman reading the bookOrdinarily the young woman had a rather con cited, aloof expression, much like that of a neglected guest at a large party or an unmarried maiden at a wedding feastAt that moment her distaste for the child surfaced so much so that not even her sunglasses could hide itSensing J1 that, the child's mother apologetically pulled at the strap and said, "You zi~ughty child disturbing Miss Su! Come back here! How studious you are, Miss Su! You know so much and still you read all the timeSun is always telling me, 'Women students like Miss Su give China a good nameShe's beau tiful and has a PhWhere can you ever find such nice people?' Here I went abroad for nothing and never even cracked a bookI keep house, and I forgot everything I'd learned as soon as I had himHey! You pest! I told you not to go over thereYou're up to no goodYou'll get Miss Su's clothes all dirty for sure Miss Su had always scorned the poor, simple-minded MrsSun and de tested children, but when she heard all that, she was quite pleasedSmiling pleasantly, she said, "Let him shop come

He is clever, oh so clever! He know that his game here was finishAnd so he decide he go back homeHe find ship going by the route he came, and he go in it We go off now to find what ship, and whither boundWhen we have discover that, we come back and tell you allThen we will comfort you and poor Madam Mina with new hopeFor it will be hope when you think it over, that all is not lostThis very creature that we pursue, he take hundreds of years to get so far as LondonAnd yet in one day, when we know of the disposal of him we drive him outHe is finite, though he is powerful to do much harm and suffers not as we doBut we are strong, each in our purpose, and we are all more strong togetherTake heart afresh, dear husband of Madam MinaThis battle is but begun and in the end we shall winSo sure as that God sits on high to watch over His childrenTherefore be of much comfort till we return JONATHAN HARKER'S JOURNAL 4 October-When I read to Mina, Van Helsing's message in the phonograph, the poor girl brightened up considerablyAlready the certainty that the Count is out of the country has given her comfortAnd comfort is strength to herFor my own part, now that his horrible danger is not face to face with us, it seems almost impossible to believe in itEven my own terrible experiences in Castle Dracula seem like a long forgotten dreamHere in the crisp autumn air in the bright sunlight Alas! How can I disbelieve! In the midst of my thought my eye fell on the red scar on my poor darling's white foreheadWhilst that lasts, there can be no disbeliefMina and I fear to be idle, so we have been over all the diaries again and againSomehow, although the reality seem greater each time, the pain and the fear seem lessThere is something of a guiding purpose manifest throughout, which is comfortingMina says that perhaps we are the instruments of ultimate goodIt may be! I shall try to think as she doesWe have never spoken to each other yet of the futureIt is better to wait till we see the Professor and the others after their investigations The day is running by more quickly than I ever thought a day could run for me againIt is now three o'clock MINA HARKER'S JOURNAL 5 October, 5 P-Our meeting for reportPresent: Professor Van Helsing, Lord Godalming, DrQuincey Morris, Jonathan Harker, Mina HarkerVan Helsing described what steps were taken during the day to discover on what boat and whither bound Count Dracula made his escape "As I knew that he wanted to get back to Transylvania, I felt sure that he must go by the Danube mouth, or by somewhere in the Black Sea, since by that way he comeIt was a dreary blank that was before shop us

?Papa, my strength fades away every day, and I know I must goThere are some things I want to say and do,?that I ought to do; and you are so unwilling to have me speak a word on this subjectBut it must come; there?s no putting it offDo be willing I should speak now!? ?My child, I am willing!? said StClare, covering his eyes with one hand, and holding up Eva?s hand with the other ?Then, I want to see all our people togetherI have some things I must say to them,? said EvaClare, in a tone of dry endurance Miss Ophelia despatched a messenger, and soon the whole of the servants were convened in the room Eva lay back on her pillows; her hair hanging loosely about her face, her crimson cheeks contrasting painfully with the intense whiteness of her complexion and the thin contour of her limbs and features, and her large, soul-like eyes fixed earnestly on every one The servants were struck with a sudden emotionThe spiritual face, the long locks of hair cut off and lying by her, her father?s averted face, and Marie?s sobs, struck at once upon the feelings of a sensitive and impressible race; and, as they came in, they looked one on another, sighed, and shook their headsThere was a deep silence, like that of a funeral Eva raised herself, and looked long and earnestly round at every oneAll looked sad and apprehensiveMany of the women hid their faces in their aprons ?I sent for you all, my dear friends,? said Eva, ?because I love youI love you all; and I have something to say to you, which I want you always to rememberI am going to leave youIn a few more weeks you will see me no more?? Here the child was interrupted by bursts of groans, sobs, and lamentations, which broke from all present, and in which her slender voice was lost entirelyShe waited a moment, and then, speaking in a tone that checked the sobs of all, she said, ?If you love me, you must not interrupt me soI want to speak to you about your soulsMany of you, I am afraid, are very carelessYou are thinking only about this worldI want you to remember that there is a beautiful world, where Jesus isI am going there, and you can go thereIt is for you, as much as meBut, if you want to go there, you must not live idle, careless, thoughtless livesYou must be ChristiansYou must remember that each one of you can become angels, and be angels foreverIf you want to be Christians, Jesus will help youYou must pray to him; you must read?? The child checked herself, looked piteously at them, and said, sorrowfully, ?O dear! you can?t read?poor souls!? and she hid her face in the pillow and sobbed, while many a smothered sob from those she was addressing, who were kneeling on the floor, aroused her ?Never mind,? she said, raising her face and smiling brightly through her tears, ?I have prayed for you; and I know Jesus will help you, even if you can?t readTry all to do the best you can; pray every day; ask Him to help you, and get the Bible read to you whenever you can; and I think I shall see you all in heaven ?Amen,? was the murmured response from the lips of Tom and Mammy, and some of the elder ones, who belonged to the Methodist churchThe younger and more thoughtless ones, for the time completely overcome, were sobbing, with their heads bowed upon their knees ?I know,? said Eva, ?you all love me ?Yes; oh, yes! indeed we do! Lord bless her!? was the involuntary answer of all ?Yes, I know you do! There isn?t one of you that hasn?t always been very kind to me; and I want to give you something that, when you look at, you shall always remember me, I?m going to give all of you a curl of my hair; and, when you look at it, think that I loved you and am gone to heaven, and that I want to see you all there It is impossible to describe the scene, as, with tears and sobs, they gathered round the little creature, and took from her hands what seemed to them a last mark of her shop love

Then one night, just as the moon rose, he grew quiet, and kept murmuring to himself The attendant came to tell me, so I ran down at once to have a look at himHe was still in the strait waistcoat and in the padded room, but the suffused look had gone from his face, and his eyes had something of their old pleadingI might almost say, cringing, softnessI was satisfied with his present condition, and directed him to be relievedThe attendants hesitated, but finally carried out my wishes without protest It was a strange thing that the patient had humour enough to see their distrust, for, coming close to me, he said in a whisper, all the while looking furtively at them, "They think I could hurt you! Fancy me hurting you! The fools!" It was soothing, somehow, to the feelings to find myself disassociated even in the mind of this poor madman from the others, but all the same I do not follow his thoughtAm I to take it that I have anything in common with him, so that we are, as it were, to stand togetherOr has he to gain from me some good so stupendous that my well being is needful to Him? I must find out later onTonight he will not speakEven the offer of a kitten or even a full-grown cat will not tempt him He will only say, "I don't take any stock in catsI have more to think of now, and I can wait After a while I left himThe attendant tells me that he was quiet until just before dawn, and that then he began to get uneasy, and at length violent, until at last he fell into a paroxysm which exhausted him so that he swooned into a sort of comaThree nights has the same thing happened, violent all day then quiet from moonrise to sunriseI wish I could get some clue to the causeIt would almost seem as if there was some influence which came and wentHappy thought! We shall tonight play sane wits against mad onesHe escaped before without our helpTonight he shall escape with itWe shall give him a chance, and have the men ready to follow in case they are required-"The expected always happens How well Disraeli knew lifeOur bird when he found the cage open would not fly, so all our subtle arrangements were for noughtAt any rate, we have proved one thing, that the spells of quietness last a reasonable timeWe shall in future be able to ease his bonds for a few hours each dayI have given orders to the night attendant merely to shut him in the padded room, when once he is quiet, until the hour before sunriseThe poor soul's body will enjoy the relief even if his mind cannot appreciate itHark! The unexpected again! I am calledThe patient has once more escaped-Another night adventureRenfield artfully waited until the attendant was entering the room to inspectThen he dashed out past him and flew down the passageI sent word for the attendants to followAgain he went into the grounds of the deserted house, and we found him in the same place, pressed against the old chapel doorWhen he saw me he became furious, and had not the attendants seized him in time, he would have tried to kill meAs we were holding him a strange thing happenedHe suddenly redoubled his efforts, and then as suddenly grew calmI looked round instinctively, but could see shop nothing