Weekly Chillicothe crisis., 1885-06-04


"Tell me-" he said, briefly.
"a man has injured me and you
must kill him! That" pointing to
the long, wavy Malay knife which
Nablar wore In his glrdle, twill bc
sufficient"
"The money!" demanded the Ma
lay.
II will give you five hundred Mex
lean dollars,n said Chan Fong--"half
now, and the remainder when you
convince me that the man is dead"
As he spoke he produced from his
yoluminous gown two rolls of silver,
which he placed in the bewildered
Malay's hand.
'In ten minutes ! will return" said
he, land will then be able to tell you
where to find your man.
Chan FOng disappeared, leaving the
Malay doubling whether he was awake
or not. Nablar touched the rolls of
money. This was real Opening one
of the rolls, he allowed The bright
silver to glide from one hand to an
other. He thought little of tho crime
to be committed. Hard as his life
had been for years, he believed that he
did not owe much TO society. At any
rate, here was health and happiness
for her who lay helpless before his
eyes.
He was still plunged in thought,
when Chan F6ng hurriedly entering,
said:
"Quick, Nablar! Your man has Just
gone to the BotOnical Garden. Come!
will point HIM out to YOU
The two had proceeded but short
distance, when the Chinaman touched
his companion, and said, pointing to
small carriage, that was passing at
break neck speed.
There he is in that carriage. Your
man is the one with the blue ribbon on
his hat. Make no mistake. They 90
to Botanical Garden; you must fol.
low"
A strange look settled upon the
Malay face. In that rapid glance he
had recognized the occupants of the
carriage. He sped after them, and
was soon out of sight of Chan Fong.
L hlI 10 uulontu' Sull lllt Iullt-
man as he returned to his store.
The jingle in the Botanical Garden
slightly stirred, as our friends stood
gazing mt the antics of some balf-dozen
Gagged Javancse monkeys.
"Master?" said Nablar, softly.
"IIcy, coolien' said Ralph, "what
brings you here?"
master" said the Malay, 'I speak
little, speak true. Chan Fong will
kill you!'
Ralph started.
"And you have come here to tell mo
this?" he said.
"Chan Fong has paid me to kill
you. Had l not come, he would have
sent another"
81 SEQ II all!'' exclaimed Ralph, TO
his astonished friend. "He is Yung
Faa, and but for the gratitude of this
poor man he would have carried out
his designs upon my life. Thanks,
coolie! What is your name9"
"Nabar."
"Well, Nablar, you shall be no loser
by your far dealing with me. How
much were you to get from the China
manp'
In brief terms Nablar informed him
of the promise made by Chan Fong.
"Tho scoundrolr' muttered Ralph.
"But come; we must denounce the
fellow"
"Stay, Ralph said Powell, "that
course will never do! You must die.
In fact, you are dead already" and
taking the blue band from Ralph hat,
ho handed it to the Malay. "Here,
you have filled your contract; present
this and claim your money. You will
not see us again"
The Malay disappeared in the jun
gle as suddenly as he had appeared.
Powell hurriedly explained his pro-
posed plan, and they too, disappeared
in the thick undergrowth, and skirt
ing the main road, made their way
back to the hotel.
1t was dark when they reached the
city. Immediately, Ralph embarked
on steamer leaving that night for
Hong Kong and the next day Batavia
was astir over the death of the young
Englishman. Powell, when inter
viewed, could give no clue to the
murderer. He had been for II short
time separated from his friend, when
he heard loud cries and struggles.
He saw, only short distance away,
a Malay running at full speed toward
him.
Fearing for his own life, he fled, and
made his way as best he could to the
city. A search was instituted, but no
trace of the body could be found.
That evening, Chang Fong received
an anonymous letter, informing him
that his share in the murder was
known.
His conversation with Nablar was
repeated, sufficiently to convince him
that he had been overheard.
Chan Fong was warned that both he
and Nablar would be brought 10 JUS
tice.
At dusk steamer was to leave for
Bombay, and Powell, having con-
cealed himself on board, kept close
watch upon the embarking passen-
gers.
As he had expected, one of the first
to step on board was Chang Fong,
quite plainly dressed, and booked for
Bombay.
No sooner had the steamer left the
harbor than Powell announced to the
captain the crime for which the Celes-
tial was wanted.
The captain, advancing to that part
of the vessel where the Chinaman sat,
in quired his name.
"Ah Ming!" coolly replied the many
named individual.
No attempt was made to control his
movements until the steamer was
nearing the port of Bombay, when a
private signal from the masthead an
nounced to the authorities that two
police officers were wanted.
Before the vessel had yet anchored,
q boat came alongside, aud two police
men stepped on board.
ARREST that mani" said Powell,
showing himself for the first time to
the astonished Chinaman.
Yung Faa, alias Chan Fong, alias
All Ming, made an attempt to leap
into one of the numerous small boats
that were now surrounding the steam
er, but the officers were too quick for
him, and soon. securely handcuffed,