The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1891-09-04
THE SOUL OF THE CAT.


for that matter, but Ling had his Own
views on matrimeny and he didn't he
Eeve anybody could be happy without 8
wife. 1t was strange why he had SO sud
denly taken on that belief, for hadn't he
lived fifteen years away from his g wn
Flowery Landl OF course he had.
He came first to the Golden Hills 4nd
went to work in the mines, but he
couldn't stand it, for he used to feel Ehe
strange white devils at night punching
him in the back. So he gave his cl3im
in the Golden Hills to relative ind
| Travelled across the continent to New
York, curled up like mink on seat of
the smoking car.
He was idle for awhile and then started
in to sell soap to the laundrymen, VI til
finally he got enough Of the American
mans cash to rent store. He put put
his red sign, with the futtering bed
streamers on it to keep the evil ones
away, and he became merchant. Ev-
cry night for years he had crawled into
his little bunk curtained off at the black
of the store, and after comforting him
self with the opium he loved so vel he
I had fallen to sleep, to dream of prdtty
Chinese girls lettering on pink clio lds
across the water and stretching tlieir
arms out to him.
He often thought of China and the
home life there, and he used to copnt
the money in his trunk and wonder when
he would have enough to go back and
buy koonfoo's rank and wear zap
with the red button of the third degree.
Then he thought he would buy with
some of his money the prettiest girl in
the province, and she would have feet so
small that she couldn't walk at aliun-
less she had a strong servant holding
each hand.
He often played the lottery in the hope
that he would win, and he burned prayer
sticks before his kat god that he might
have luck, but he might just as we'll
have saved the sticks, for luck never
came So persistently did he lose ghaG
more than once he was tempted TOT let
one Of the burning prayer sticks fall
over against the god and burn it, but he
was afraid lest the deceit should be His-
covered and the god seek just revenge.
One day there came into his store
white girl who lived on the top foot of
the tenement around the corner. She
had hair like the wong sink gold he Used
to dig out of the Golden hills.
Say, John" she said, ''me mothers
run out o sope, an she's up to her neck
in washin. Gimme barr
Ling was smitten with great love.
He remembered having seen this girl go
past mis- store many times, but he never
had such chance as this to speak to
her.
"You nominee want sope?" he asked.
'She washee?"
Eyes; 1 want er bar, an l wanE it
quick"
ALE lite," said Ling, and he clattered
behind the narrow counter and pulled
out from shelf two bars of SOAP
You takkee two" he said. "No
n'gant'sin, you takkee; you sabe?" and
he pushed the soap and the five pennies
she had laid down away from him. Then
he went on: Il lakkee you; you heap
NIGEL Lat you name"
Gee, what graft" said the girl; $50 l
get de sope for muffin, do L, John? Well,
me names Maggie Sullivan, if yer
wanter know"
Ling looked at her with admiring eyes.
Then he pointed to the soap and pennies
and said simply:
You takkee. heap lakkee you, sabe7
You clum CLAIM"
Yes, sabe, john" said the girl, ian
I'll come again"
So she went out and Ling went to the
door and looked after her until she had
disappeared around the corner. Then
he went back behind the narrow counter
and sat down on stool. He rested his
elbows on a pile of paper, sunk his chin
in his hands and thought very hard.
His thinking amounted to something,
for he want to the little cubby room cur
taineS ~ at the back of the store, and
out of the big camphor wood chest he
pulled some carefully folded clothes. He
was a new man when he came out into
the store again, and a couple of his
countrymen who had dropped in to have
a friendly chat and a smoke began to
chaff him
His old cloth blouse, with the Shiny
place on the back where his well oiled
cue had hung, lay in heap on the
floor with his old pow tail and coarse
trousers: instead he wore clothes of pro-
caded dark blue silk and his sandals
were like those Of a koonfoo. a &old
wind was blowing up the street; 1t
made him shiver, but he stood his ground
and watched for the coming Of MasSie
Sullivan
Every day for a week ne watched. Jun
I'll on the eighth day he saw her running
by with a shawl over her head and a
pitcher in her hand "Hi-lo." he cried. /
"hi-lo, Maggie S1'm'n! you com nj
chueg"
Hello. John; how's things? tn see
yer when | get TN old mans beer" and
she dashed on. while Ling went in and
waited
After awhile she came in with a rush. /
You lakkee China candyg" began /
Ling before she could say anything. /
Heap good" and he showed a queer lit /
tie box fuI of keung toward her. Il /
lakkee YOU" he continued, while he /
picked at the gilt buttons on his blouse.
Il bling you nice dose, heap nice, you
sabe? Makkee You nice close. you dless
heap nice, sabe? You mally me. you hab
heap money"
Marry you, Johnf Wen, / guess mott