The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1893-04-29
A CHINAMAN'S REVENGE.
The Story of Chew Chung's New
Game of Fly-Loo.

GtbILlS VI Ely-hOO'
Len Chuen Yee, the literary one,
who knew all about Confucius, and
who had graduated at PelSin, had been
robbed That rascally Chew Chung,
who always had a smile on his face,
and whose queue was oiled every day,
because he was prosperous, was the
one who took the money of t.Ne
literary one. Now Len Chuen Yee,
writer of books, sat in his room, back
of Oh MoTs yat bunlow in Mott street.
and witk his head in his hands, cursed
the uuluclSy day which had brought
him 10 this heather city. He was
ruined now, and had not so much as
would bny a lichee nut, or even a
betel Leaf, on the vender's stand out
side the door
He had been up in the temple for
two hours, praying Looi-Kwang, the
god of thunder, to strike Chew Chung
dead before he could enjoy the money,
but even as he came out of the temple
he saw the robbing one standing in
the sunshine on the other side of the
street smoking a cigarette, and Chew
had shouted, in derision:
'-Ha- poor one, shall lend some of
that which was once your own?"
He had scorned to notice this thrust,
but he remembered, as he clattered
aalcug TO his room, that he had not
poured wine on the floor before the
thunder god, and that he had placed no
Offering at the shrine No wonder
Chew Chung was still alive! Gods do
not work for nothing, and he hurried
a1 Il. L. l. 81 Al,
Gerry Pan, and begged him to trust him
for n measure of samshu and some
tim The grocery man had not heard
of his trouble yet, and SO he trusted
him
a few minutes later bareheaded
and excited Chinese ran up the street
To the temple. 1t was the literary one.
In one hand he held the wine; in the
other he held the offering of sweet
things The friends of Chew Chung
shouted at him from across the street,
but ne paid no attention to them. He
went up the stairs leading to the tenn
pie like wind from the north. He
prostrated himself before the thunder
god, and pouring out his treasures,
prayed, as he cast the prayer sticks,
that Chew Chung, the wicked one, the
gambling, robbing one, might be ground
TO dust as fine as grain, that he might
be sfHged, scorched, burned and tor
mented- All of this he, the literary
one, prayed and begged, because he
was also 4 good and virtuous one who
harmed nobody.
He walked down the stairs with a
stately tread, like one who has per-
formed pleasant duty. He brushed
the dust from his knees and stepped
into the street.
-tOuly the poor and the laborers
pray!" yelled Chew Chung at him. But
he looked pityingly at the man who
was to die so soon. The god of thunder
had an evil eye and had never been
known to fail. He walked to his room
ha4less but with his head straight up
Hike man who feels proud. He en-
tered, sat down upon stool, looked
around until his eye fell upon the
sandaIWood chest in the corner, the
cover of which was still raised. From
n corner of that chest had come all the
cash he had saved in four years, fifteen
hundred taels. Ten hours ago it was
there in a little blue bag in the corner,
and now-eyen the blue bag was gone.
He felt like crying, and as he sat there
with his head resting in his hands the
tears came, and, splashing upon the
AOor, made dark spots in the dirt.
Outside, the story of how Chew
Chung, the gam bier, had won from the
innocent literary one all his cash was
passing from mouth to mouth, and be
6Dre the dusky tangs were lighted 4
the shops, long before the gamb bier!
thought of setting out their tables
everything was known and hundred
hands had patted the back of Chew
Chung"s brocaded blouse.
Here is the story they were telling
and laughing over:
For SIX mon this the police had beer
watching the gambling ones as Gu
%at=bes a mouse. They had to ray
Vrent. and they had not the privilege o.
making any money. Such country as
Ghis was enough to make them wish
they were all back home the other side
of the water.
The gamblers were getting so poo
Chat they no longer had wine wheI
ehey ate, and instead of eating four NJ
Eve times day, they had TO be salts
fed with two meals. They who haC
been nsed 10 picking chicken out o.
eileir teeth could never be satisfied
SSith pork The poorest one of then
AL was Chew Chung. The wise one.
said he would always be poor because
even when the stranger ones were
erOwding around his table he actec
like a man half asleep. But the wise
ones never noticed there was a strange
twinkle in the eye of Chew Chung, and
Shey forgot that whoever played at his
Aable left everything behind. Wher
'Cbew Chung sat in the sun on fine aft
sernOons with his eyes shut he was not
always sleeping, and he always opened
his eyes and went IN his shop when the
Vliiceman who came marching down
1he steeet was twenty feet away. II