The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1893-01-03

the sidewalk on Washington street, be-
tween Dupont and Stockton, and sells dead
shot tips on the future at 10 cents each.
he selects his patrons future from lin
can full of little bamboo sticks, amplfics it
on circular window-pane with backing.
brush and then reads it through his nose.
The victim OF the revelation is then in
proper condition to play faD-tan or Chinese
lottery with an appearance of confidence in
his game
Fong has been steadily los ing the conf
dence of his eouDtrymen for some days. In
some way or other his tips did not seem to
work satisfactorily. Though he frequently
painted pictures of broken fan-tan banks
while in a clairvoyant state none of his
patrons ever broke bank.
When they came around without cent
and expostuated with him for selling wild
hopes instead of dead winnings he laid it
all to the bamboo sticks. If they came out
of the can right he was sure to get direct
information over a special wire from the
future.
But the crisis was reached yesterday and
Fong. the astrologer, saw more stars than
he can read in the remainder of his natural
life.
A tail well-dressed Chinese walked up to
Fong's stand and laid down 10 cents. The
seer adjusted bis spectacles, shook up the
can full OF sticks and passed them to his
patron, who drew three OF them and passed
back. Fong studied them carefully through
his glasses for moment and then CON-
menced writing with his backing brush on
the glass. When he had illustrated the for
tune with rail fences, hayracks and fire.
escapes he read:
PLAY plenty gamble on Monday. Friday
A. I'LL
/ gamble Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday an
Sunday. Lose alice time"
The gambler wanted the seer to particu-
larize. but he simply added: Him no say
what kin gamble; no say what place."
The Chinese sport moved away and made
room for colored boy who put down his 10
cents aud wanted to know what "Wuz de
bes' day TO- crap shootin'." He learned
that Saturday and Thursday would be bis
lucky days.
"Well, TO- de Lawdp he exclaimed.
Saturdays my night off in the Palace and
if doan' buy my gal Christmas present
Sunday hits cause dere's mischief on the
| dice"
Then a young Barbary Coaster crowded
| In and said he guessed he'd find out what
days to play the races. He was told that he
| could only win on Tuesday and Sunday
After smiling to himself fer half block
over the valuable Information he returned
and demanded his money because there will
be no races on either Tuesday or Sunday.
He was about to break up the tip business
when he was driven away by a police
officer.
About that time another Chinese elbowed
his way through the crowd. He wore over
alls, a jumper and pair of brogans.
After he reached the stand it took five
| minutes search to find his only 10-cent
piece. He wanted to know what would be
his lucky days TO gamble.
gHQEnn r "
and more crude drawings were made on the
glass. Theu Fong. in his same suave tones,
read:
PLAY plenty gamble on Sunday. Tues
day, Wednesday. Thursday. Win heap
| money. Play nodda day, heap lose"
The next moment Fong's glasses were
shiyered in his face and a wel-developed
rough-and- fight was in progress.
The glass-topped table was knocked over
and broken and the little sticks scattered
all over the street. 1t was not until
bunch of sugar-cane was kicked over and
fell with crash ON the com oatants that the
| spectators managed to drag them apart.
Explanations followed.
VIVA TO you tell me gamble Monday,
| Fliday aud Sataday? l go play fan-tan
| lose fifty dolla an all good clo'es. When /
| come back you no sabe me. You tell me
| play gamble Sunday. Tuesday, Wednesday
| an Thursday. VIVA TO- you heap lie?
! You gimme money me lie too. Tell biggee
| lie easy.
| Fong saw that he was In for II and some
| thing had to be done TO save bis reputation
as a clairvoyant or. like Othello, bis occu-
! patton would be gone. He commenced
| stamping upon the pieces of his broken
| glasses as if in violent rage.
'YOu heap lie," he exclaimed with
vicious stamp. Heap make me look Gloss
| eyed. No lead sticks light. Plenty no
| good" aud he continued to stamp them
| until not particle of the glass remained in
sight. He is still explaining to his Chinese
| friend how his jeweler had made a mistake
| in selling him pair of cross-eyed glasses.
| These he declared we're wholly responsible
for the crooked tips he has been giving out
| lately,