The morning call., 1893-03-13

distorted English that he had come for the
sake OF justice and TO purge his heart.
"They want TO kill me.'' he said. "The
gamblers arc after me and call me a stool
pigeon to Chief Crowley May my enc
mics all he killed and die, die, die in the
street and lay low, low, low!'
And when he uttered this heather an
athena he grew quite fierce in the face, his
pale cheeks flushed, his eyes buiged to the
extent of two bright protrudiug pegs and
his lips twitched savageiY.
There was evidently no foollshness about
his adJurati0n, and he no doubt would have
grinned as wide as the happest joss in the
temple OF Peking If he could have seen his
wish gTatified.
When asked to tell his story to confiding
ears he sat down and extended hand that
was cold and clammy.
de proved to be no other than the inter-
prefer, whose old name was Quan Now. bat
whose present name is Kwan Yik Nam,
which he said he obtained when he was
married.
Kwan is the Chinese who got in little
trouble last week Ia the United States courts
In habeaS corpus case concerning a Chi
nese girl named Yee Cue. whom it was
attempted to land on the claim that she was
the wife of Fong Hon. Fong Hon claimed
10 be Chinese merchant, and said his wife
was of the family OF Chong On.
During the trial of the case Fong Hon
went on the stand and testified before The
commissioners tIdL yuan NOW, TIE inter-
prefer, had come 10 him and informed him
that for consideration of 500 he would
secure the landing of the woman. Fong
Hon stated that he refused Quau Mow's
offer ana placed the matter in the hands of
his attorney.
When Kwan was called on the stand
to answer to the charge placed against him.
he denied that he had ever attempted to
bribe FOng Hon, and the three lawyers who
questioned him were unable to entrap the
willy interpreter in any way.
As soon as Kwan left the stand be went
into tie corridor where he fell in a dead
faint and had to be carried into the Re-
ceiving Hospital. The faint was attributed
to the combined assault of three lawyers in
solid phalanx.
This was the beginning of Kwan's
troubles since which time he has been on
the hop, skip and the jump looking out for
stray bullets. This was learned when he
told bis story yesterday.
"The gamblers are after me-" he said, as
he fumbled his hand in his capacious
blouse. They want to kill me, because
opposed the wOman's landing. Fong Hon
is no merchant as he claims. He is a
gambler, and has been arrested for selling
and dealing in lottery tickets. The woman
Is not his wit-. lie claims she belongs to the
Ching On family.
'Why, | am interpreter for Yiek Kee of
the Ching Ons. and Yick Kee has made an
affidavit and gone with me to the Collector.
stating that the woman FOng Hon, who
wants to land as his wife named Yee Cue.
is no member of the Ching On family at all.
The gambler friends OF Fong Hon did not
want ME to interfere.
Then the gamblers are after me for
another thing. They say | go to Chief
Crowley and tell him all | know about tan
and lottery and highbinders.
They call me a stoolpigeOn.'
The way Kwan Nov pronounce this
word would have brought tears to the ewes
of dying cOnsumptve.
"Yes. l do know Chief Crowley" con.
tinued Kwan. IL 60 to see him. He is my
friend. like him"
Then the interpreter denied that he had
bribed Fong Hon, or that he gave informa-
tlon TO the police against his cOuntrymen
He again became dramatic in his be-
havtor and consigned his enemies to the
lowest pits of the name of which is not in
The CALLS vocabulary.
Kwan once more rose and extended his
hand stffly in the air TO give force to his
words.
He again swore by the heavens and the
earth and the fishes of the sea.
TT Is out of my heart now" he said. "My
friends VIII all know, and may my enemies
die, die die"
Jerking his hand down from the perpen-
dicular he placed it carefully in his blouse
and went out, apparently more easy at
heart at being relieved of what to him was
a heavy burden.