The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1893-05-11

The Story Of Chew Chung's New
Game Of Fly-Loo.

GdHo OF EIy"LCO.
Len Chuen zee, the literary ore,
who knew all about Confucius, and
who had graduated al Pekin. had been
robbed. That rascally Chew Chung,
who always had q smile On his face,
and whose queue was oiled every dag.
because he was prosperous, was the
one who took the money Of the
literary one. Now Len Chuen zee,
writer of books, sat in his room, back
Of Oh Moi's yat bunlow in Mott street,
and with his head il his hands, cursed
the unlucky day which had brough.
him to this heather city. He was
ruined now, and had not SO much as
would buy lichee nut, or even q
| betel leaf, on the vendors 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 dcrision:
''Ha, poor one, shall 1 lend SOME of
that which was once your own?'
He had scorncd to notice this thrust,
but he remem bercd, as he clattered
| along TO his room, that be 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
along to the shop of his friend, the gro
Gerry man, and begged him to trust him
| for measure of samshu and some
tim. The grocery man had not heard
of his trouble yet, and SO he trusted
him.
\ few minutes later bareheaded
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 he paid no attention to them. He
went up the stairs leading to the tenn
! pie like wind from the north. He
Frustrated 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 singed, scorched, burned ard tor
mcntcd. All of this he, the. literary
one, prayed and begged, because he
was also good and virtuous one who
harmed nobody.
He walked down the stairs with q
stately tread, like one who has per-
formed a pleasant duty. He brushed
the dust from his knees and stepped
into the street.
only 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
hatless but with his head straight up
like a man who feels proud. He en-
tered, sat down upon stool, looked
around until his eve fell upon the
sandalwood chest in the corner, the
cover Of which was still raised. From
corner OF that chest had come all the
cash lie had saved in four years, fifteen
hundred taels. Ten hours ago it was
there in little blue bag in the corner,
and now-even 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
floor, made dark spots in the dirt.
fiy1tS hn of
Chung, the gam bier, had won from the
innocent literary one all his cash was
passing from mouth to mouth, and be-
fore the dusky tangs were lighted in
the shops, long before the gam blers
thought Of setting ont their tables,
everything was known and a hundred
hands had patted the back of Chew
Chung's brocaded blouse.
Here is the story they were telling
and laughing over:
For six months the police had been
watching the gambling ones as cat
watches mouse. They had to pay
rent, and they had not the privilege of
making any money. Such z country as
this was enough to make them wish
they were all back no me the other side
of the water.
The gam bic rs were getting so poor
that they no longer had wine when
they ate, and instead of eating four and
five times day, they had to be salts
fed with two meals. They who had
been used to picking chicken out Of
their teeth could never be satisfied
with pork. The poorest one of them
all was Chew Chung. The wise ones
said he would always be poor, because
even when the stranger ones were
crowding around his table he acted
like a man half asleep. But the wise
ones never noticed there was a strange
twinkle in the eve of Chew Chung, and
they forgot that whoever played at his
table left everything behind. When
Chew Chung sat in the sun on fine aft-
ernoons with his eyes shut he was not
always sleeping. and he always opened
his eyes and went IN his shop when the
policeman who came marching down
the street was twenty feet away. 1t
was the ones who had dealings with
him who called him toh-hai-the cum
ming one.
lie was sitting in front Of his shop
one afternoon when Len Chuen zee,
the literary one, came walking along
with the air OF one who has plenty TO
eat and is satisfied with himself
"Ha, friend" said Chung, suddenly
unclosiug his eyes and standing up
you are the one want" It was like
the hungry fox saying to the dove: Il
want you"
Len Chuen Yee stopped.
Il want you to write letter 20 ny
old mother in For now" said the