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

table near him. He reached out in the
darkness but felt nothing
At the door Chew Chung was talking
to the man who had knocked and who
wanted to come in "Will you play?"
he asked. 80
after while, maybe"
Then Chew Chung turned up the
light, and like man upon whom the
ven ven IS strong Len Chuen zee be-
gan to play again His tongue was
like that of q man who has breathed
through his mouth while he has slept,
and be could scarcely talk But 1t
seemed rs if q spell had been cast over
him, for although the flies came near
his lump not one touched II He felt
great sinking is his heart and feeling
of despair came over him.
Twenty taels this time" he said. as
he doubled the stakes
So strong was the fever on him that
he felt as ii he must win, and so. think
ing himself wise, kept on increasing
the stakes The face Of the gam bier
was like the face of n temple god.
which never moves. and knows neither
jov nor sorrow. His hand steadily drew
in the money of the literary man and
his eyes We're never once raised The
flies buzzed. the silver chirped and the
bank notes whispered. It was always
the samc-what came out OF the blue
bag went into the drawer of the gam
bier Len Chuen Yee forgot about the
fat CuangTung merchant who was
willing to lose so much; he forgot
everything but himself. and he won
dcrcd how soon the money would turn
toward him.
AS there is an end to all things, SO
the end came to this, and the last tael
Of the literary man was on the table
A fly with blue body came down on
the gam bler's sugar; the bag Of the lit
erary man was empty, and It's sides
fell in together. He stretched his
hands out on the table while the
gambler put the money away. Then
he saw a hand creep across the table
towards him. He watched it. 1t came
towards the lump of sugar in front of
him-the lump which the flies wouldn't
touch. Like a man half asleep and
half awake he looked up.
He reached for the lump, picked it
up. and put it to his mouth as the hand
retreated. 1t was not sugar he tasted;
it was salt. He threw it from him
with a violent motion, and looked at
Chew Chung The gambler was lean
ing against the table smoking a CT
garette.
Give me back my cash, you rob-
ber.' he shricked. You have robbed
me-"
But the gambler only smiled, and
blew the smoke of the cigarette so that
it made white wreath around the
lamp.
DO you think 1 keep my place for
nothing asked Chew Chung. such
as you help me. Go out; you are
crazy" And he waved his hand to-
ward his three friends. They rushed
at the literary one. pushed him up the
stairs and out on the street. and then
gave him a parting kick. He walked
up and down until daylight. and then
went into the temple to pray the god
Va liAulIAlti W NIL tLiC OpDCI
This is the story Us 1t was told on the
streets. And the men laughed at the
simple literary one who had allowed
himself to be caught so easily.
For three days Len Chucn Iee wept
over his loss, and waited for the thun-
der god to destroy his enemy. On the
fourth night he dreamed, and il seemed
to him that the thunder god cane down
from the temple and was trying to
grind the gambler to pieces, when a
policeman came along, and the god was
compelled to hide. When Len woke.
he thought that if foreign devil of a
policeman could make god hide, he
could crush the robber. So he went to
the station-house and told bis story,
and then went to the room of q friend.
from whose window he could see the
door of Chew Chung, and he watched
The street was dark long before the
gambler had gone down the stairs with
some stranger men.
Suddenly three men who were not
Chinese rushed down the steps and be-
gan to rap on the door They they
burst it in. With burning face the lit
erary one watched until he saw one of
the men dragging Chew Chung up the
eleven stone steps. Then he ran down
to where the gambler was
'Ah, robber, so you are caught" he
said. Take good care of my money
when you are in prison"
Then another detective came up the
steps with the Quang- Tung man.
''Ah, thief" he said, so you are 90
ing too. They have nice stone floors TO
sleep on there" And then, as The pris-
oners were taken away. he ran over 10
the temple, and prayed before the god
of justice for three hours, and then
walked ost on the street with the air
OF man who has been avenged -
Freda Wilson, in Harper's Weekly.
Boiled Corn and Snap Beans Snap
beans must cook steadily for three or
four hours. II you hare never tried
this long cooking you will be surprised
to find II much better. Boi! them with
bacon, and half an hour before serving
them add 70 half-gallon Of beans one /
quar-. of green corn Gu. very fine !
There should be no liquor left on them |
Il must al stew oat, leaving the beans |
quite DRY. -HousekeeDer.