The evening world. [volume] (New York, N.Y.) 1887-1931, 1894-08-13

THIS ID THE NEW WAR IDOL.
In the penurious policy OF nature. with
all her rare and precious gifts. the dis
trict where climate and soil combine to
support the wonderful Sam shee Is very
limited. and covers scarce a square
mile OF the valley of the Silver Moon.
Further. the Imperial Government has,
from ancient timts. restricted the culti-
walton OF the plant to the garden OF a
Buddhist monastery In the heart of the
valley.
The scarcity Of the product upon the
market may thus be understood. and
when II Is known that the aromatic
noss from these precious pods is en-
burn eternally before important shrines.
its immense sentimental value may be
appreciated.
x new god visited Chinatown yester-
day and settled upon an altar In the
upper loft of 16 Mott street. A consign-
ment OF Sam Shee especially imported
for the solemn ceremonies OF installing
this as much, II not considerably more.
that led to the gayetics OF last night,
that leave Chinatown this morning in
: q dead and alive condition that is woful
The new god has 1892 different names
as many as the arrows that Prince
Suans launched at the Tartar dragon
before the Christian era. But the name
which the Occidental tongue can nearest
seize Ia the one that sounds reasonably
like Low Flung. So he stands as Low
Flung for the purposes of this chronicle
ii was heard that the Chinese residents
oyer new Joss. and an Evening
World" reporter went to inquire. AL
though 1t was we'll along In the forenoon
not a curtain was drawn In Mott street.
hl ed
the top Of No. 49, and thither the reporter
repaired. The stairs were climbed past
floors Of sealed and silent chambers.
OF the Intrusion. for a stranger passing
pantry Is an incident OF no account in
G Ght TSsn peen WAS taken in hOw
floor, and the tables and floors were
still Uttered with the exhausted jewellers
OF the night before. lying about in the
When the temple was reached some
Interrogation was expected, but here,
too. were the silent signs of high old
time spent and gone.
houses. except that the fittings here
were new and shone brightly in fresh
gilt and red paint. There was an altar
shrine behind it. In the back Of the
shrine and painted upon a silken cloth
sat the august Low Flung. while the
noiy sam Snee burned feebIy at his feet
In bowl Of peanut oil.
The atmosphere was heavy with
fumes from thousand burned out
insense tapers and the feverish odors Of
an ill-ventilated sleeping room. The
priest lay prone In the doorway of a
closet at the side Of the shrine too
dead to , the world ,oIS, to open his eyes
curled beneath the altar like two over
fed dogs lay a pair OF acolytes who had
wearied at tn" task of feeding the
eternal fires.
Without any interruption the reporter
sketched the majestic features Of Low
sacred lamp of Sam shee wick. Then
he posted on to collect the facts that
make this narrative possible.
1t appears that the delirious time,
the trail OF which was still plain to be
seen. was due to the. remarkable CON
new Joss. The former has been ex-
planned. but the latter battles elucida-
ton by one who has spent less than
a lifetime in the study OF Chinamen
and their ways Low Flung may or may
not be a war god
He carries a knife looking OBJ.
Ject in his right hand, which may be a
sword or a sickle. and in the other what
may be a cotton blossom or an Imperial
lily to reward he martial hero. His
countcnance Is benign and slightly hu.
morous. His trappings are variegated
GOOD fortune upon all In whose interests
he may be consulted and properly pro.
pitiated with gifts. Chinatown yester.
day invoked his favor upon the Imperial
home government that the next vino
from the East may bear tidings OF ter,
rible thrashing of the Japs, and then all
hands got drunk on poppy juice and
plain liquor.