The evening world., 1894-08-13

THIS ID THE NEW WAX IDDL.
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
4 mile OF the valley OF the Silver Moon.
Further, the Imperial Government has.
from ancient times, restricted the cuiti-
walton of the plant to the garden of n
Buddhist monastery in the heart Of the
valley.
The scarcity of the product upon the
market may thus be understood. and
when 1t Is known that the aromatic
= floss from these precious pods ~ EN-
8 ployed in making wicks for lamps that
burn eternaily before important shrnes,
its Immense sentimental value may be
. appreciated.
day and settled upon an altar In the
upper loft of ID Mott street. a consign-
ment Of Sam shee especially imported
this new deity also arrived and 1t was
this as much, IL not considerably more,
that led TO the gayeties of last night,
that leave Chinatown this morning in
/. Z dead and alive condition that is woful
The new god has 1892 different Names
as many as the arrows that Prince
Quang launched at the Tartar dragon
In his memorable exploit some years
: before the Christian era. But the name
which the Occidental tongue can nearest
seize Is 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
= OF this neighborhood had great time
over a new joss, and an " Evening
World" reporterS went to inquire AL
though II was well along in the forenoon
not a curtain was drawn In Mott street.
- The temple was located, as noted. on
the top Of No l6, and thither the reporter
ers The stains nd we're sen
No one appeared to ask the wherefore
y OF the intrusion, for stranger passing
through your bedroom or exploring your
Chinatown. A peep was taken in Low
Fat Tuen's restaurant on the third
floor, and the tables and floors were
abandoned postures OF their fall.
When the temple was reached some
Interrogation was expected, but here,
too, were the silent signs of a high old
time spent and gone.
The room was fitted as are all joss
houses. except that the fittings here
were me new va and shOns brightly in fresh
near the middle of the room and n
shrine behind II. In the back OF the
shrine and painted upon a silken cloth
sat the august Low Flung, while the
holy Sam Shee burned feebly at his feet
In a bowl OF peanut oil.
The atmosphere was heavy with
fumes from a thousand burned out
insense tapers and the feverlsh odors OF
priest lay prone, in the doorway OF a
closet at the side CT the shrine too
dead to the world to open his eyes
when pretty forcibly stirred while
curled beneath the altar like two over
led dogs lay pain of acolytes who had
wearied at thu task of feeding the
eternal fires
Without any interruption the reporter
sketched the majestic features of Low
Flung and the still more rare and
sacred lamp OF Sam Shee wick Then
he posted on tc collect the facts that
make this narrative possible.
1t appears that the delirious time,
seen. was due to the. remarkable con-
junction of invoices of Sam Shee and a
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 Cinnamon
not be a war god.
He carries a cheese-knife looking OBJ
ject in his right hand, which may be n
sword or a sickle. aud In the other Yha I
may be a cotton blossom or an Imperial
lily to reward The martial hero His
countenance is benign and slightly hui
uiorous. His trappings are variegateCi
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 wind
from the East may bear tidings OF ter
hands. got drunk on poppy Juice and
plain liQuor.