The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1895-06-06

be the most ex.lSperatlngly indifferent man III
the world. Herein existed q great difference
between the two men. Brunt, because he
was as honest with other people be was
with himself, never took the least pains Ia
conceal the fact that he was very much in
love with Barry, and was mercurially respon-
sive to the most trivial variation of her
| moods. But Shotover never made love to her
either by mouth or manner, and Just now
seemed to take less interest in Barry tnan he
did in her blue gray, wall-eyed Great Dane.
who was pounding his tale upon the veranda
steps in welcome of his approach. Both the
men were effusively cordial in their mutual
| greetings, which is the way with rivals that
dislike each other. Shotover sat down on the
veranda steps; he lighted cigarette, and
| bravcly blew the smoke into the dogs face.
" If / owned Beyis," he said, Il would
crop his ears"
| Beyis was about as large as an ordinary
burro, and was famous dog. His pedigree
, was longer than many continental noble
mans, and he was winner in every bench
| show he entered. Barry often took him walk
! ing with her. leading him by heavy dog
| whip that had snap catch in the butt, to be
| sprung upon his broad leather collar. This
| was lying upon the porch even now. Bevis
was known to be valued at $500.
Which" said Brunt, is manifestly
wrong. Why should Bevis bring more than
a very good horse that can be put to some
| use? A dog is dog, after all. Five hundred
or five thousand dollars would not make
| Bevis any better than simply big dog, and
| no more and no less dog than any street
| Arabs 'yaller pup. Besides, the bird-store
man on KearDey Street advertises Great
| Dane puppies for $50"
''Bevis is a thoroughbred, +" retorted Barry,
"and that's what makes all the difference.
Of course, if he wasn't don't suppose he
would be worth any more than young pup,
or bird-store dog. / thought" she said,
suddenly turning to Shotover, "that you
were going to play tennis with me-"
'Oh, / don't know, he answered, listlessly
strumming his Sears special as if it were a
banjo 8 am very well contented to stay
hereo
"No, you are not" she cried, getting up.
You are just dying to show me that under
hand cut of yours and allow me to beat you.
And here is Jack" (she flung in the prae-
nomen 50 that Shotover might worry about
| it, "who know is just expiring with eager
ness to line for me.
Brunt, absurdly glad because she had call
ed him Jack, jumped up, saying that "Oh,
would serve or please her."
"Get up get up" she went on, poking
Shotover in the back with her tennis racket.
''Oh, my ! what lazy man. Burns has
marked out the courts, fresh and all, and has
been rolling them since this morning. They're
in just splendid condition
He rose with feigned reluctance and they
all went around TO the courts at the side of
the house Brunt, who did not play, and
who wondered what amusement two people
could find in knocking little balls back and
forth over strip of fish net being sufficient
ly instructed, lined for Barry.
She and ShOtOyer were soon playing vigor-
ously and shouting to each other across the
net Shotover was facing the street Pres
emily he lowered his racket and said:
"What the devil is the matter with that
Chinaman?" A coOlie had jumped over the
low evergreen hedge that divided the lawn
from the street, with yell, and was now
running across the grass toward them. His
hat was gone, and his blouse all but torn off
of him. His mouth was full of blood and
dust and broken teeth. At the outside line
OF the courts, he flung himself down, fore
head TO the ground, and then sitting back on
his heels. reeled Off a shrek of high-keyed
monosyllables that sounded like the shaking
II h.
terribly excited. He talked, or rather, shout
ed, in the vernacuLar, swaying back and forth
and often looking behind him into the street.
Barry was a young woman of really virile
force of intellect. She merely got upon the
veranda and watched the bowling wretch
with wide-open eyes. She was less frighten-
ed than interested. After all, no one is afraid
of Chinaman.
"Stop" shouted Brunt, breaking in
"What's the matter? Who are you afraid
Of? Talk English, you limb"
'Hoang chow dass,'' howled the limb,
"plenty many tohins, all got um knife and
pow; HON Sing Tong got chang-lo with Lee
Tong / b'long Lee Tong; Hong chow dass,
you know" He waved his fist as though it
held knife Lakh Iakh," he yelled, at
the top of his voice. Lee Tong all tchung
and harri- -karried just now nisi Washington
Street Alakh-a-singh, you know, kal gingh,
highbinders.
''Ah - said ShotOver, with the voice of
a man who has been cropping in the dark for
the matches on the mantel and has suddenly
found them. "Ah, this throws some light on
it; kal jingh, that means highbinders, you
know. The Tongs have been out since yester-
day afternoon, and there has been fighting all
this morning, L believe, in Gamblers Alley
ana washington iStfeeG Inc nlSnDlnuerS or
the rival Tong are evidently after this man,
and here" he added, looking down the
street, here they are"
He was right, here they were, sure enough,
so to 100 of them, and they were evil-minded
and meant harm. They suddenly boiled in
around the corner of the street, and in an
instant had filled it from end to end. Every
yellow throat of them was vibrant and raul
cous with droning, oft-repeated monotone
'Ai-Hoan- chow lakh, laxh, lakh."
Now, when q Chinaman has sung the
Hoang-chow song long enough and in suffi-
cient numbers, he forgets that he is low
cast Mongol who smokes opium and takes in
washing and remembers that he comes of
nation who were making conquests and sys-
TENS of astronomy while his white brothers
ate raw fish and damaged each other with
sharp stones. In this mood he is apt to go
about as though he were in the Kingdom of
Heaven, and is liable to kill somebody unless
Knocked on the head, and reasoned to.
The day before the men of the Hop Sing
Tong had not been 80 cewed by the ward
police and tho special detail but what they
had broken loose again late at night. and
finding Lee Tong man in tan kahn room
underneath Clay Street, bad mishandled and
bitten him SO badly that he had died before
the dawn, out OF his head and jibbering.
This had let them feed their power, and they
did not want to relinQuish it nor their pur-
suit of the man who groveied on Barry