The Press., 1899-06-01

letter, I remain, sincerely yours, MRS. MARY HAYES, HARDINsBURG, KY." Letters like the foregoing should convince everyone that Mrs. Pinkham's s advice is certain help. spoke at all. it was to give her dlugh- ter brief orders. Upon rare occasions Wo Ling talked of the Flowery Kin gdom of her youth, rocking herself back and forth and grooming the while.
 "Will he never come back?' "Ask no more," interrupted her mother fiercely. II have told you this that you may know what will befall you if you marry. He beat me and he beat you, but you were too young when he deserted US to remember. We were not so poor then, and had saved money. He took it all to buy him opium in a hole underground, and left us to work our fingers to the bone. Never shall you marry so long as l have strength in my right arm to beat you. "But are all men allke?' asked An Lon naiv,-y. She had seen slim and prosperous lo oking young men sit down to dinner opposite.
 ''All that you will ever meet. Talk no more. :"
 But week later An Lon came home one day after delivering dozen little | jackets for a merchants child and found Wo Ling pounding her knees with her clinched hands. The woman $ patient face was contorted, her eyes glittered with the s1nken fires of he1 nature. It was the first time that An Lon had seen her mother excited and she dropped the Et:--e bag of silver tc the floor a--l. stood w--.aging her hands. "What is ir:" ske asked. "WEst is itT'
 Wo Ling clasced her hands had to- gether and Set be- face.
 "Your fae2e-," " she said. And it was some moments before she could speak again.
 "He is Geadg'' asked An Lon in g whisper.
 Wo Ling shook her head. Finally she spoke. ''He has been doing work fol one of the rival secret societies-t those who rule us here in China Town an6 our own souls, who murder and arc never caught by the big white police men with the clubs; he has done mur der and all kinds of terrible work fol one of these societies. do not kno \ which-and the other knows of it al last and is hunting him down. He sends me word that he will come here tonight and that must hide him"
 In spite of her horror An Lon thrilled with the first excitement which had ccaae into her life.
 "He will come?' she gasped
 "Yes, but he shall not stay. When the highbinders follow, they can have him.
 An Lon had never contradicted her mother-indeed, she had thought her second in wisdom only to the priest in the josshouse But the inherited in- stinct rose in rebellion, and she said timidly:
 "He is my father. I should like to protect him.
 | Wo Ling sprang to her feet, and catching An Lon by the shoulder hur- ried her out to the little balcony and pointed downward to large shop, whose windows glittered with masses of rich stuffs and delicate china.
 "You see that, she said hoarsely. ''It is owned by the rich merchant, Wong Tee. Such another would your father have been had he not loved opium more than the girl who followed him from China-cast forth by her parents Ito grow old and bent and weary in an attic. And I was as beautiful when he left me as you are today-and at SC you, too, will be old and bent and weary"- She wheeled An Lon about and pointed to the little dingy, i'll fur. nished room with the holes the rats had made and the great pile of work. .It will be like that as long as you live, ' she said. 'tShall not take vengeance on the man?''
 An Lon, deeply impressed, did not know what answer to make, so she fel to weeping bitterly. Her mother releas ed her, and prepared the evening mea of rice and sausage. Soon after, An LOT went into the small room adjoining and crept into her bunk, knowing tha1 she should not sleep that night.
 Twice she peered through a crack il the door and saw her mother sittins there, her hands pressed hard againsr her knees, ner mead strained forward her eyes wild. A town clock was boom ing when Wo Ling, without movine her head, called in loud whisper:
 "Ah Lon''
 Her daughter ean to her. | ''He is coming" said Wo Ling. "G, down stairs and bring him safely here. ,
 An Lon marveled at what she could not understand in her mothers voice and forgot her fear of rats. She slipped hastily down through the black we'll o the stair, stopping several times to lister intently. At last she heard some on, panting as in terror, and moment later stumbled over an i'll smelling heap | Cling Tang?" she asked rapidly <. am An Lon, your daughter Wo Line waits you, and will give you food. W. have sausages and rice.'
 She turned and ran up stairs. Tn, heap gathered itself together and fol lowed slowly
 "He comes, she said to her mother And she waited, trembling with curiosi ty. Wo Ling raised herself to her ful