Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1906-10-04
The Household Devil.
Of Sam Louie
By E. SPENCE DE PUE
Copyright, by Joseph B.. Bowles.)

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Copyright, by Joseph B. Bowles.) 2
In the very heart of San Francisco
In certain breathing place called
Portsmouth square stood little Quong
Ling On summer day. -
Across the grass came another fig
ure; a little taller, little older than
Quong Ling, and neither white nor
Chinese, but part OF both. When 1t
was directly behind the Chinese boy it
shot out its hands and clapped them
tightly over the others eyes, and cried
in a merry voice:
"Who?''
ming Foo, of course" was the
prompt response.
They curled themselves comfortably
on the grass, near the edge of the
gravel path, content as two young ami
mails.
Here comes Sam LOUIE" cried Ming
Foo, suddenly; hes going to STOP
"Ho, little rascals, do you have
naught to do but idle?" asked Sam
Louie affably, as he paused moment.
Nothing, honorable friend, but to
idle and tell stories.'
"Well, if that be all, let this add to
the pleasures of thy idleness; catch!"
Cutting off generous piece of sugar
cane from one of the sticks he carried.
he tossed 1t into the air and passed
on.
For the time all else was forgotten
in the pleasurable crunch of teeth upon
the succulent cane. Forgotten till
fat, sleek Chinaman, in American ap-
parel, and another Chinaman, with
great red scar across his cheek, passed
by, and a word or so fioated to the al
ways wide-open ears of Ming Foo.
Understand? There ought to be
about three thousand dollars, and you
must get every cent Of" That was
all, out it was enough to arrest pair
of stout young jaws midway in the act
of sending a set of white teeth into the
juicy wood. Enough to cause Ming Foo
to stare wonderingly after the retreat
ing pair, and note that they settled
themselves on a bench and that they
were joined by third Chinaman.
In the last arrival Ming Foo recog-
nized hatchetman of the Ping Kong
tong. His eyes danced joyously, and
thrusting his stumpy. piece of cane
within his blouse, he pulled Quong
Lings ear down close to his lips, Whis-
pered something, then scampered off
and left the smaller boy wondering
and watching the patched trousers as
they disappeared around corner.
Quong Ling's patience had become
almost exhausted when one of the
three men on the bench wandered off;
in another moment the other two part
as he held his gaze on the empty
bench, he saw battered cap and a
close-c1opped head rise from the low
shrubbery just behind it.
"Oh, Quong Ling, Quong Ling,
Quong-a-ling-a-ling," he sang, dancing
around on the tips of his toes. big,
biggest thing ever, Ell? We're goin' to
do a big thing tonight. Come long
with me and I'll tell you all about 1t"
Then, with many gesticulations and
contortions and swellings Of the chest,
Ming Foo told what he had heard as
he lay in the shrubbery. How, on this
night, the store of Now Gum, for whom
Sam Louie worked, was to be robbed;
that it was to punish the proprietor for
daring to cross the hatchet-man-in
daring to refuse to bear false witness
in some matter before the police, as
well as to gain the money. That there
were things and mysteries back of this
that it had to do with the tongs, and
much more So that in the end, Quong
Ling quivered with the mystery and
excitement of it, and Ming Foo, strik-
Ing his robust little chest, fairly
Kissed:
"Ain't it big? Amt we goin' to stop
it; amt we goin' t. do more than big
detectives would?"
When the smaller adventurer asked.
"How?" Ming Foo grew in stature as
he exclaimed,
"Never mind! You come with me, I'll
show you! I'm white!" t.: :
Possibly it was owing to that little
streak of white in him that the follow