The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-03-15
WHEN I AM RICH
By Roy Mason 6CorJyrigft. 6. w. Dillingham; Company. 1909)
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NNOnE1Au@cz +<-aEG os1 ne handed Chester the check. "As a matter of fact I am taking abso- luteiy no risk. From what 1 know of MT. Perry Langham I would be willing to bet dollars to doughnuts that your five thousand dollars is still in your own bank untouched.'
 Two minutes later Chester found himself upon the street. He felt tentatively of his aching shoulder
 ssYes. that's real" he murTnured' stand I'll go and put this real checR popotamus bill. sincerely trust that my credit has not lapsed. The mail at the stockton will tell
 Chester deposited his check, and took 8 car to go to the Stockton. There he settled hIs account. and re- engaged his former room. He was relieved to find, by his accumulated mail, that the hippopotanlus was still receiving it's weekly supply of vege- tables.
 '.And. nows' said Chester. to go down and arrange for the safety. of the Dream Lady.'' .5.-,>.
 Night had fallen when he again reached chinatown, and Chester felt his way along the now familiar pass ageways. He gave three rapid knocks there was no answer. Chester inn patiently knocked again. There was st1lI no@ response. Chester swung himself up on the beam, and pushed tt the ssscsttle.z It@swas-eleoseszs sIIe stared about him in inc ha1f dark. ness The scene which seeeted him nearly made him totter from the beam. There was the fist rusted roof with the eurvfng runway in the naid- de. The miniature bridge had dis appeared. There were no banners on the walls His old abode, the pagoda. was gone Even the pebbles were gone from the ruaway. aAd the little tile walks along which she had clat- tered.
 There remained nothing but small gray lattice at the front, and the hat top of the roof without a sign of ernanent. Chester ran to the little door which had stood behind the pa soda. He found it locked, and put bis. well shoulder against it. The thin rotting framework gave way. Chester held a match above him. The rooms which had held an in- effabIe odor of the Dream Lady's personality opened into each other in empty succession. There were no llangings on the walls, and slight dust had settled already.
 Five minutes later Chester stopped, ranting. at the top of the stairs of the main joss house. He stepped in side and found the attendant as calm and impassive as ever.
 where is she?'' cried Chester eagerly. .sWhat has become of the Dream Lady?''
 -Maybeso she got to China
 s.Maybeso? Don't you know?'
 eYe-eh. She go to China"
 .It strikes me- said Chester. 'tthat it was extremely ungrateful of her to go off that way without telling me.e
 .sMaybeso she tell you.''
 sBut she didn't,-' said Chester.
 tYou speakee Meiican. She no sabe. Maybeso she tellee you in chfnee. You. no sabe-'a
 Chester recolIected a vo1uble dis rourse a day or two previous, in an- swer to his uncomprehended Eng lish
 s'pid she leave no word?,' he ask : cd.
 Tine Chinaman handed him two packages. One of them contained a little box of the wax enclosed pills. The other held 2 Colt revolver.
 ssshe say maybeso take care.s' said the Chinaman.
 ..Maybeso yill.'' said Chester.