Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-06-16
Continued hom pGge 6

whistled in the distance, bat whirred sud-
denly out of the darkness and smote Bung
cruelty on his bare, bald head, soaring him
almost into commissions. The rusty wind
mill squawked once its doleful portent.
What sort of high jinks was the ghost, re-
plete with Ill gotten rice and potatoes carry
ing on behind yonder dingy light? A hyp-
motto curiosity seemed to draw All Lee Bung
to his feet and forward toward No. 5. Nor
tails (mostly feminine) have been turned into
pillars of salt as a penalty for just such
morbid craving. Bung wanted to see, and he
cared not what came after. AS though the
devils were behind rather than before, he
galloped across the clearing, uttering charms
against the powers of darkness as he ran.
When Bung ran it was always sort of
bouncing waddle, and he usually lost his shoes.
Tonight was no exception; but he finally
gained the door of the hut, where he Stun
bled over a box and fell, holding to his
bruised toe and putting loudly enough to
alarm a whole army corps of sleeping de-
mons. Finally he scrambled to his feet and
peepcd into the dirty window. And this IS
what he saw:
A dying candle flickered in a corner. The
floor was strewn with empty flour sacks, and
a white powder scattered over everything
gave the effect of fresh-fallen snow. Stretch
emaciated form in what Bung recognized as
his second best suit of overalls. The man on
the bed was no Japanese, as Bung at once
saw by his luxuriant plgta1l and the Chinese
cast of his starved countenance. AS he
gazed, Bung beheld the mysterious one place
both hands upon the pit of his stomach and
groan hollow but unghostlike groan. There
was something very human and appealing
about this gesture, which at once d1spelled
superstition from the mind of the spectator.
In short, he had come to see japanese
ghost and had found a sick Chinaman.
"Ai!' groaned the sufferer, looking up and
seeing the face at the window, stake me
away. | am the man you SEEK" All this he
said in the dialect of Canton.
All Lee Bung opened the door and walked
into the haunted room. The strange China
man raised himself on his elbow and gazed
as though he himself had seen specter. His
jaw dropped, and suddenly he seized Bung
by the hand, drawing his face close to his.
cart thou All Lee Bung of Pc Yi?' asked
the sick man in the Cantonese dialect.
"Who art thou" inquired All Lee Bung.
"Dost thou remember the farm by the
Two Canals and old Tuan Lo the farmer
Il married his daughter, replied Bung.
Il am Chang, son of Tuan Lo, said the
man, gathering back like bag of bones up
on ,lle hard boards.
THE majesty of the law, enthroned on the
front seat of a new green wagon, came
riding into the Oliver preserves in the per-
sons of Samuel and Lemuel Short, the twin
deputy United States Marshals. Under du
plcate cowboy hats wearing dropping,
sandy mustaches of similar pattern, chewing
tobacco off the same plug, Sam and Lem
looked about as desperate version of Twee-
dledum and Tweedledee as ever scuttled
ship.
who's murdered now?' inquired Judge
Oliver, coming down the steps with Tom and
greeting the deputy twins.
"Mornin', Judge" said Lemuel. Got
papers here for bunch O Chinks.'
"Smuggled in from Mexico in boxcar,'
supplemented Lemuel.
"We've got only one Chinaman on the
place, said Judge Oliver. 4Bung's perfectly
trustworthy
"Aint no Chinaman trustworthy-b
gin your pardon, Judge" observed Lemuel.
The twins spat browly right and left like
duplicate Simon Legrees.
"Y'see," said Samuel, @these here snug
gled Chinks came up from Mexico in box
car that had gone across the line full O flour
and was started back with few damaged
sacks aboard. Gang that put them Chinks
on expected 'em to be let loose by fence