The Forrest City times., 1913-05-30

We are seeking information, you know, Evelyn. not squandertng It."
 Fell street wore its night gaudery when the Cameron electric brougham with Evelyn and myself as occupants glided to halt before the door of the Mission over which Miss Clement ably and successfully presided. The pale, vari-inted light of lanterns from the balcony of restaurant across the way, mingllng with the fickering vel low beam of the city's gas lamps, threw into sharp relief the curious pendent black signs with their red cloth borders and gilded Chinese let tering, hanging before shop doors. It revealed, too, oddly contrasting figures Of loungers ard pedestrians, residents and visitors. And 1t barred, back of all that was bizarre, the commonplace brick fronts of the typically American buildings. with their marring gridiron- ing of fire-escapes. To Evelyn, rarely observant, the combination was inter esting. but disappointing.
 Tt does not look al all as l expect ed 1t would" she said to me Tt hasn't the air. It is neither one thing nor the other. It is like a stage scene, care lessly mounted
 AS We alighted at the Mission door, the last notes of familiar hymn. mangled in words and melody almost beyond recognition. flowed out 10 join the babel of street sounds; and before We could mount the high steps there malOdorous freshet of felt-shOd sOles, that gave us pause; blocking. for a few minutes, not merely the ascent But the sidewalk as well.
 When. at length. the way was clear. and by direction of youth at the en. trance, We had passed through the close, il,-smeling hall, where the lights Lad already been lowered, We came upon Miss Clement, alone in a little well-ventilated and brightly-lighted of. fee or parlor, jutting of at the rear.
 If she was surprised al seeing Eve lyn, she gave no sign. She welcomed us both with the smiling cordiality of lifelong friend. But abruptly her smile died.
 T tried 10 get you on the telephone an hour ago. she explained, but there was some trouble with the wire. I hoped 10 save you this journey for nothing"
 Your protege couldn't come?" I queried.
 Unfortunately. no," she returned. with little quaver in her voice. My protege will never come again. He was sho. to death. Poor. poor Ling Fol"
 Shot to death!" cried, while Eve lyn, with cheeks suddenly pale and eyes wide, held her underlip fast be tween her teeth. and gripped hard on the arms of the rocking chair in which Miss Clement had placed her
 Yes" And this strong, sweet faced. gray haired woman in gray her momentarily-lost composure quite re- covered, laid quleung hand softly over Eyelyn's tensed clutch Yes. That sort of thing Is not unusual down here. you know. There is always more or less pad blood between the tongs. But 1t was most unfortunate. just at this time. because feel sure he could have told you ething worth learn. ing I'm glad he was q good boy He was one of the few converts that are really sincere.
 Perhaps he knew too much" I suggested.
 But Miss Clement made no com me9t l fancy 1t was out of considera- ton for Evelyn that she refrained from endorsing my conclusion; while I reproached myself for being less | thoughtful, I was all the more con- vinced that l had voiced the motive for the shooting.
 As Evelyn did not ask for particu. lars, I profted by the lesson thus | taught and curbed my curiosity. But was in no mood to drop the subject. From Miss Clements note 1t was clear that Ling Fo had already communi. cated to her some Of the more impor. tant facts in this connection, and of these I hoped to possess myself.
 And so, Miss Clement" yentured sharpening my wedge Chinatown Is mystitied. I understand" She was seated now. by her little i desk, and for moment had been turn. ing up, searchingly, one paper after ! another. from an open drawer. At my observation, she paused and raised her glance, folded sheet of note size in her hand for a heartbeat her eyes ! held mine.
 Yes" she said at length. China town Is all at sea, so to speak" Over Uhat?" pressed
 Slowly she unfolded the scrap of writing she held and before replying she read it through. slowly and dellb- erately
 If you don't mind" she proposed i ' would prefer not to talk about f. I am in peculiar position here, Mr ! Clyde, as you can well understand and cant afford 10 play false to i those who trust me. At the same | time l do not always know whom among these people to trust Some