The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1914-08-22
Written by Charles Goddard,
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ly she looked around TO- -f.y. It was the
do. She was angry at herself In an instant,
for his fixed, guarding gaze was upon her.
She met his eyes and turned quickly to
Baskinelli.
"Chaos? I've always loved that word"
she flashed. There must be so many lovely
adventures where there are no laws"
IT said the chaos In a mans heart could
be RULED-by a woman" said Baskinelu.
The impudence Of this sudden love max
ing moved her Unexpectedly to defiance.
please LET it be ruled. Signor Bash-
nelli." she said. turning away from him.
II offer thousand apologies. I am fool
You will forgive mef'
"This once"
He had sense enough to see that he had
gone too far. He turned to the others as
the softfooted Orientals began to spread
the mixed and mysterious viands on the
table. He noted Harry's glowering eyes.
He glanced at Owen. By the slightest
movement imaginable. by the least uplift
of his black brows, Owen answered. For
the first time Baskinelli knew that the
lovely quarry he pursued had q protector
and no mean. no weak protector.
But the arrival of the repast quickly
covered the general embarrassment with .
film of conversation. Not that the embar-
knew-everybody could see-Pauline and
Harry had had a quarrel and that Pauline
was flirting outrageously with Baskinelh
simply for revenge-that is, every except
Harry could see it.
pardon me, but is that what you call
a graft investigation that you are making.
Miss Hamlin?" inquired Baskinelli Of Luz
ellie.
NO. but the fool is SO funny. There are
SO many queer things present. but unidenti-
fed" laughed Lucille.
Like reception to a foreign artist,
interrupted Harry with vindictive glare.
"Or shall we say like the conversation
of an unhappy guest" said Baskinelli, smil-
ingly turning to note the entrance of a
little party of newcomers at the further
end of the restaurant.
1t was rather an unusual party. A DASH
ing, well-dressed, fery-eyed foreigner, the
tips Of whose waved mustAchios turned up
like black stalagmites from the corners of
his cavernous mouth. was accompanied by
two nondescript figures. who seemed to be
embarrassed more by the fact that they had
been recently cleansed and shaved than by
their rough req shirts and mismated coats
and trousers.
The man of the tilted mustachios gave
brief, imperative orders to the walters,
whose 1anguid steps seemed to be quickened
by his words as by an electric battery. The
other two sat silent. like docile dogs In
leash.
Only for an instant Baskineln's eyes
rested upon the group.
"And having tasted the food Of the gods,
how would you like to visit the gods them
selves?" he asked.
Pauline agreed enthusiastically. You
mean joss house, Chinese church. don't
your"
EYES,"
The joss house that most visitors see in
Chinatown is the little one up under the
roof at the meeting Of Doyers and Pell
streets-at the toe of the twisted horse
black fame, where, in spite of all the modern
magic of reform" men still die silently
in the hush of secluded corridors and women
vanish into the darkness that Is worse than
DEATH
The little Joss house is interesting in the
same way that an Indian village at q State
fair is interesting. Behind its gaudy staginess
and commercial appeal it still holds some
thing of reality from which the Imagination
can draw q picture OF an ancient worship
that has held a race Of millions in thraI for
thousands of years.
But it was not to the little Joss house
that Signor Baskinelu took mis- guests. In
the little joss house the bells are pounded
without respite, the visitors come and go
at all hours of the day and night-save
the few set hours when the Joss sacrffces>
profit to true prayer. Under the painted
eyes OF the squat idol punk sticks are