The Twin Falls times. [volume] (Twin Falls, Idaho) 1905-1916, 1915-02-02

world she had meant to 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
| 81 said the chaos in a mans heart
could be RULED-by woman" saf3
Baskinelli.
/ The impudence of this sudden love
making moved her Unexpectedly to
defiance.
Please LET it be ruled, Signor Bas-
kinelli," she said, turning away from
him.
81 offer thousand apologies.
am fool You will forgive me?"
| This once"
He had sense enough to see that he
had gone too far. He turned to the
others as the soft-footed Orientals be-
gan to spread the mixed and mystic
rious viands on the table. He noted
Harry's glowering eyes
He glanced at Owen. BY the slight
est movement imaginable, by the least
uplift of his black brows, Owen an
swered. For the first time Baskinelli
knew that the lovely quarry he pur
sued had protector-and no mean
no weak protector.
But the arrival of the repast quickly
covered the general embarrassment
with a film of conversation. Not that
the embarrassment could cover what
they knew-everybody could see
Pauline and Harry had had a quarrel
and that pan1ipp wac flirtipy
eously with Basllinelli simply for re-
yenge is, every one except Har-
ry could see it.
Pardon me, but is that what you
call graft investigation that you are
making, Miss Hamlin, inquired Bas-
kinelli of Lucille.
mo, but the fool is so funny. There
are so many queer things present, but
unidentified" laughed Lucille.
Like a reception to a foreign ar
tist,' interrupted Harry with vim
dictive glare.
COR shall we say like the conversa-
ton of an unhappy guest" said Bias
} kinelli, saniingly turning to note the
entrance of little party of newcom-
ers at the further end of the restau-
rant.
1t was rather an unusual party. A
dashing, we'll dressed, fiery-eyed for
eigner, the tips of whose waXed nous
tachios turned up like black stalag-
mites from the corners of his cav
ernous mouth, was accompanied by
two nondescript figures, who seemed
, to be embarrassed more by the fact
} that they had recently been cleansed
} and shaved than by their rough red
shirts and mismated coats and trous-
erS.
The man of the tilted mustachios
gave brief, imperative orders to the
walters, whose languid steps seemed
to be quickened by his words as by an
electric battery The other two sal
: silent, like docile dogs in leash.
Only for an instant Baskineli's eyes
rested upon the group.
: 'And having tasted the food of the
gods, how would you like to visit the
: gods themselves?" he asked.
Pauline agreed enthusiastically. You
: mean joss house-a Chinese church
don't you?"
Eyes"
The joss house that most visitors
see in Chinatown is the littel one up
under the roof at the meeting of Doy-
| ers and Pell streets-at the toe OF
l the twisted horseshoe made by these
tiny thoroughfares of black fame
where, III spite of all the modern mag.
, &c of reform" men still die silently
Z 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 vii
: lage at q State fair is interesting. Be
hind It's gaudy staginess and CONNER
cial appeal it still holds something OF
2 reality from which the imagination
can draw picture of an ancient wor
ship that has held a race of millions
in thrall for thousands of years.
But it was not to the little joss
, house that Signor Baskinelli took his
: 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 sci
hours when the joss sacrifices profit
to true prayer. Under the painted
eyes of the squat idol punk sticks are
vended, and Fourteenth street shoI
girls giggle under the grave gaze o.
the silent priests
Baskinelli took his guests to the
joss house of the Golden Screens.
Save for it's greater size and more
splendid accoutrenent, it was little
different from the others. But it wa.
welled, in it's back alley seclusion
deep behind the outer fronts of Mot
street, by secrecy almost sincerel.
sacred.
The motor cars remained far behint
across the square as Baskinelli LEI
the party throuh the dismal street
and stopped before a dark doorway.
A dim light flared behind the doc
and Chinaman in American dres
admitted them.
81 am beginning to be REALLY
bored" said Pauline.
Wait; give the wicked chance,
said Baskinelli
They climbed three flights Of dingy
narrow stairs. The stairs were light
ed with flaring gas jets.
wonderful" jeered Pauline. "No
even a secret passage or subterrs
mean denl"