Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1918-12-01
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the Fundamental things today. l VIII
first see the place and then the peopie
and then listen to what they said ana
did. The great master speaketh Wen
to his little pupil!' And then wang
Foo disappeared from sight ana an
aged priest from old Tibet, carrying
in his right hand little fageolet ana
bell of bronze and in his left bundle
of tiny scrolls with ancient symbols
and pious prayers and charms, passed
out into the hustling highway OF the
broad Ma-Loo.
He came ere long to the servants
gateway of the Wellington Hotel ana
entering the courtyard crossed 1t ana
seated himself by the kitchen door.
He took out his little flageolet and,
lingering it skillfully, began to play
one of the plaintive airs Of his far-
away mountain home. Music hath
charms in every land on enrth and
China is no exception. SO he was very
soon surrounded by an admlrlns
ter and share with them their MORN
ing rice and tea.
"Listen, my children" he said, ana
he stroked his beard Of gray-and
there is no land where more defer
ence and respect are paid to- age
"listen to tale of old Tibet" And
they gathered all about him. the
the coolies. and listened with eager
ears and raptured gaze, as he alter
nately told and sang of a famous ven-
detta OF the ancient days, In which q
noble warrior invited his rival to a
banquet and then hired an assassin to
kill him while he sat at meat.
"a wonderful story, venerable IA
ther," said the head table boy, as the
story was finished, and he took out
from his girdle q few brass cash to
purchase prayer charm, an example
which all the others quickly followed:
the ancient days. We have them now
land right here In this very house.
where the deputy was poisoned scarce
two weeks ago!'
"Here? In this very house? 1t cam
old priest how the ancient deeds sur
vive unto the present"
Eyes. tell the old father all about 1t,
Chang; you saw it and heard it all.
Show him the room and tell him who
was there, they all cried in chorus. :.
Chang, the head boy, led the old
priest into the private dining room
and gave him the most vivid descrip-
ton of the scene. He told him the
name of every person present, showed
him just where they sat and recalled
priest listened with the deepest atten-
ton and pleased Chang more and more
by asking close and leading questions.
Tell me slowly" he said. ''for am
old In years and cannot take 1t all in.
like one more young. See. will make
that, IL I return in safety to Tibet,
I may tell this wondrous story of the
modern days to all within the White
Cloud Temple-for they will find it
hard to believe. fear"
Then the old priest. returning once
more into the kitchen, took up his lit
with a "BIess you all, my children
crossed the pavement ofsthe courtyard
and soon was lost to sight in the busy
streets.
Late that evening. when the beard
and wig and gown of the Tibetan
short and comfortable kwa-tse or
short jacket of the Chinese student,
Wang Foo lighted his pipe and, seated
at the table In his upper room, opened
his note book and began to think. All
his family. weary with the work Of
the long and heated day, had retired
early. He thought and thought. He
read notes and made other notes. He
compared persons. places and events.
outline seemed to frame itself before
him. indistinct at first. but gradually
getting clearer. though here and there
q piece seemed to be yet wanting.
And this was the conclusion of it ali:
i: Lo. the deputy; had been clearly
poison unknown to western medicine,
but the fatal working time of which
had been carefully thought out.
z. The deed which was handed to
him. and which was seen by all and
read to them. was not the deed to
which he affixed the Tao-tars seal. BY
some very clever sleight- Of -hand one
must have been substituted for the
other at the very table and between
the moments Of the reading and the
sealing.
3. The administering Of the poison
must have been done by some person,
present in the room. who timed the
length OF the meal exactly, and the
same person or a trusted confederate
must have exchanged the deeds.
good days work. but within the next
four days he must supply these three
missing links to make the chain of
evidence complete. viz: What was the
poison? Who administered it? Who
exchanged the deed? The hoarse
whistles OF the up-river steamers
warned him that there remained but
three hours before the sunrise. SO.
closing his secret diary and his note
book. he turned in to his we'll earned
sleep. ~.
The next morning he rose rather late
and took his MONDAY rice with the
basket makers family. In the after
noon he sauntered down to the Woo
sun gardens and, finding a cool seat
by the rivers bank. sat down to med
itate and look over. once more the
notes of the night before. The junks
and sampans gliding smoothly by on