Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1921-01-30

Thus cooling himself according to the
custom and tradition Of his ancestors,
he said to the aged matron, Il ascend
this evening to the upper hall and
will spend the hours in quiet thought
and meditation. Speak to Old Chang
when he returns and tell him not to
open the gates to any visitors. He
is merely to receive the honorable
cards and ask the gracious guests
to call again when the skies are
brightening'-this being the old
Celestial term for tomorrow" He
; walked for a few moments UP and
down the stone paved courtyard and
then mounted the little staircase to
the floor above. He passed through
his study. which bore the significant
name of "The Glade of Quiet Refec-
tion," and, unlocking a central door
: concealed by silken curtain. entered
a darka apartment which adjoined it.
The. Grotto of Mystic Changes
for that was the meaning of the
great golden symbols on the central
chamber of the dreaded Bluebeard.
a place which the foot of the ordinary
mortal never entered: BESIDES the
great detective himself none but the
threshold, and then only when it
needed a periodic sweeping and clean
!, ing, at which times her lips were
regularly sworn to a silence more
stony than the Buddhist idols 1t was
none other than the sanctum
sanctorum where modern science. with
all it's various appliances assisted the
master in the solution of mysteries
and the detection of many a secret
crime of the far east. AS he lighted
the little lamp that swung from the
ceiling. it's rays revealed number
of cabinets and shelves filled with
rows of retorts. bottles. batteries.
tubes and other apparatus OF the
chemist and the electrician. and. in
the corner. complete outfit for the
development of Photographic plates
and films
Wang Foo stepped to the table in
the center of the room and, taking
from 1t wooden frame holding four
glass test tubes, he held them up to
the light and examined them criti-
cally one by one. "Ah!" he exclaimed
with q tone of satisfaction, we are
getting nearer. we are certainly get
hours and all will be ready for the final
test Tube No. ] shows the setting
of the crust Of wax already. but the
solution is not dense enough; we
must wait until we reach heavens
poor little friend" turning to little
cage in the corner where white
rabbit was munching contentedly a
leaf of cabbage, I'VE may have to
sacrifice YOU on the altar of science"
He carefully replaced the four tubes
in their holders. and. extinguishing
the lamp. passed back quietly into
the study. where a number of import
ant papers were waiting for examin-
alton. seq
<eXA7ELL. I've rather sad news for
w you. my dear" said Captain
McAlphin of the Australian Mail to
Mrs. Whitmarsh, as she greeted him
at her bungalow on the Peak after
his brisk, walk from the tramway sta
of his Years and of his old acquaint-
ance with the family in Melbourne to
address the most charming young widow |
in Hongkong in this way.)
why. captain: what can possibly
my poor little Chop Sticks is
what, Run away or stolen?'
'Worse-some miserable coolie has
poisoned him."
'.How,yery dreadful! Well. you must |
sit right down here By the tea table and
tell me all about itTeasi6 s'-s6ss
The skipper laid his hat AID cane
on the bamboo Lounge and, drawing
. chair up to, the tempting tea-tray
with ita toast and cookies said. You
know I called him Chop Sticks be-
cause he was always such lively
little glitter. That's the meaning of
and he was just the liveliest little |
kid-dog though he was and not hu-
man-that ever had as a passenger
aboard my ship. Well. let me see. it
L. IT,
why that's the very day that you
brought him up here in the after !
noon." Interrupted his hostess.
Sure enough. the very day. Well. i
as / was a-saying. he began to act
queer that very evening; wouldn't .
take his chow and all that; just lay |
in his little basket a-kind o. gasping
like and breathing hard. and when 1
tried to get him to sit up he just ups
in a CONFUSION and that was the end
of him."
"1Yet like my poor little Trixy q
month ago. How strange"
II got Doc Patterson to just run in
and take q look at him. and he says,
Cap. its poison and not mistake"
"Why, who do you suppose could
have done it? He wasn't cross to the
natives. was he?"
Gross? why, never. they were just
rs fond of him az I was. Ny room
boy actually cried like a child when
he saw he was dead. No. no. it wasn't
anybody on board the ship, I'm sure
of that. Doc thinks he just must
have picked UP something in the street
as he was a-running along"
but how about my Trixy? He never
went out unless / carried him in
my chair, and he went just that way.
And the Chinese just loved him. too,
although some OF the old residents
told me when I first came here that
they were actually SO clannish that
sometimes Cantonese house-boy
wouldn't feed a Pekinese dog: Could
you believe itT'
Just at this moment the aforesaid
houae-boy appeared with the chit
book and a message for Mrs. Whit
marsh. Excuse me just minute.
captain. while glance at this" The
visitor bowed and turned to the boy,
''Yung Lung my watehee talkee you
how fashion you thinkee your mis-
sussee little doggie go makee die. err
my no savee," was the always
ready and imm ediate answer.
II know you don't 'savee.' but how
fashion Chineeman he talkee? Cook.
cooIie. outside man. how fashion
thinkee? En-
The boy hesitated for a moment and
then replied. taking good care to
screen himself from every particle of
suspicion: Cook talkee him chow
chow no ploper. suppose him dlnkee
Mclean man medicine-water havee
sick go makee die-my no savee.
Chair-coolie talkee b'longe joss pid-
gin-my no sayee."
AHA" remarked the captain. re-