The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1935-05-30

sons wife, the honor OF
with the second sons wido
the wife of the youngest
to the full"
''1t is a good compromise"
said someone.
"1t is a good compromise"
said everyone.
Then all at once the rage be.
tween the two women had spent
itself.
"It IS now the hour to co."
said the little girl, pressing her
advantage; and, after smooth
ing the hair of Saltwater and
putting rice powder on her face,
she led her forth.
"They come, they come" an.
nounced Kin.
Hester saw entering the room
not one but two young girls,
holding hands as if to give
courage, each to the other.
Their tiny feet struck the floor
with the clump, clump of padded
sticks raised and lowered, raised
and lowered. They sat side by
side on two straight chairs Kin
placed for them, their amah
attending them, standing be.
hind.
cat last!" Hester said to her.
self. After four years in this
country am I to know its
Women?"
The older girls face did not
interest her. It was heavy and
expressionless. She did not
know that it was dulled by the
fierce part the girl had played
in the recent happenings Of
Hos household. The younger
girl was fascinating. The child
sat squarely on her chair, a
humorous likeness in her atti.
tude to that Of Ho himself. Be-
hind her composure, Hester was
aware of magnetic power and a
strong will. This girl must play
a big part in the Ho household,
maybe the favorite child.
What is your NAME" Hester
asked.
"Shiao Pao. Little Precious"
All. she was right; the little
gin was a favorite.
Now Hester began the lesson,
leading the girls about the room,
to chair and table and window,
telling them the foreign words.
The news spread through the
hong that women from the
household Of Ho were in the
house. The word reached
Stephen. Two? He had ar
ranged for only one, the wife Of
the third son. Who was the
other?
Filled with curiosity to know
what the women Of Hos house
hold were like, he went up the
stairs, passed by the open door,
hoping to catch q glimpse Of
them.
Standing in the dark hall, he
could see and not be seen. They
were facing him. Why, one was
the girl he had seen kneeling in
the street. the little girl with the
black hair waving about her
face, like a child Of his own
race.
That strangely appealing fig
ure had been on pilgrimage
from the Ho household! How
little after all he understood
Hos life!
CHAPTER "A
Keyed higher and higher were
the days for Stephen; the bust
ness was beginning to grow. But
coupled with the excitement Of
success, was the fear Of threat.
ened failure. This fear was not
long absent from his mind.
Each day Stephen surrendered
q little more to the demands Of
the company, striving to make
good in his first managership.
Now that dreaded thing,
squeeze" not only had not
been checked but was taking on
formidable proportions at the
tanks. # he could not check it,
it might cost him his position.
Each morning he went to the
telephone, calling McBain, the
Scotchman in charge, and each
day the answer was the same.
The oil was disappearing and
right before his eyes! Yet how?
Day after day, as soon as the
office was closed, Stephen made
the two-mile journey to the
tanks.
There were four huge gray
tanks here, and two longSlant-
ing rooted godownS, where ma