Montana oil and mining journal. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1931-1953, 1937-04-10


Well" a little annoyed. you can't
SAY" cajoIing. don't yer love me
Il do"
Then why won't yer ?"
1T is an heirloom. It belonged to
my ancestors: was left to me by my
mother" He added q trifle supercili-
ouSly: She was q lady Of quality"
And" Gwendolyn flared, II amt
q lady o. quality-that wottya drivin
At once he was contrite.. He had
not wished to hurt her feelings. He
patted her hands.
Don't imagine things"
The hell I ami" The first time
he had refused her anything. 1t was
bad for her vanity; made her mad
clear through. Coarse words were on
her lips. She forced them back. Cine
on she begged, once more cajoling.
BE a sport Gimmel"
Tomorrow I shall take you to Tif-
fanys and :"
"Baloneyl I want that bracelet
see ?" Her accents peaked a
hectic octave. i want tt-want i'll"
He shrugged his shoulders without
replying. and she grew more and more
furious. Because of her vanity. Be
cause Of her greed.
"You-and yer anceStorsl You-and
yer motherl Say-wot was good enough
Tor that dame Is good enough for me
BE quietl" he interrupted
Whom hell dyer think yer are
talkin' TO me like that2 A four-f lushin'
punk-thats all yer are-with all yer
promises ye'd gimme wotever / want
And yer refuse me that lousy bracelet:
because of yer motherl Yer motherl
A lady of quality-sez you'll"
Will you be quiet!" again his warn
Ssure III tell yer wot she was!" the !
woman cried. "She was the same as /
me. Nuthin but a ="
She had no time to finish the SEN
tence. For Ia Chens fist struck her
heavily across the face.
He left the room. She was white .
with rage; trembling with hate, with
wanton thoughts Of revenge. Geel-
shed make him pay! You bet she
would!
She clenched her hands. She went
10 the window. Down below, she saw
Bill Dewey walking his beat-Bill De-
Voy who, the next afternoon, told his
cousin. Brian Neil:
Got him!"
Got who2"
That crook-that Ia Chen bold
How Gomez"
Know any French?"
DO have horizontally.
The French gotta swell sayin'
la fammey'-which menas
look for the skoit'
"Skoit?"
"Gwendolyn. Ia Chen's cutie. Got
mad at him. Slipped me the dope.
eifled his desk. Told me all she knew
81, !
lin by the short hair
Just what happened to Gwendolyn
Gang Hi has always been matter OF
onjecture-at least to the police. Some
eclare she was killed by Ho Tin, Ia
hens servant. Others claim that she
'as murdered by a hatchetman hired
nd paid by Pell Street public sub
as kidnapped and shipped to Chinese
Olony in Southern Mexico where she
as forced to live out her remaining
ears in abject, brutal Servitude. What
YER happened, it is certain that she
as never seen again in Chinatown;
nd questioning only elected the yell
w mans invariable reply when he
0es not wish to answer:
mo SavVy''
1t was typical of Bill Dewey that
2 refused to take any interest in her
appearance. Only one thing mattered
him: Ia Chen's trial and conviction;
ne years in Sing Sing; and now TIA
hen was back, and once more he
oked at the woman's picture and
peated
Il adore beauty"
Beauty" was Ho Tins angry re-
inder, "that ruined you'll"
And yet" the other smiled, at was
nth it You see-I loved greatly, while
loved"
Slowly he spoke the words, like a
1ny statement of fact; and, when
had said them, the drama in his
VI was over For he was a Chinese,
tn no regret for the past. Cold-eyed
turned to the next page in his life
70 reconstruct his business, his finan-
j power, to become what he had
en- before; the richest man between
2 BoWery and Mulberry Bend.
So, late that evening, he went along
II Street. 1t was all about him with
reek and riot; the whine and Stun
of its tinny; jazzy sounds; the
1ging of its chimneys against the
lddy sky; the violent, ragged frag-
'ntS Of its lust and envy; the nasal
AN Of its dark hate.
he entered the back room Of the