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A Mongolian Tragedy
By Jetephint Rdwanh-VapmtU.
Copyrighted. IKE, by The Author* Pub. Co
Quong Lung Yek was a Chinese
maiden. Quong Lung Yek was a prize
of love.
She hr 1 learned perfectly the power
of her eyes to ensnare the hearts of
men, and her Ups were ever ready for
kisses and sweet speeches. In all the
alleys of Chinatown there was none
so fair, so winsome, so bewitching, so
tender, nor—so fickle.
Many loved and many sought the lit
tle temptress’ favor. She encouraged
them all, and therein was the fatal
error that caused her undoing.
Pretty Quong Lung Yek was only
eighteen years old—too young to try
the arts of the coquette, and make
mad the hearts of reckless men. Wom
en are not fitted, until they have ar
rived at years of discretion, for the
dangerous pastime of alluring and de
ceiving men, although as a rule when
that time comes, the occasions for the
exercise of discretion have long gone
hv
It was the night of the feast at Hong
Fa Lowr’s restaurant—a night of rev
elry arranged and paid for by the fa
vored lover of the hour, in Quong
Lung Yek’s honor, but the guests were
bidden thereto by Quong Lung Yek,
herself.
One ardent swain she had not asked.
He had been discarded with little
mercy, jilted for the new’er lover, and
when he sought an Interview, had been
flouted and told to go his way. She
wanted none of him now, why weary
her with his persistency? Those lus
cious lips, w'hile made for kisses and
sweet speeches, could be very scorn
ful and utter words that wounded be
yond measure.
But he ’oved her with a passion that
would brook no rival, and when she
told him she had never cared for him.
he raved and cursed, and swore direst
vengeance upon her head, but she only
laughed at him.
On her way to the feast, by chance,
they met. Again he pleaded, raved
and cursed, and vowed revenge. With
a contemptuous shrug of her graceful
shoulders, she laughed at his display
of grief and despair.
The laugh of a woman has often
nerved the wavering heart of a des
perate man to the perpetration of
awful crime, and the laugh of this
woman was all that was needed to
rouse the fiend in this love-crazed man
who barred her way, his face distorted
from suffering and rage. This woman
who had burned her image into his
heart would regret to her dying day
that she ever laughed at his misery.
The beauty that lured so many lov
ers, if not for him, he would forever
spoil for the desire of any other man.
With sudden change of manner, re
pression of emotion that might have
warned her of her peril, he stepped
aside and let her pass. laughing still,
she left him and went on up the street
to her waiting guests, while he rushed
savagely away in the opposite direc
tion.
As the hour grew late, the man went
back and lay in wait for his faithless
sweetheart. He had not long to wait
before she came, the heartless fair
one, and as she approached him, skulk
ing in the shielding blackness of an
open doorway, her laugh proved her
fearless and all unconscious of her
fate.
She was laughing yet when she
II
Quong Lung Ysk was a Chinese
maiden.
reached the place where he was con
cealed—laughing as women laugh
when they are heartless and indiffer
ent, and when they have forgotten the
lovers of whom they are tired. If the
man in the shadow weakened In his
resolve when he saw her approaching
in all the winsomeness of her exquisite
presence, chattering gaily with her
companions, the ringing laugh from
her lips seemed so like the scornful
laugh of that other meeting, that he
was goaded on to strength again. He
waited, unhesitating, with ready hand,
for the devilish deed.
It was now but a step to her side.
He softly spoke her name, "Qtiong
Lung Yell.” She turned to look at
him, the laugh on her lips. Ah, that
lovely, laughing face. It was a mark
as lair as any tnat was ever doomed
for the branding.
An arm uplifted with lightning-like i
rapidity, a trickle of fiery drops, a
splash like the drip of dew on a rose
leaf, a shriek that only agony .utters,
and the score was even between the
man and the woman; and while the
woman shrieked It was the man who
mockingly laughed as be fled into the
Impenetrable darkness of the night.
When the police arrived upon the
scene and could grasp the situation
through the excited words of her com
rades, they asked her who had done
this awful thing, but she would cot
answer, and the others—the deed was
•so quickly done—did not know, nor
had they seen.
Still suffering, she steadily refuses
to tell the name of the man who has
so cruelly marked her for his own
keeping, if perchance, he shall care
to come some future day and claim
who no other man will have, now
that the crowning glory of Quong
Lung Yek is gone lorever.
And the police must search the hid
Quong Lung Yek turned to look at
him, the laugh on her lips.
ing places of ‘'he Chinese quarter un
aided, without a clue, for these yel
low men and women are loath to give
one cf their race to the “white devils"
—tie police.
Somewhere in Chinatown's dark, un
fathomed caves, a man crouches and
quakes with fear at the sound of every ]
approaching footfall, cowed in his
vengeance dealing, cowed in his fear j
of vengeance to be dealt. He rs afraid
of the shadows that come and go in
the recesses or his hiding place, be
cause be doeB not know that the wom
an whom he loved, and whom, as he so
puts it in excuse thereof, he punished
he will not realize until he sees her
again—has not betrayed him to the
police, who would hunt him down, j
When he knows, he will come out of
his rat-hole retreat and mingle with ,
his people in the clearer light of the
alleys, where the police only loiter
and are never ready for the chase.
Not till then will he know that if the
woman's lips are closed, the woman
whose beauty was an irresistible snare
before the hiding fugitive drenched it
with sulfuric acid and made it hid
eous in the eyes of all men—that no
other will speak for his capture, and
he will fear only the woman he loved :
and whom he hated.
If she Is silent, he Is safe. Aye, and
the woman will surely keep silent—It
Is the way of women of her kind, first
to hurt her lover and then to shield
when hurt by him—a queer anomaly, j
woman, for the man who spoiled her
is now the only one who can possibly
love her, and such women as Quong ,
Hunk Yek cannot live without love.
The avenger, when the police have
ceased to hunt him, will come plead
jng, cringing, and when he sees her
face, all seared with vitriol of the
foreign devil’s invention, he will be
satisfied with his success even while |
he pleads; he may even love her
again, and if that time comes, Quong
Lung Yek may woe or kill him. Only
a woman may say what this woman
may do, but as yet the man is afraid
and is hiding from the police in the
dark end secret places of the Chinese
quarter of San Francisco.
Seatho.
The leprechaun out In the haggard
Is mending his little red shoon;
And wee. fairy folk In the meadow
Dance light ’neath the sheen of th*
moon,
The brown throstle birdlings are dream
ing
Of love, on the low laurel bough,
And elfin craft sailing the river
Have fire pennants flung from th*
prow.
Then sleeps my heart's birdling, my darl
ling!
The brown-throstle mother and I
Together keep watch o'er our loved ones,
Shuheenshu, shoho, lullaby.
The silver mists curl In the valley,
And red lilies bend in the dew
The drolleen sings out in the hedgerow.
The drolleen. he sings love for you.
The white powdered wings of the night
moth
Flit down to the half-opened rose.
And mother will kiss vour dear eyelids.
And seal them with love when they
close.
Then sleep, my heart's flower, iny dar
ling!
The moon o’er the mountain hangs low,
And brown-thro6ties peep in their dream
ing;
“Shuheenshu, shuheenshu shoho!”
—Mar’ Grant > Sheridan.
Drawing.
An artist draws a picture, an equine
draws a dray; the man who marries
draws a blank sometimes, we've heard
them say; a thirsty man draws wat
er; a blossoM draws the bee. If I
can only draw my pay that’s good
enough for me.—Chicago News.
Deadly Serpents.
Recent statistics show that serpents
kill more persons in India than in any
other country. During 1901 the num
ber of victims was 22,810, and it estl- 1
mated that almost, if not quite, as
many were killed In 1902.
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