municipal officers
Mayor, M. L. Arnold,
Recorder, E. VV. Magness,
Treasurer, O. F. Craig,
Marshal, Walter Pascoe,
Aldermen:- F. C. Hoyt, R. B. Ad
orns. G. O. Magness, C. M. Edwards
and W. C. Mims.
Council meets tirst Monday night in
<ach month.
Methodist church, services at It. i.
to and 7:30 p. m. the second and fourth
Sundays in each month. Rev. C. II.
Newman, pastor.
Baptist church, services at .'1 p. tu.
Saturday before first Sunday, and
■a. m. first Sunday in each month.
Rev. W. p. Jackson, pastor.
Christian church, services tirst and
third Sundays in each month at li t.
to. and 7:30 p. m. Rev. .1. II. Mol)on
iel, Pastor.
Dannelly Chapter R. A. M. meets
'third Saturday night. 1. (t. Nuckolls,
E. II P.; T. H. Dealing, Sec.
Newark Lodge F. & A. M. No. 248
meets second Saturday night. R. K.
McHenry, W. M.: .1. T. Tharp, Sec.
Newark Encampment I. O. ()• K. 42
meets second and fourth Wednesday
nights. O. O. Moss, C. P.; G. L. Fink,
Scribe.
Newark Camp W.O.Wh No. 288 meets
'second and fourth Tuesday nights in
month. C. ,1. Magness, C. C.: O. F.
•Craig. Clerk.
Newark Grove W. C. No. 87 meets
first and third Tuesday nights. Mrs.
C. M. Edwards, Guardian; N. A.
Speed, Clerk.
Newafk Lodge I. O. O. F. No. 2rt.'5
meets the first and third Wednesday
nights. .]. W. Stone, N. G ; T. M.
Harrelson, Secretary.
Banner R-cbefcuh Lodge No. 15
meets every Saturday afternoon at 3
o’clock. Mrs. T. .1. Raney, N. G.; Miss
Lucy Lawton, secretary.
Independence Lodge No. 2379 K. &
'L. of H. meets first and tnird Monday
nights in each month. E. M. Edgar,
Protector; Zed Griffith, Secretary.
V L Pascoe L. G Poe
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By E. SPENCE DE PUE O
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(Copyright, by Joseph B. Bowles.)
In the very heart of San Francisco
in a certain breathing place called
Portsmouth square stood little Quong
Ling c-n a summer day.
Across the grass came another fig
ure; a little taller, a little older than
Quong Ling, and neither white nor
Chinese, but a part of both. When it
was directly behind the Chinese boy it
shot out its hands and clapped them
tightly over the other’s eyes, and cried
in a merry voice:
•’Who?”
“Ming Foo, of course,” was the
prompt response.
They curled themselves comfortably
on the grass, near the edge of the
gravel path, content as two young ani
mals.
“Here comes Sam Louie,” cried Ming
Foo, suddenly; “he's going to stop.”
"Ho,i little rascals, do you have
naught to do but idle?” asked Sam
Louie affably, as he paused a moment.
'Nothing, honorable friend, but to
idle raid tell stories.”
“Well, if that be all, let this add to
the pleasures of thy idleness; catch!”
Cutting oft a generous piece of sugar
cane from one of the sticks he carried,
be tossed it into the air and passed
on.
For the time all else was forgotten
in the pleasurable crunch of teeth upon
the succulent cane. Forgotten till a
fat, sleek Chinaman, in American ap
parel, and another Chinaman, with a
great red scar across his cheek, passed
by, and a word or so floated to the al
ways wide-open ears of Ming Foo.
“Understand? There ought to be
about three thousand dollars, and you
must get every cent of—” That was
all, nut it was enough to arrest a pair
of stout young jaws midway in the act
of send'ng a set of white teeth into the
juicy wood. Enough to cause Ming Foo
to stare wonderingly after the retreat
ing pair, and note that they settled
them tel ves on a bench and that they
were joined by a third Chinaman.
In the last arrival Ming Foo recog
nized a hatchetman of the Ping Kong
tong. His eyes danced joyously, and
thrusting his stumpy piece of cane
within his blouse, he pulled Quong
Ling’s ear dow’n close to his lips, whis
pered something, then scampered off
and left the smaller boy wondering
and watching the patched trousers as
they disappeared around a corner.
Quong Ling’s patience had become
almost exhausted when one of the
three men on the bench wandered off;
in another moment the other two part
ed, going in opposite directions; and,
as he held his gaze on the empty
bench, he saw a battered cap and a
close-ciopped head rise from the low
i shrubbery just behind it.
"Oh, Quong Ling, Quong Ling,
Quong-a-ling-a-ling,” he sang, dancing
around on the tips of his toes. "Big,
biggest thing ever, eh? We’re goin' to
do a big thing to-night. Come ’long
with me and I’ll tell you all about it.”
Then, with many gesticulations and
contortions and swellings of the chest,
Ming Foo told what he had heard as
he lay in the shrubbery. How, on this
night, the store of Mow Gum, for whom
Sam Louie worked, was to be robbed;
that it was to punish the proprietor for
daring to cross the hatchet-man—in
daring to refuse to bear false w itness
in some matter before the police, as
well as to gain the money. That there
were things and mysteries back of this
—that it had to do with the tongs, and
much more. So that in the end, Quong
Ling quivered with the mystery and
excitement of it, and Ming Foo, strik
ing his robust little chest, fairly
hissed;
“Ain't it big? Ain t we goin to stop
It; ain’t we goin’ t’ do more than big
detectives would?”
When tlie smaller adventurer asked.
“How?” Ming Foo grew In stature as
he exclaimed;
"Never mind! You come with me. I’ll
show you! !'m white!”
Possibly it was owing to that little
streak of white in him that the follow
ing things happened. He was only 12,
but he knew very much, and Quong
Ling was his devoted admirer.
There was no place in the quarter of
which Ming Foo did not have the run.
Every opium joint was to him a home
and a place to lay his head; every
pawnshop was his museum, and the
theater was his especial place of pat
ronage, so that it was with no difficul
ty that he gained for himself and fol
lower admission to this place of amuse
ment. He strutted across the stage and
to the dressing room behind, and got
in people's way, and bullied the actors,
and finally disappeared in the depths
below—and the fact was not even no
ticed.
Among rows upon rows of masks—
whole heads,"some of them, in fact
racks of swords, miniature pagodas
thrones and ancient armor, they re
eled undisturbed, and Ming Foo pulled
and hauled the things about until final
ly he found these articles he should
need—not a great deal, a papier mache
mask of hideous design and extraordi
nary proportions and a few yards of
yellow silk. Nor was the removal of
these things without detection in the
smallest degree difficult nor beyond hir
resources.
The next thing was surreptitious])
to possess themselves of a bunk in the
rear of Mow Gum's store without the
knowledge of Sam Louie. This also was
accomplished, though barely before the
shutters were put up for the night.
After a long wait, Ming Foo cau
tiously put aside a corner of the mat
and slipped to the floor. Then he drew
Quong Ling down beside him and they
listened a moment, reached into the
bunk lor the package which they had
brought from the theater, tiptoed out
of the sleeping room and made their
way into the store.
"Here, this il do," Ming Foo whis
pered, selecting a place behind a low
pile of boxes. “Now, let's tie this mask
to you, and you are not to say a word
til! I tell you to squeal; then, do it as
loud os you can; as loud as you can,”
he repeated, nervously.
The mask, which wras almost three
feet m height, had two green horns at
its top. To each of the horns Ming Foo
tied a little bunch of punks, which he
lighted; 'as the pungent aroma floated
through the room and mingled with
the vegetable and animal odors, hi
gave three little perfunctory bobs ot
his head. Next he tied, as best he
could in the dark, this high mask to
the body of his assistant.
They both warmed to the work and
forgot tc be alraid. Ming Foo took out
a whole bunch of matches, spat upon
them, rubbed the heads of matches,
spat upon them, rubbed the heads with
his fingers, and then transferred
phosphorescence to the face of the
mask with quick, uneven little dabs.
Shuffle, shuffle, approaching steps
without came to their ears distinctly.
1 In front of the door some one halted,
and even to the spot where the trem
bling boys stood the low whisperings
. carried.
Rap, bang! The pounding of the door
reveruerated through the room like a
S clap of thunder.
“Who's there?" came from the liner
j room. With a lighted candle in his
hand which showed his sleep-swollen
■ face and eyes, Sam Louie came shuf
fling out.
"Who’s there?" he demanded, suspi
ciously, as he laid a hand upon the bar
of the door. Ming Foo could see, for
he had climbed up a little way on the
boxes for that purpose.
“Mow Gum. Open quickly,” came
the prompt response, in a low tone.
Sam Louie half turned the bar, but,
not all convinced, threw it back into
place.
“How am I to know that it is Mow
Gum?” he asked.
In answer to this there was a half-im
patient oath. “Open, Sam Louie. Am
I, Mow Gum, your employer, to be kept
in the street and denied admission to
my own place?”
in his growing excitement, Ming1
Foo climbed to top of the boxes. Sam
Louie, evidently satisfied, threw down
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while. Silently, almost instantly, four
villainous highbinders swarmed
through the opening. Now that it was
too late, Sam Louie saw the awful
mistake that he had made. He gave a
low. animal-like cry; the candle clat
tered to the floor; he tried to turn and
run, l.ut a ready hand reached for him.
One of them pressed the sharp point
of a knife against his throat.
“Where is the key? Key to the safe,"
another demanded.
In answer Sam Louie tried to kick.
“Press it in.” was the command. The
man with the knife dug it viciously
into the prostrate man’s neck.
The rather uncertain light of the
street Wickered in through the open
door and made it all quite plain to
Ming Foo.
"Now—when I say scream, do it
loud.” he whispered. Hoisting Quong
Ling upon his shoulders he ciiised him
till just the horns with the burning
punks were on a level with the tops ol
the boxes.
"If he oon’t tell, drive thd knife cleai
in,” was the impatient command thej
; heard, and it was instantly answered
I by a moan of pain from Sam Louie.
"Now!” prompted Ming Foo. .
And such a scream as it was! A
• scream of screams, in which there was
| all the voice and all the terror ol
Quong Ling, who could see nothing.
! and who had frightened himself by his
i own voice.
Sam Louie groaned, "A spirit!”
"A devil! A devil!” howled the oth
! era, standing still to stare.
With a yell of fear from the intrud
ers they scrambled and fell over them
selves and each other in an effort tc
get into the street. Sam . Louie had
fainted, or he, too, would probably have
gone.
Then came the triumphant hour ol
| Ming Foo, for, calmly setting Quong
| Ling on the floor, he made haste to bai
! the dcor. Then he danced a mad, elfir
dance and waved his battered cap aloft
and shouted.
For many nays yet to come It wll
be tol l how the household devil of Sarr
Louie came to his assistance and pu'
to flight, four of the most desperati
fighters of the Ping Kong tong.
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