They are never weaned from the worship of Confucius or Tao, or Buddha7, as the case may be, but don’t you see when a Chinese wants to learn the language of the people with whom he lives, it is very nice to have as a teacher a nice looking girl, and the English of the Bible is no different than any other English. So, by saying he has foresworn the gods and the
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faith of his fathers, he gets his education directly from the red lips of a daughter of the white devils, and sometimes he puts on the finishing touches by marrying her.
Can you beat it?
Much he thinks of women, for in that Empire from whence he comes a woman is a chattel8, a bit of merchandise, worth so much in money or goods, as the case may be, and he buys her as a white man buys a horse. She is his wife, his mistress, or his servant, and the price fluctuates accordingly.
When Yen9 Gow, the slickest Oriental that ever cooked a pill, hit Mott street for the first time, he noticed that there were very few women of his race in the colony, and being a man who made money, no matter by what means, he considered it was an evil that he was in duty bound to remedy. He had a varied10 career, and among other things being an expert, he had taught American women how to smoke “hop11.”
Incidentally, it is pat to say here that Yen Gow represents a man and not a dummy12, and that this story is absolutely true in every detail and is very far removed from fiction.
If you haven’t what you want, get it, is a maxim13 practiced by a certain class of people in all countries in the world whose methods, both from a moral as well as a legal standpoint, are not considered to be exactly right. So being shy one female of his own blood and color, Yen took a 3,000 mile ride to ’Frisco to remedy the defect. No one knows just how deep he had to dig for that slant-eyed lady, dressed in the clothes of a boy, whom he smuggled14 into the top floor of a Mott street tenement15 one night. But it was his investment,
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and he spent his money like another man would buy ground or buildings.
He fitted the room up with couches and curtains and furniture, but first of all he fitted a good, strong lock to the door that couldn’t be tampered16 with either from the inside or outside unless one had the key. There was only one key and he had it. When you buy property that has feet you are not inclined to take chances.
Having attended to all of the details that he considered necessary, and frightened the lady by telling her that the people of New York were cannibals who liked nothing better than Mongolian flesh, he began to do business.
He first lounged into the fan-tan joint17 of Hop Lee on Pell street.
“Have you ever heard of Moy Sen?” he asked.
“Moy Sen; who is she?”
“Who is she? Were you born yesterday? There are three hundred and twenty girls in ’Frisco, and they are as little like Moy Sen as the earth is like the sun. Why, the viceroy of the Shang-tuan province heard of her and sent an envoy18 with nothing to do but look at her and if she was what they said she was, to bring her back even if it cost him ten thousand taels.”
“Did he get her?”
“Can a child get a rainbow? She heard he was coming, so she dressed in the clothes of a working boy and ran away to New York.” He stepped a little closer and whispered: “She is here now.”
Then he cunningly told his story, and when he had finished he had made it clearly understood for what purpose she was here, and added further that being
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an utter stranger she had placed herself under his care.
“Now, if you care to see her I will take you.”
Nothing could be simpler—nor plainer.
In figuring up his profits—which were large—Yen Gow got into the habit of multiplying them by two, and then mentally cursing himself because he had not bought two slaves instead of one. With no conscience and no morals, he was a thing of stone whose only thought was the easy acquirement of money. If, by cutting off a finger or an ear from his chattel he could have increased her value, he would have done it with as little compunction as lopping off a chicken’s head.
When the money didn’t come in fast enough he took to beating her, and it wasn’t long before the slim, brown body of the girl began to take on bluish spots where the knots in the rope had struck and left their imprint19. She had never known there was such a thing in the world as love, but she began to hate with a fierceness and vindictiveness20 that any woman is capable of when she has been wronged, no matter of what race or nationality she may be.
Revenge follows closely on the heels of a woman’s hate, and it is always deadly. One woman can hate another woman and still smile on her as if she was the dearest and best friend in the world, while she is waiting to let go her poisoned shaft21. But she has no smiles for the man she hates any more than a cat will purr when it has just had an encounter with a dog.
Many a night when the sightseeing crowds were going through Chinatown’s streets the girl looked at her captor, and let her tapering22 hand slip inside the loose fold of her silk blouse until it caressed23 the jade24
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handle of a long, thin and keen-edged blade. If he had known how near death he was he would have put his back against the wall and pulled out that big American revolver he always carried in his sash. But not knowing he went along with his head up in the clouds.
Because her heart was the heart of a woman she stopped feeling for the knife and set her mind on other things, such as any caged animal would under the circumstances. It was finally concentrated on the key—that slim piece of metal which he never let out of his keeping day or night. It gave her courage to live the life she was leading, and the thought spurred her on, for at last she had an object.
The long, lean, gray wolf of the prairies will follow its prey25 for days. Hungry and thirsty and tired it will trail like a shadow, never once deviating26 from the heels of its victim. Through snow, and rain, and sleet27, and wind, surmounting28 all obstacles it will stay until the end, and the end to the wolf always means the feast.
Somewhere in the veins29 of this Chinese girl there must have been one drop of wolf blood, for once she set her mind upon the possession of that key she never wavered. It was before her night and day. She planned a thousand ways to get it, but never one was right. She watched him with furtive30 eyes, but for all the good it did, she might just as well have been looking out of the window of the dreary31 brick wall of the other building.
Once when he was sleeping she crept silently to his side and felt for the inner pocket of his blouse. Slight as was her touch he must have felt it, for he moved uneasily and she fluttered to the floor like a leaf from a
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falling tree. She tried again, but with the same result.
But out of what seems certain failure often comes success.
“I am hungry; get me something to eat quick,” he demanded when he awoke in the morning.
She started up and set about her work while he walked over to the table to get his water pipe. As she passed back and forth32 from cupboard to stove her glance fell upon the couch where he had slept, and for one brief moment it seemed as though she was going to fall. A sudden weakness came into her knees and it was with a great effort that she kept from crying out, for there in plain view was the key. In an instant she had it, and she had taken the first and easiest step to freedom.
He smoked, then ate, then smoked again, but this last time it wasn’t tobacco that soothed33 him—it was opium, and when at last his drowsy34 eyes closed she was by the door pushing the key into the socket35. It turned the lock. Then she opened the door, passed out and locked it on the outside. She ran down the steps as if she was pursued; out on the street, when the thought of those white devils—those eaters of human flesh—halted her in terror. But no one spoke36 to her and she was reassured37. Across the way she saw the sign of a temple, and she made for it as a shipwrecked sailor makes for land. She went up one flight of very dark and very dirty stairs and then saw a half-opened door. She peeped in. The room was empty, but at the back were the images of the gods she knew in China; before them was the shrine38, and back of them was the sacred place where no one dared go.
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But nothing is sacred where terror is, and before ten seconds of time had been ticked off by the clock on the wall she was nestling at the heels of Kwon Guet, the God of Might, the safest spot in all the quarter.
If you will notice when you visit a Chinese joss house you will observe that there is nothing thin nor weak about the keeper. He looks like a man who loves the good things of life and gets them, too. His life is one of ease and he feasts like a nabob. When a Chinese wants a favor from a joss he first sends offerings of food. These are put in fine dishes and placed on the altar. Then he prays, and begs that this feast be accepted in the same spirit in which it is sent. He may believe or he may not believe that that thing of wood eats what he has left, but the keeper knows and waxes fat. Many a time has he smacked39 his lips over a sucking pig, roasted to a turn, and chickens are on his daily bill of fare.
Two hours after the girl had gone through the open door the keeper awoke. He yawned and then stretched himself, leisurely40. He was in no hurry, for he knew there was a breakfast awaiting for him on the altar, and it was such a breakfast as a man of his distinction was entitled to. He knew to a grain of rice what had been put there the night before just as he had known it for years.
Presently he was ready and he sauntered out of his little room with no unseemly haste. The wick in the vessel41 of olive oil was burning with a steady glow and the faces of the gods were as placid42 and emotionless as the day they left the carver’s shop in Pekin.
“Ai yei.”
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He rubbed his eyes and stepped back a pace in alarm.
One of the dishes was empty. It was as bare and clean as the palm of his hand. He ran back to the room in the rear and roughly woke his assistant.
“You have eaten before me, you swine,” he shouted.
“Eaten?” queried43 the other. “I have not eaten since yesterday.”
“Come and look then.” Together they both went, and when they arrived at the altar another dish had been taken.
The keeper looked up at the stolid44 countenance45 of Kwon Guet, saw a shred46 of the white meat of a chicken and a grain of rice on his lower lip, and then dropped face downward on the floor as if he had been shot.
He grovelled47 in abject48 terror while the assistant gazed at him with wondering eyes, until he, too, looked up, saw the same sight, and then he went down beside his master. There they both lay until combining their courage, they crept fearfully backward beyond the range of the vision of those green jade eyes.
“It is a curse,” whispered the keeper, and the other nodded his head, too frightened to speak.
That was only the beginning, for as fast as the offerings were brought they disappeared, and nothing was left but empty dishes. For eight days this continued, and then, on the night of that day, the keeper, grown bold, found the desire to see a god eat growing in his heart. So when the lights in the shops had gone out and the noises in the street had died down to whispers, he went out into the darkened temple and sat in a corner with his back against the wall. The flickering49
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lamps burned dimly and cast long shadows across the bare floor and with solitude50 came fear. He looked at the heaped-up dishes hungrily and then at the joss, but the religion of his ancestors held him fast, and what might have been nothing more nor less than a block of wood to another man of another race was something to him that was endowed with the power to pardon and punish or even cause instant death.
Suddenly there came to him a noise like a sigh, long-drawn out and deep, and as he shrunk back still further in his corner he felt the blood in his veins run cold. A dish moved and his lower jaw51 dropped as though he had been stricken with death. Something seemed to wind itself about that bit of crockery and drag it slowly in until it disappeared, but there was no sound. His breath came in gasps52 and he felt as if he would choke. Then he saw the dish replaced with the food gone. Those same unseen hands took another one and still another, but he didn’t see, for he had sagged53 down in a lifeless heap and terror had numbed54 his senses. As he went over he groaned55 aloud, and there was a sudden movement back of the altar which almost caused Kwon Guet to topple over.
At three o’clock in the morning Chuck Connors, with his hands thrust deep in his trousers pockets, was walking along Mott street, homeward bound, when a Chinese girl came running out of the joss house door. So great was her speed that she almost collided with him.
“Ha, there, git onto yerself,” said Chuck, putting up his hands to fend56 off an imaginary blow: “wot are yer tryin’ ter do—shoot de shoots?”
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“Velly much aflaid,” said the girl, looking behind her.
“Well, wot de yer t’ink uv dat,” said Chuck, “Who’s chasin’ yer, anyhow?” and he took a step toward the doorway57.
But she wouldn’t have it that way, and taking hold of his arm she almost dragged him away from the place. Chuck knows a little Chinese and a lot of pidgin-English, and he managed to get some kind of a story out of the girl, and then he took her home and put her in the care of Mrs. Chuck until the morning. The next day she was taken to a mission house in Brooklyn, where she stayed until one night when a sporty laundryman smuggled her away to Savannah, Ga.
The joss-house keeper buys his grub now, and he’s looking a bit thin. Incidentally he pays more attention to the temple than ever before.
So, you see, good comes out of everything.
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