Yung gave the box a sling in angry terror and the sticks scattered all over the dirty floor of the temple. All but one which somehow rem: ed in the box, Tremblingly, the distracted coolie picked it up, number said that he would have fortune if he ceased to harbor will against any one. But he had not shaken that stick out. Worse and worse. Now where was he?
He wandered out of the temple in a daze and stumbled to his rickshaw.
Absently Yung picked up his shafts end plodded toward the bus-stop, his nose toward the ground and dejecbling crazily behind on him its skewed wheel.
Despair wrung his soul dry when c found that his n would sh ye to have a new wheel. He paid for the repair with almost his last dollar, crawled between the shafts end red out with little hope of getting any fares, It as evening now and he had not earned a single cent this day. He had had only bad luck. Bad joss! Bad joss!
Again Yung Ho placed his rickshaw in the rank and walked dev toward the bus-stop. He nerved himself to shout with the others in the attempt to attract attention particularly of the foreigners, They seemed to pick every puller except him. All the passengers were off now. No, there was one more coring down from the upper deck. Perhaps if he could out-yell the others.
Horrors! It was that same foreign devil who had given him bad joss with that mysterious, evil sign. Yung stiffened ana stared, mouth open and eyes popping.
The foreigner stepped off the bus and looked about him. Then his s fell on Yung Ho. He took off his glasses and merciful Buddha. was he going to do it again? Yes. He stretched forth his hand toward the terror-stricken coolie and. made that same devil-born sign again. And again Yung Ho let out and awful yell and ran. He heard pounding footsteps behind him had—now may the gods have mercy—the foreign devil was running after him.
Strength drained out of Yung's legs like water from a leaky bucket. The foreign devil's hand was on his shoulder now.
"Wait" commanded this nemesis. "I want to talk to you." Yung now realized that all life was hopeless. Nothing could be worse than this. He stopped. "Why did you yell and run this noon when I motioned to you and why, for heaven's sake, did you do the same thing again this evening? I want to know." He spoke in Shanghai dialect with the usual atrocious foreign accent, but Yung understood him.
He looked the stranger over. Somehow he did not seem quite so forbidding-looking without his dark glasses. Yung decided to tell everything.
"Well, TI be damned!" ejaculated the foreigner when Yung had finished. "Who would ever have thought so much evil could come of so simple in act, Somehow, I feel I owe you something. I've had a good day today; here's $10. That will help remove some of your "bad joss." And as for that mysterious sign, I was merely motioning you to turn round so I could see the number on Our back. Otherwise I might not be sure which coolie I had told to bring his rickshaw." ist's Punishment The story of a Russian woman who married a private in a Worcestershire regiment and wk found when came to England that he had mitted bigamy was told at War Assizes retently. The soldier, now a niner, was Edward Barlow (27), and he pleaded guilty to a charge of committing bigamy at Nuneaton, states the "Manchester Guardian."
Mr. Justice Goddard described the case as an unfortunate triangle, and confessed that he did not know how to deal with it. J Mr, D. Finnemore, prosecuting, said that Barlow married his lawful wife, who was a Russian subject, in October, 1936, at the British Consulate at Tientsin, China. He came back to England and told her he would send her the money to follow him, but did not do so. The woman was, however, brought to England, an her husband at Bed' her he had married again.
When charged before gistrate Barlow said: "I think the marriage in China was legal, but I realise now I was wrong."
Mr, Finnemore said Barlow's lawful wife was being supported by public assistance authorities. She was living with Barlow's sister at Bedworth.
The Judge (to Barlow): What do you propose to do about these two women?—I want to keep the second one if I can.
Binding Barlow over, the Judge said: "You have two women to keep, and that is about the worst punishment you can have, I think." tion in his soul.
He was brought back rudely to mundane affairs by a smart whack from a Sikh's baton.
"Get that thing away from her the.officer snapped at him in Shanghai dialect, "you know you are not supposed to bring your shaw this near the bus-stop.
"Yes, I know," Yung almost whimpered,."I did not think."
"Well, just to make you think the next time. I will take your cushion." Yellow teeth grinned at the poor coolie through a black beard.
"Oh. please."
"Silence! You can get it back at the police station by paying 50 cents. Get along now."
Foreign Devil's Evil Sign Yung obeyed with mechanical aerify, but his heart went down eto his intestines. Already the foreign devil's evil sign was beginning to get on its nefarious work. Perhaps he had had as much good luck as One man was allowed and from now on his fortunes would go down and not been for the presence of Queen Mary in the theatre. Their efforts next morning to pass on their con-stomation to the public were amusing. One wrote: "I am still left uily gasping at Dame Marie Tempest's use of a word " Another newspaper headed its account of the Royal visit: "A Word Queen Mary Heard followed by significant dashes and a dictionary explanation to indicate the dreadful word The Allotted Span Seventy-two-year-old Dame Marie Tempest is one of the many distinguished. men and women who are living contradictions of the notion that old age begins at 70. After 50 years on the stage Dame Marie has demonstrated her youthfulness by mastering a new medium. Those who heard her, radio performance in Ibsen's "Ghosts" will agree that the actress was mistress of the new tech-unique.
That refusal to retire and "take things easy" when the allotted span is reached is encountered increasingly these days in all walks of life. H. G. Wells shows no. signs of a slackening output, and Shaw is still very much alive. At 79 George Lansbury is setting out on another European tour and can still address five political meetings in one day Lord Bledisloe, another "oyer-seventy" has just returned from an exhaustive tour of unemployed centres in connection with his work as chief of the Council of Social Service.
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