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1, // mm. Ik ^sj>k. v K& .THE FATAL STAB. * • ^_— A Fonrtli of Jalv Story. >T is Fourth of July in San Francisco. The clear, blue sky, like a mammoth bowl cut from one 'great turquois and turynecl over he town, Is a background for thousands of Hags floating from the roofs of public buildings and windows or private patriots; All the flags are big. Everything is on a large scale in California, the fruit that is exposed for sale, the great roses that enamored youths are buying for their adored ones. The children are playing In the. streets with mighty torpedoes, that make an explosion calculated to deafen one. Large men, with ample Hadies on their arms, may be seen in •every direction. Immense baskets are ibeing borne to the doors of their cus- .'itomers by grocers, butchers and confectioners. Immense suppers are to be •given tonight, and many happy returns of the glorious Fourth will be drunk in rivers of champagne. Everything Is on 'a large scale but the Chinese, whose small figures and alert movements are in marked contrast to the 'tbulk and size of everything else on which the eye falls. Yet little Washy-Washy balances on •Tils head a clothes-basket that would serve him for a cradle, or in his kitchen —for he is a favorite cook with California housewives—stirs a pot in which he might easily be boiled himself. In the arms of San Francisco sleeps Chinatown, the curious offspring of old China, of which Americans think that they know all that is to be known because they can visit the shops and go Into all the strange places, and, if they are in the humor, make themselves sick with an opium-pipe among opium emoking Chinamen; , Lin Ham is an ordinary dealer. He fceeps no shop. He executes orders for the favored few. In each he puts a surprise—an invention for the day. His are the^qurlous boats, all made of col' pr'ed fir'<v moving on the water, appar- *ntly by means of a stream of fire at f <t£e stern, manned by little men in blue < .aind gold and crimson, and all going •off In a wonderful flash and whiz and ^putter at last. His are those cylinders , which, rising into the air, discharge wonderful sprays and stars and jewels ..Skyward, while at the same time fiery "little acrobats let themselves earth'.ward by golden ropes and only vanish . as they touch the ground, His was the great green dragon that coiled and Hearted moonward, and wrote "July" sort, but if I had, you would not buy them, Min Toko." They arc speaking in Chinese, for Mln Toko, though not a child of Chinese parents, has been brought up by them. You can believe the story that his father was a Russian and his mother a Tartar when you look at him. A little Chinese boatwoman took him from his dying mother's arms and nursed him with her own, somewhere near those quarters where there are English warehouses and the barbarian comes to traffic in tea and porcelain, and he starved and played and swam about with her own, and early in his boyhood came to San Francisco. There he dwelt in Chinatown, and became renowned amongst the showmen of San Franciso for his acrobatic feats. Tonight he is engaged to assist in a performance on the lawn before the mansion of Benson Blashfield, Esq. Mr. Blashfield will have fireworks and a great supper, the crowning feature of which will be the feats of Min Toko, who, amongst other things, "COMffi THE FADS QF A MAN, , feelers it Chaggej I»to. ME ALL YE BUTTERFLIES." throws a rope. Into the air, where it Is caught by some unseen power, sends a kitten up its length until it vanishes from sight, sends a monkey to find it, follows himself and draws the rope up after him, and ten minutes after is heard calling from the inside of a great lacquered, box to be let out, and there he is, indeed, colled up like a great serpent, Ob, there is nothing Min Toko cannot do, and no one ever discovers how he does anything. Now he laughs. "I know you have what I want, or can make it in a twinkling, Lin Ham," he answers. "As for money, 1 am richer than you think. Name your price, I have told you what I want—to kill a man without a knife or a blow or poison—to kill him so that it seems to be done by the hand of Fato; so that no one can suspect me." "Is he a Chinaman?" asks Lin Ham. "He is an American," said Min Toko. "He has taken the woman I love from me. This rich man, to whose house I go to-night, has a daughter, 1 love her. You grin! Why not? I am handsome; I am no Chinaman; I am famous; I am a favorite with the ladies, and she smiled on me, You grin again! Of course, the rich man would say no. I did not mean to ask the rich man, If she Ipved me, that was enough. I could spirit her away where they would never n"Qd us. That is what I mean to do." "You are mad!" says Lin Ham. ' "No," says the acrobat. "She could be won- She can be still, JJI can kill this man." "Po you mean uer father?" cries Lin JJam, "No, To-night they celebrate h.er nwrriage," said tne acrobat. "TC brliJegrQOJn will take her { must k|li him, She will bo for awnije; affenvard is tto Areajj of a — J make in ten minutes wvitld wipe your rival out of existence. But of what avail would it be? Rich American ladies do not marry such as you. Her relatives would kill you if you touched her hand." "I have kissed It thrice when we were alone," says Min Toko. "Yes, I have kissed her hands three times. The next time It should have been her mouth. Let me kill this bridegroom so that she cannot suspect me, and it shall be yet. Look!" He thrusts his hand into the bosom of his tunic and draws forth a pouch. "See!" he whispers, piling bank notes before Lin Ham. "How much for that toy?" The eyes of the old man glitter. He gathers up the heap In his claw-like hands, and says, slowly: "This sum makes me have enough with which to return to China and live there happy for the rest of my life. After all, what does one more dead barbarian matter? But I will tell you this: Unless you can make your rival take the toy In his own hands, it is useless." "I can manage that," Min Toko replies. The old Chinese goes to a little -ecess in the room, before which hangs a beaded screen, and comes back, nold- ing in his hand a curious kite. "You fly It like any other kite," he explains. "When at its full length, you begin to call: 'Come down, butterfly!' A butterfly descends the cord and Hies away. 'Follow rose!' you say. A rose glides down the string and drops to ashes. 'Come down, pretty mouse!' you call next. The mouse descends and runs up your shoulder and is gone. Then you call for a blue bird, for a white bird, for a red bird, for a yellow bird, a green bird. Thus it might c.nd with the applause of the people. But let me work upon this kite ten minutes longer and add one trifle more, and then there will be something else to see. Then you may call aloud: 'Come to me out of the sky, bright star.' And far above you you may see a star ,hine, bright as any in the heavens. At this moment, he whom you wish to kill must hold the cord, for that star brings death. As it touches the man's breast life departs from him. Mark me well, the other things that come down the cord are innocent as drops of dew. The star is fatal." "I understand," replies Mln Toko. "Hasten with your work, Lin Ham." A little later the old Chinese puts into the hands of the younger man a paper box covered.with shining roses, butterflies and birds, and says to him; "Min Toko, the great performer, you have bought of me a pretty kite, which brings down from heaven the birds of the air, and the flowers the spirits pluck. For all I know, you may'coax the stars down its cord also. It is well f%6ft fcaS blSfi tftfi flsfial f*ceptida, tfa* ftgflal display of gorgeous presents, A fin6 band haS beeft playing, firofeSsiotial dancers have done their part; flow they are feady for Mitt T6ko and his per* fofjfiancrs. The whdle lawn is flooded with electric light, and, In mighty tents, all decorated with roses, they are setting forth a least. The bride and bridegroom sit upon a S6ft Qt throne that seems made of oraiite blossoms. Tiers of seats, occupied by eedple In evening dress, surround the lawn, leaving an «chway thfOUgh Which the tieffOfmera enter. It Is oppdslte the btldal-thfotte-, and, as Mln Toko basses through, bow- Ing and smiling, his eyes meet those of the bride, and he seems to give he* special greeting. , Standing In the midst o! the elfcM, he begins to gather, ffom n e f v £ fl knows where, White roses, of which he makes a mighty ball, how, too one caft guess. This he throws toward, the throne. As it floats in the air It opens and forth flies a little pink Cupid, Who flings kisses abroad and flies skyward and Is gone. Thunders of applause follow this compliment to the bride, and tben the little boy-in-waitihg on Mia Toko brings In the chairs, the tables, the fans, the wands, the boxes, and th» show begins. It is sufficient to say that the man seems to be able to over^ come the laws of gravitation, to stand upon nothing, to fold himself up like a foot-rule, to put himself away in spaces that seem impossible; and to do all tills gracefully, with beautiful accessories. The bride's eyes never leave him. Mln Toko did not boast falsely. Though his position and residence in Chinatown seem to her to place him as far beneath her as though she were an empress and he a serf, she has always admired him Intensely, and she knows that he is In love with her. She has often wished that he were of her raca and kind. He has been made a sort of pet amongst the Callfornlans before whom he has performed, and he has had opportunities to speak a few words to her and. as he said, to kiss her hand thrice. To-night she feels that sh& bids him adieu and to-night he fascinates her strangely. When at last, as usual, he Inquires if any two of the audience will assist tWhat tfoll American to-day F6els not the blood leap W his veins As stirring scenes of '76 Ate brought to mind, though 'peac6 fcow reigns Where o'er a hundred years ago The firiton came in fierce array, And strove this land of oura to hold . 'Neath England's hard, relentless swayi But sttfely 'twas not thus to be! A higher Power ruled over alls i And oUt bf war's grim, wrinkled irom We merged, despite its gloomy pall, As gallant freeinen fought for right, . And Wisdoms all far-seeing eye Beheld a future for our land For which the patriot dared to die. Their precious blood was freely given. Upon their country's altar shed; And now We glory In the deeds Of our departed, honored dead. To Washington, the great and true, • • And all his brave, victorious host, We homage pay with glad acclaim, And in their memory make our boast. Thus on this day of all the year Columbia's brightest stars may shine To tell of Independence won, While low we bow at Freedom'- shrine. And as the rolling years go by, And added glory crowns our land, Still brighter may their memory grow Who first led Freedom's holy band. C. R feftfc-K aoftjlittd lof tJt6M8i; flftttfcf^ tears a resident ol YAnktoSj S. D., Wt.fetf-, m6r friends And ac'daamtantfM tnr'otffrfis^,'- Iowa, Illinois ftfad Wlticmisui' Ml', t*V fclad to learn, has been ctifred,, aftg?-/ thiftv years of worry 4 , and gttffeHjM caused by an epithelial fciincer -»WcB '• involved both lips, alfco paft of th6 left cheek, having entirely efttefl dway th«,, corner of the mouth and extended inside. . Mr Brooks haS( in th6 pBst ten jreafrB, vlsit&o several of the eastern eities ( having had five, different operations performed, •without fts. ceiving any benefit, expending ih pidt&s- slonal services and other expenses eofi* nected with the case, over fottf thousand dollars. Dr. J. H. Keyes, the cancer special* s * now connected with the Des Moln&a C* icer Cure Co., did the work which has re- suited in a cure. The Cancer, or ex-cfife- cence may be seen at the company's offics in fies Molnes. Des Molnes Oancer Cuts Company, 805 Observatory Building. • • A I'afcnt's Advantage. "A child," said the oracuiaf young tnan, "can ask questions & wise man cannot an- cixrAt* *^ . ' • "There's one satisfaction," said the man of the family, "he caii't ask very* many of them Without gettlug-Seflt to bed." "I PJB FOR. YOU." made. If any accident happens, tn&t is the fault of others, ppt mine. I am not responsible." «I absolve yo» from aU responsibility, " " Wft Toko, lie throws htm In some closing performances, she whispers to her bridegroom: "Come, Arthur, let us go." And the young man replies. "Awfully bad form; but if you wish it, of course." It is a look that Min Toko has given her that makes her do this thing, and the bridegroom hands her down into the center of the lawn, and they three stand together there. "Will you be pleased to help me fly this kite, sir?" says Min Toko to the bridegroom, as he flings into the air thij thing we know of. "See, this is how!" The kite darts upward swiftly in a. moment. Its brilliant breast is no longer visible. Only a long copper- colored cord shimmers in the air from Min Toko's hand moonward. "Come to me all ye butterflies!" he cries. "Come! Come!" And down the cord sweep a myriad butterflies and cover the performer's bosom and vanish. "Little mouse!" he cries. "Come, little mouse!" and whistles exquisitely. And the little gray mouse creeps down, sits on his shoulder and is gone. "And now, sir," Mln Toko says, with a bow to the groom and a smilo to the bride, "if you like you may call a blue bird and a white bird, a red bird, a yellow bird, a green bird, and after that one of the stars from heaven." And he puts the cord into*the bridegroom's hand, who calls loudly: "Here, you blue bird, come if you can!". And there Is a blue bird and amidst shouts of merriment, and while the bride claps her little palms and showers smiles about her, the birds of all colors come down. The green bird has arrived and disappeared, when suddenly the bride puts forth her hand playfully and snatches the cord from the bridegroom's hand. "You shan't have all the fun," she says, with a pretty pout, "I intend to call the star down myself. Ah, how the cord pulls! No, you shan't touch it. I will dp it alone. What dp you say, Min Toko? 'Brightest star of heaven come to me!' Is that right?" She beams on him and lifts her sweet, shrill voice and calls alpud, and far up In the sky appears a great diamond star, that shimmers and glows as it comes earthward. And, with one wile" spring, Mi» Toko snatches the cord from the bride's hand, saying some' thing that she only hears as ho does so, and pushing her fiercely from him so that she falls into her bridegroom's arms. Then the star is upon Min Toko's breast and be lies upon the ground, and the gaudy kite flutters down and lies beside him; and those wno gather about him 3ee that he is dead, with the fearful burn of electricity upon his bosom. The kite must have attracted It, they say, Plainly, when he snatched it from the brl4e's hand, he saw that there was danger. Fpor fellow! How brave! How noble! There ar e n° wore festivities that night, gf course—np feast, no fireworks. AU night tUe bride weeps bitterly, and when, in the morning, her bridegroom b.ea,rs, her away, she is still Broken-hearted., The words that Mln Toko whispered as he snatched, the fatal cpr4 from fee* are still ringing \n her ears. She wli? never repeat them, to any one* Put ene can never forget them, They were: my love! I die for you! 1 ' A GENTLEMAN OF J 76. He cut a gallant figure In bonnie buff and blue; A goodly sight his buckles bright, And primly powdered queue! 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