The G.o.ds evidently smiled upon him, for his den seemed to be unknown to the police, though they had ferreted out all other resorts of the kind in the city. As there is no "graft" in Washington, and "the Finest" are above reproach, the idea that Ah Moy enjoyed police protection should be dismissed with indignation.
"Ah Moy"s place bore an unsavory reputation even among the saffron-hued residents of Four-and-a-half Street, but its bland proprietor was regarded by the authorities as a particularly inoffensive and law-abiding specimen--his high standing at Bethany proving a very strong card. He was also the head of a powerful secret society, or "tong," and wielded a tremendous influence in the Washington settlement, so his countrymen dared not betray him. There was another, and in its way an equally potent reason why the Chinaman played so well the role of convert. He had fallen desperately in love with Miss Cragiemuir, and to the unconscious girl his antics were puzzling, to say the least. He annoyed her, too, with presents--trifles which she could not well refuse without a scene, for after much surly mumbling he would sulk in his corner like a spoiled child unless she instantly accepted his offerings.
So jars of preserved ginger, hideous ivory images, and trinkets of every description were showered upon her, much to her discomfiture.
"On the afternoon I speak of, Ah Moy, who had eclipsed all previous records for brilliant recitations, became decidedly uneasy as the benediction was being p.r.o.nounced, and when he arose from his knees tapped Miss Cragiemuir gently with his fan.
""Can Ah Moy walk home with pletty lady?" he asked in dove-like tones.
"Now Miss Cragiemuir"s fads were invariably carried through to the last extremity, and Ah Moy"s request, instead of embarra.s.sing her, afforded a thrill of gratification. She felt sure that he yearned for a fuller knowledge of the great truths that had been unfolded in the afternoon"s lesson, and she also felt, with some exaltation of spirit, that her influence over the man was being exerted for much good. So she nodded a pleasant a.s.sent to the delighted Celestial, who blushed and trembled with joy; and a blushing, trembling Chinaman is a sight for the G.o.ds!
""Well, Ah Moy," she said in her best manner, "I hope you will think over what you have learned to-day, ponder it in your heart, and let it be a subject of prayer. I see a great change in you--a change for the better. The good seed has taken root, and my puny efforts will yet bear fruit in due season. Now next Sunday we will take up the wonderful story of "Daniel in the Lion"s Den." That will interest you, I am sure."
""Ah Moy takee up anysing that Missee want," said the Chinaman gallantly. "Ah Moy velly, velly fond of Missee. He no come to Slunday-school at all if teacher no come too! Slunday-school is a great big bluff most allee time--it seem to me. Humbug, eh?"
"This was a staggerer.
""Why, Ah Moy, how perfectly shocking! "Bluff!" "Humbug!" Where did you learn such words? Oh, Ah Moy, you don"t know how much you distress me! I thought better of you than that; I did indeed! What do you come to the school for? Isn"t it because you want to be a better man, and to lead a good and useful life? I certainly thought so. I am disappointed in you, Ah Moy, more than I can say. This is dreadful!"
""Ah Moy rich," he continued, unnoticing; "got plenty money, habee heap house--one in "Flisco, one in San Looey, one here in this city. He want get mallied; lovee gal, "flaid tell her. "Flaid makee mad. Ah Moy bashful!"
""Really?" said Miss Cragiemuir with interest, wondering which of the two or three women at the Mission he meant, "In love! Oh, Ah Moy, how romantic! Who is she? Perhaps I can help you."
""I don"t likee say," replied he coyly.
""How foolish, Ah Moy. Tell me--I will promise not to mention it--not to say a word to any one. Understand?"
""Plomise?" asked he craftily.
""Certainly I will promise. Don"t you think I can keep a secret? Lots of people tell me things--that"s because they trust me. Who do you want to marry? Ah, I believe I know. Isn"t it Hoi Kee?"
""No-o."
""Oo-Chow?"
""No-o."
""Hoi Sing?"
""No-o."
""Well, I declare! Who on earth is it then?"
""Ah Moy want mallie _you_!"
""What?"
"Miss Cragiemuir, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, giggled hysterically. A flush of rage darkened the Chinaman"s sallow features, and his eyes glittered with anger. Had the street been deserted he would have strangled her, then and there, after the pleasing Oriental fashion.
But the time and place were unpropitious.
""Mellican gal makee fun of Ah Moy," he said gruffly. "She think he joke, when allee time he mean velly much what he say!"
"Then the teacher lost her temper.
""How dare you say such a thing to me? Are you crazy? You must be! Don"t you ever talk to me again like that. Do you hear? Leave me--go away! I don"t want you to walk a step further with me! Go home! I hope I will never, never see you again!" and she turned her back on him indignantly.
Ah Moy made no response, but still stuck gamely at her side. She walked faster; so did he, keeping right in line. For a square or so they hurried along. Then she gave it up, slowed down, and said mildly, "I am glad, of course, that you are fond of me, Ah Moy. I want all the members of my cla.s.s to like me. I am trying to do a good part by you, and I hope some day to see you back in your native land leading your people to the light; but you have a great deal to learn yet. Besides," she added thoughtfully, reverting to his unlucky remark, "haven"t you a wife in China?"
""I have _two_ wifee in old countly," replied Ah Moy proudly, "but I have none in "Mellica--not a single wifee--no, not one! Ah Moy want "Mellican wifee, so ba-ad, so ba-ad!" he said plaintively.
"Miss Cragiemuir was seized with a wild desire to shriek with laughter, but she wisely suppressed it. She felt that with the frank avowal of her scholar the end of her usefulness at Bethany was drawing near. It sobered and saddened her.
"Ah Moy accompanied her in sullen silence to the door of the house in K Street. Well-dressed church-goers gazed curiously at the pair, and many facetious remarks were bandied about. Fragments of this found their way to the ear of Major Cragiemuir as he was taking his afternoon airing in the park, and filled him with wrath. The Major is a testy, pompous specimen of the retired army officer, and takes himself very seriously.
His sense of dignity and propriety is never for a moment in abeyance, and covers himself and all his belongings like a pall.
""This thing shall be stopped," he declared, fuming with rage. "I have put up with Janet"s infernal nonsense long enough! I won"t have her the laughing stock of the town! She shall give up this Chinese Sunday-school business at once! But what next, what next?" he groaned "Really, Janet is getting quite beyond me--something decisive will have to be done.
Each new fad is more d.a.m.nable than the other! Will there never be any let up? G.o.d knows I have been a good father, and let her have her own way in everything--nearly everything; but this is going a little too far! If her mother had lived things would have been so different. Ah, me!" And muttering angrily to himself, he whacked the inoffending shrubbery with his cane.
"The old gentleman"s walk was quite spoiled.
"When Miss Cragiemuir and Ah Moy reached the house in K Street the young woman thanked her pupil for his escort, and politely wished him a good afternoon. As she was about to leave him he madly seized her around the waist, exclaiming, "Ah Moy kissee you good-bye!" and tried his best to do so. Miss Cragiemuir screamed, and nearly fainted with fright.
Luckily, the Major turned the corner just at this moment, and speedily took in the situation. He rushed at the Chinaman, hurling him to the pavement, and beat him soundly with his ever-ready stick. Then he bestowed several well-directed kicks upon the prostrate form. Ah Moy scrambled to his feet and fled, closely pursued by the enraged Major; but the nimble-footed c.h.i.n.k managed to make good his escape, darting into a friendly alley, and disappearing.
"The terrified girl hurried into the house, and received shortly afterward from her father a brief, but spirited lecture, which she will long remember. He sternly declared, after touching upon all of her hobbies,--he called them by a stronger name,--that if she continued to give him trouble he would close up the Washington house and live in future at The Oaks, the Cragiemuir place down in Maryland. This dire threat proved most effectual, for Janet hated The Oaks, and she recalled with disagreeable vividness one never-to-be-forgotten year spent there as a child. So she went to her room and wrote to the superintendent at Bethany that a sudden change in her plans would force her to give up her cla.s.s. The letter, a masterpiece in its way, closed with expressions of the deepest regret, and was duly received by the excellent Mr. Bagby, who felt that both Bethany and himself had sustained an irreparable loss.
"But the affair of the Chinaman by no means ended here.
"Ten minutes after his unpleasant encounter with Major Cragiemuir, Ah Moy arrived at his place of business in Four-and-a-half Street, a ma.s.s of bruises, and with a heart full of hatred for his a.s.sailant. Perhaps, after all, the fellow had meant no harm. In his guileless, imitative way he had simply tried to do what he had often seen American young men do.
Had he not frequently observed big Policeman Ryan kiss the red-haired widow who kept the lodging-house around on Missouri Avenue? Did not Muggsy Walker--across the street--salute his sweetheart in the same manner? Ah Moy had many times witnessed what struck him as a most absurd ceremony on the part of the foreign devils; but he had watched them closely, though, and flattered himself that he too could do the proper thing when occasion called for it. He had, in fact, done so, and was beaten for his pains! This was a h--l of a country, anyhow, thought he; after this he would stick to the good old ways of his native land, and have a whole skin to his credit. The teachings of a long line of philosophical ancestors were by no means lost upon this their up-to-date descendant. No more monkey tricks for him!
"On the night of the beating, Ah Moy did not feel equal to presiding over the tables, so the resort was closed for the first time in many months. Down in the dark sub-cellar he soothed his ruffled feelings with a long, quiet smoke, and meditated upon elaborate though somewhat impracticable schemes of revenge as he lay in his bunk.
"Several days later the Chinaman, still sore and in a bad humor, swung himself on a car for Sam Yen"s, whose laundry was some distance up town.
Yen was a quiet, easygoing fellow, and Ah Moy thought it great fun to badger and worry him whenever there was nothing more promising in view.
On this particular morning Ah Moy found Yen shaking with a chill, and almost too weak to drag himself across the room. Sam scarcely replied to his tormentor"s teasing, and the latter was about to leave the place in disgust, when a well-known countenance appeared in the doorway, and Dennis Coogan came in.
"Coogan was Major Cragiemuir"s factotum, and Ah Moy, who had spent many a weary hour opposite the house in K Street waiting to catch a glance of Janet Cragiemuir, knew him by sight. Coogan presented a ticket and demanded his "wash." Sam Yen reached feebly for the pink slip of paper, peered up and down the rows of bundles on the shelves, and finally announced that the garments were not ready, but would be later in the day. Coogan then stalked out, stating that he would call again at five o"clock, sternly warning Sam not to disappoint him. Coogan aped the Major to the life, and Ah Moy, recognizing the caricature, hated him heartily for it. Yet, the Chinaman, sitting behind the counter, with his eyes nearly closed, paid but scanty attention to the customer; but when Coogan left, a look of supreme cunning flitted over his wooden face. He was silent for a few moments, and then, to the surprise and delight of Yen, volunteered to remain and complete the day"s work, urging the sick man to turn in until he felt better. Sam Yen gladly accepted the offer of his kindly disposed countryman, and Ah Moy hurriedly left for his own laundry to get, he said, a very superior polishing iron, promising to return in a few moments. When he found himself on Pennsylvania Avenue near Four-and-a-half Street he entered the tea, spice, and curio emporium of Quong Lee.
"Quong Lee was not only a shrewd merchant, but a skilful chemist as well, and was regarded with deep reverence and esteem by his fellows.
The eminent man, had he been a trifle taller, would have readily been taken for the great Li Hung Chang, spectacles and all; and it was owing as much to this wonderful resemblance as to his wisdom and learning that Chinatown groveled at his feet. He received Ah Moy effusively when the latter, breathless and excited, burst into the stuffy little room at the rear of the shop.
""Welcome, thrice welcome, oh, Beautiful One," said Quong Lee (not in English, but in the liquid dialect of the Shansi region). "It fills my heart with joy to see you. Why have you thus deserted the lifelong friend of your father?"
"Ah Moy smiled sardonically, for he had parted from Quong Lee but at sunrise that morning, after a warm discussion over some of the nicer points of the game, and the old man"s query appealed very strongly to his by no means undeveloped sense of humor.
""Most excellent and revered sage," replied Ah Moy dryly, "pardon the unheard-of negligence, and generously deign to overlook the thoughtlessness of your sorrowing servant--do that; and, Quong Lee, you must help me! Quickly! Quickly! I want a poison such as you can easily distil. A mixture so deadly that the slightest contact with it is fatal!
Give me that, I pray you, and let me go. Hurry! Hurry! I am in haste!"
""You ask much of me, Ah Moy, after your harsh, ill-timed words of the morning," remarked Quong Lee coldly.
""Forget them, O Munificent; forget them," said Ah Moy, deeply contrite. "Carried away by excitement, your abject slave considered but lightly what he then so foolishly said, and now so fervently regrets--and--and--let"s drop this powwow, Quong Lee. I have no time for it! I tell you, man, I am in a hurry!"