. The yellow angel. ng you little manchild? She laughed softly as she tossed the blanketentirely aside. Two men childs! she proclaimed trium-phantly. Now you likey me heap much—pletty sure—all time ? THE BLACK LILT IN the old quarter of Los Angeles Celestialswere waiting for Chinese New glad season was at hand when both old andyoung make merry. Only San Lu, theBlack Lily, was disconsolate. She waslonely and fat and sick. At last everyoneignored her existence, while even Moon Dee,the slave girl, stayed long upon the Lu heard festive, holiday noises withanger. IWhy was she fo
. The yellow angel. ng you little manchild? She laughed softly as she tossed the blanketentirely aside. Two men childs! she proclaimed trium-phantly. Now you likey me heap much—pletty sure—all time ? THE BLACK LILT IN the old quarter of Los Angeles Celestialswere waiting for Chinese New glad season was at hand when both old andyoung make merry. Only San Lu, theBlack Lily, was disconsolate. She waslonely and fat and sick. At last everyoneignored her existence, while even Moon Dee,the slave girl, stayed long upon the Lu heard festive, holiday noises withanger. IWhy was she forgotten? Her Chi-nese shoes shuffled wearily when she tried towalk and her breath came hard. The hand ofa devil was pressing against her heart. In agold lacquer box were black pills, now San Lusonly consolation. She took one. On the walla niirror, enriched on either side by embroi-dered silk banners, reflected her dull, bloatedface. She was no longer beautiful. Twolight streaks marked the center of the Black 224. jy^OON DEE, the slave girl. THE BLACK LILY 225 Lilys painted cheeks; yet to-day she did notrepair the ravage of hot tears. She was toosick and forlorn to care about anything buttemporary relief, and that came with a blackpill. Although she had paid the great DoctorFaun much money, he would not remove thedevils hand. No merciful joss listened to herappeal when she burned many prayer-papersand rich offerings. Life had grown stupid and hard to San approach of Chinese New Year broughther only strange, desolate yearning. Outside,the day was crisp, charged with ozone from dis-tant snow-peaks while the old quarter seemedfreshened in view of an idle week to come. Lito San Lus best room where Orientalclutter expressed wealth and former state,there came no fresh breath of air. All wastightly closed and stifling. On a carved teak-wood table stood a Canton bowl filled withstones that held upright clusters of Chineselilies blooming amid tall green stalks. Sick-ening, hol
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