Part 3 (2/2)

When late one night that winter, a high wind booming from the north and was.h.i.+ng the snow-dusted Pell Street houses with its cutting blast, f.a.n.n.y came home with a jag, a chill, and a hacking cough, and went down with pneumonia seven hours later, Nag Hong Fah was genuinely sorry. He turned the management of his restaurant over to his brother, Nag Sen Yat, and sat by his wife's bed, whispering words of encouragement, bathing her feverish forehead, changing her sheets, administering medicine, doing everything with fingers as soft and deft as a woman's.

Even after the doctor had told him three nights later that the case was hopeless and that f.a.n.n.y would die-even after, as a man of constructive and practical brain, he had excused himself for a few minutes and had sat down in the back room to write a line to Yung Quai, his divorced wife in San Francisco, bidding her hold herself in readiness and including a hundred dollars for transportation-he continued to treat f.a.n.n.y Mei Hi with the utmost gentleness and patience.

Tossing on her hot pillows, she could hear him in the long watches of the night breathing faintly, clearing his throat cautiously so as not to disturb her; and on Monday morning-he had lifted her up and was holding her close to help her resist the frightful, hacking cough that was shaking her wasted frame-he told her that he had reconsidered about little f.a.n.n.y.

”You are going to die,” he said placidly, in a way, apologetically, ”and it is fitting that your daughter should make proper obeisance to your departed spirit. A child's devotion is best stimulated by grat.i.tude. And little f.a.n.n.y shall be grateful to you. For she will go to a good American school and, to pay for it, I shall sell your possessions after you are dead. The white jade bracelet, the earrings of green jade, the red sables-they will bring over four thousand dollars. Even this little bauble”-he slipped the glittering bracelet from her thin wrist-”this, too, will bring a few dollars. Ten, perhaps twelve; I know a dealer of such trifles in Mott Street who-”

”Say!”

Her voice cut in, raucous, challenging. She had wriggled out of his arms. An opaque glaze had come over her violet-blue eyes. Her whole body trembled. But she pulled herself on her elbows with a terrible, straining effort, refusing the support of his ready hands.

”Say! How much did yer say this here bracelet's worth?”

He smiled gently. He did not want to hurt her woman's vanity. So he increased his first appraisal.

”Twenty dollars,” he suggested. ”Perhaps twenty-one. Do not worry. It shall be sold to the best advantage-for your little daughter-”

And then, quite suddenly, f.a.n.n.y burst into laughter-gurgling laughter that shook her body, choked her throat, and leaped out in a stream of blood from her tortured lungs.

”Twenty dollars!” she cried, ”Twenty-one! Say, you poor cheese, that bracelet alone'll pay for lil f.a.n.n.y's eddycation. It's worth three thousand! It's real, real-gold an' diamonds! Gold an' diamonds! Yung Long gave it to me, yer poor fool!” And she fell back and died, a smile upon her face, which made her look like a sleeping child, wistful and perverse.

A day after his wife's funeral Nag Hong Fah, having sent a ceremonious letter, called on Yung Long in the latter's store. In the motley, twisted annals of Pell Street the meeting, in the course of time, has a.s.sumed the character of something epic, something Homeric, something almost religious. It is mentioned with pride by both the Nag and the Yung clans; the tale of it has drifted to the Pacific Coast; and even in far China wise men speak of it with a hush of reverence as they drift down the river on their painted house-boats in peach-blossom time.

Yung Long received his caller at the open door of his shop.

”Deign to enter first,” he said, bowing.

Nag Hong Fah bowed still lower.

”How could I dare to?” he retorted, quoting a line from the ”Book of Ceremonies and Exterior Demonstrations,” which proved that the manner is the heart's inner feeling.

”_Please_ deign to enter first,” Yung Long emphasized, and again the other gave the correct reply: ”How should I dare?”

Then, after a final request, still protesting, he entered as he was bidden. The grocer followed, walked to the east side of the store and indicated the west side to his visitor as Chinese courtesy demands.

”Deign to choose your mat,” he went on and, after several coy refusals, Nag Hong Fah obeyed again, sat down, and smiled gently at his host.

”A pipe?” suggested the latter.

”Thanks! A simple pipe of bamboo, please, with a plain bamboo mouthpiece and no ornaments!”

”No, no!” protested Yung Long. ”You will smoke a precious pipe of jade with a carved amber mouthpiece and crimson ta.s.sels!”

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