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THE GOLDEN BANTAM
By Eva Morse Henricks
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
"And then you pulled his pigtail!"
"Yes, dear, and then all three scam
pered." - -v.
"And the cute little yellow man?"
"Wang Fo? He dropped to his
knees and kissed my hand and said I
was his preserver and gave me the
Little Flora Ward sat in the lap of
her great friend, Alvin Prescott, im
mensely interested in quite a tragic
recital. He was telling her of an en
counter in a dark side street the even
ing before with three sinister China
men. They had backed another yel-low-hued
countryman against a brick
wall. One of the assailants held his
throat in a talon-like clutch. A sec
ond had imprisoned his arms. A third
was advancing to dispatch him with
a glittering steel knife when Prescott
"And what was the golden bantam,
Mr. Prescott?" lisped the interested
Prescott fumbled in his pocket
Eager eyes scanned the odd-looking
pin he drew forth. It represented a
bantam rampant, with curious script
characters on its outspread wings.
"I think the three wicked men were
highbinders, my dear," explained
Prescott, "that is, men belonging to a
cruel society who make a business of
killing people they don't like. Poor
Wang Fo, as he called himself, must
belong to some other secret society.
I suppose the golden bantam is its
emblem, for he kept saying that the
bantam pin 'would make me friends
with all his people.' "
"What a cute little pin it is," said
"Well, you shall have the trinket,"
replied Prescott, and pinned it on a
band of ribbon at her neck.
"Oh, how good you are!" cried
Flora ecstatically, and jumped to the
floor and ran over to where a charm
ing young lady was busy at some
fancv work. "See. Aunt Lydia the
beautiful pin Mr. Prescott has given
"You are spoiling the child, Mr.
Prescott," spoke Miss Ward; but with
an indulgent smile.
He did not reply, but his eyes met
her own with a rapt, longing expres
sion. She read its meaning love
not only for the little one, but for her
self as well. He seemed about to
"I Have Found Her."
speak. The memory of what had fol
Prescott to control his deep emotion,
lowed an offer of marriage caused'
Soon he left the house.
It was hard to be about daily in the
company of the woman he so devot
edly loved and refrain from urging
her to reconsider her decision. It had
been announced in a kindly way, so
considerately, in fact, that Prescott
half believed that but for circum-
1 stances Lydia- might have favored his