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Pan Demos, v. 1, issue 2, March 1949
Page 29
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The Terrible Wail by D. Kunde Mr. Chung Li was a generally, all-around bad character. Few friends he had, indeed, but many, many enemies. Some of his Chinatown confidents thought sure he had been murdered in bed, and eyed each other suspiciously; others figured he must have died with a bottle in one hand, of whisky, for Chung Li was a chronic alcoholic. Few know the true facts of his death...as I do. It was a cold night, bitter cold, and snow was falling heavily. Chung Li dragged out his dollar watch -- ten o'clock, and nearly two hours since he had had a drink. He paced along up and down the narrow, deserted streets, muttering to himself. Oh, if he only had two dollars to buy a pint with, he could die happy. Just when he thought he was going mad, he heard a sound coming from the opposite direction he was walking. It was an old Model 'T' Ford, and he instantly recognized it and its single occupant: one of his older antagonistic enemies, Pu Sing. He dodged silently and swiftly behind a tree near the curb, and waited for the car to come alongside. As soon as it was parallel with the tree, Chung Li ran into the street and jumped on the running-board. The window on the driver's side was already badly cracked and held together with tape; therefore, it was an easy job for Chung Li to smash it in with the heavy metal handle of his knife. He then screamed at Pu Sing to stop the car or he would most assuredly slit Mr. Sing's throat from ear to ear. The latter bowed to the former's wishes and the car pulled to the curb -- stopped. Chung Li then proceeded to command his enemy to transfer ownership of his wallet and watch. Pu Sing loudly refused and a desperate struggle ensued. In the melee Mr. Sing was stabbed fatally through the heart, and died forthright. 29
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The Terrible Wail by D. Kunde Mr. Chung Li was a generally, all-around bad character. Few friends he had, indeed, but many, many enemies. Some of his Chinatown confidents thought sure he had been murdered in bed, and eyed each other suspiciously; others figured he must have died with a bottle in one hand, of whisky, for Chung Li was a chronic alcoholic. Few know the true facts of his death...as I do. It was a cold night, bitter cold, and snow was falling heavily. Chung Li dragged out his dollar watch -- ten o'clock, and nearly two hours since he had had a drink. He paced along up and down the narrow, deserted streets, muttering to himself. Oh, if he only had two dollars to buy a pint with, he could die happy. Just when he thought he was going mad, he heard a sound coming from the opposite direction he was walking. It was an old Model 'T' Ford, and he instantly recognized it and its single occupant: one of his older antagonistic enemies, Pu Sing. He dodged silently and swiftly behind a tree near the curb, and waited for the car to come alongside. As soon as it was parallel with the tree, Chung Li ran into the street and jumped on the running-board. The window on the driver's side was already badly cracked and held together with tape; therefore, it was an easy job for Chung Li to smash it in with the heavy metal handle of his knife. He then screamed at Pu Sing to stop the car or he would most assuredly slit Mr. Sing's throat from ear to ear. The latter bowed to the former's wishes and the car pulled to the curb -- stopped. Chung Li then proceeded to command his enemy to transfer ownership of his wallet and watch. Pu Sing loudly refused and a desperate struggle ensued. In the melee Mr. Sing was stabbed fatally through the heart, and died forthright. 29
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