IDENTIFIESONEATTACKERS“(iKNTLIlMAN C'fli H)K” f \SIKTSIT’S ALL A MIST A KE.Hut ( hinese (hop Suey (lief Is INvsi-ti\e in Identification—Still Suffers From Wounds.Arlie Smith had been reposing gently In his cell at the city jell yesterday afternoon. All of a sudden he heard the metallic clang of the door and in walked Jung Ling and Patrolman Morrison. The celestial gazed around over the prisoners and then espied Smith. He Jumped up, clapped both hands in delight and shouted: “Alie Samee tmga good young man who hi tee mee, ohokee mee, stealee alia my money.Tt rather astounded A rile, or at least he seemed that way. He gazed at the chink in a far-away expression and then coolly questioned the officer as to what was “ailing Ling.You know what it Is, growled the officer.Smith Iienies It.Not me. 1 am not the man,” said Arlie.But the Chinaman insisted that he was the one of the four m°n, who, two weeks ago. entered his place, assaulted him and then robbed him of $50.Jung Ling was rendered unconscious for more than three hours and never reported the assault until 21 hours later. At that time he was found by one of his cousins, who runs a laundry. Me had never left his restaurant, but remained locked in, in a semi-consciouscondition.The officers were preparing to take the young man to Carthage, whpfe he was to await his trial in circuit court. Chief Myers insisted that he he leftin Joplin until the Chinese case be investigated.