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"Of course, if you thirik they are
right," assented Isabelt and Ned, pro
- vided with the stick' and the deli
cacies, started off to earn his dollar
and the Chinaman's gratitue.
Yang Tiang was greatly pleased
with the gifts from "pretty missy."
" He lay askance as Ned, chattering
! glibly, placed the sticks in the little
vases about the stone god. When
they were lighted, however, and the
pungent odor nermeated the room
with the- aroma of the, familiar woods
and heaths of his native land, Yang
.looked less gloomy. He got Ned to
Urew him a cup of tea, ate some of
Isabel's home-made cookies and
cheerily and feelingly alluded to the
pretty missy and -Lionel Marsh, too,
her lover, who had delivered him
from the Philistines when he first
came; to start hisTittle laundry shop
in the town.
' J Ned was voluble and shook his
' head dolefully- when he came to
speal$pff young Marsh.
"He is not doing so awful good in
the qity, Yang," he volunteered in
his hoyish way. "You se,e, he had a
i quarrel with his uncle and he's try
ing to study law on his own hook in
the cjty and I guess he finds it hard
running.'"
"How how?" questioned the
laundsryman in an intense tone and
evidently fully interested.
Isabel would have briskly boxed
Ned'a ears had she been aware of
this careless tittle-tattle.
"Why, you see," went on the in
genuous Ned, "he's standing on his
own pins now and hasn't much
money and no cases as yet It's, too
bad just now. You know that pretty
dress you just fixed up for my sister.
That was to wear at the Prepared
' ness Mass meeting next Saturday
night She's awfully disappointed,
for Lionel wrote her yesterday that
although he Is announced as one of
the speakers at the mass meeting,
he can't afford to come. He'd have
' to get a rig in the way of clothes
and he ain't too proud to tell tha
truth, because he knows he'll hit it
further along the line, and he will,
.too J"
"He-have no suit, nolawee work!"
exclaimed Yang and, apparently in
spired with some animating idea, to
the astonishment of his young visit
or, sat bolt upright "No lawee
work, no monee. He my fiend, pret
ty missy my fiend, you my fiend,
bling chop sticks. You do errand
for Yang quickee?"
, "Sure, I will," acceeded the ac
commodating Ned.
Young Tiang hastily serawled
some hieroglyphics on a red strip of
panr which he handed to Ned.
"You take to Hop Sing laundry,.
He must come right away." Which
Hop Sing did and Ned listened to
their jargon jabber wonderfngly.
Finally Y,ang gave his business rival
some money and the latter grinned.
Then Hop Sing got up, kicked over
a chair, a table, the sign outside,
flung a brick through the window
and sauntered away. All the time
Yang cnuckled with glee.
"I go to train, I go to city now,"
he said to Ned. You help me to
train." "Sure," agreed Ned. "But ain't
you going to have Hop Sing arrest
ed?" "Oh, no," craftily blinked Yang.
"I sue him oh, I have the lawee on
Hop Sing!"
Yang Tiang, in ways that were
dark and tricks that were vain, was,
indeed, peculiar. He went to the city
and visited his former champion.
Yang dismally stated his grievance
against the man he had hired to per
form it, insisted on a big "lawee"
suit and plunked down $200 in cash.
as a retaining fee.
So Lionel Marsh after all came to
Midvale and delivered his great ora
tion. His rich uncle, having heard
that his nephew would not be there,
attended. When the speech was
over and applauded to ttie last echo
enthusiastically, the uncle came -up
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