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MY FRIENDS THE LINS
By George Munson.
Xobody ever suspected that
there were two Chinamen in Lin
Lee's laundry until we met Lin
Loo. For the matter of that, no
body cared, or Vould have cared,
if there had been half a dozen.
Chinamen come and go and no
body takesany stock of them ex-
v. . . J
It Was Lin Lee.
cept the immigration officials,
mainly because all Chinamen
look alike, at first glance, to the
untrained .Caucasian eye. And
the first glance is likely in most
cases, to be the last, also.
In that part of Virginia where
Lin Lee had his temporary resi
dence Chinamen are not common.
The slight prejudice against them
in the north and the considerable
antagonism of the 'west do not
exist. If they were not pig-tailed
heathen they might pass among
us whites as equals and I come
of the Ramsay family. To say
that is quite enough in our part
of the country.
Everybody liked Lin Lee. He
had cut off his pigtail and he at
tended the Episcopal clmrch.
When he brought home the laun
dry he was generally asked to
come into the parlor and have a
glass of wine. Yes, it sounds odd,
I know, but Lee was a very in
telligent man, a member of the
Chinese Reform Association, and
had studied law in Canton, he
told us, before the Manchus drove
him from the country on account
of his participation in a seditious
movement. Like all Chinamen,
he had a natural genius for the
So Lin Lee became a resident
of our village, and, as I said,
everybody thought he occupied
his shanty alone. We thought
so until the evening when, hav
ing brought home the laundry in
its usual highly starched condi
tion, and having received the red
paper with its mysterious hiero
glyphics which he always left as
security, he turned round and
whistled and another Chinaman
came out of the darkness.
"My cousin, Lin Loo," he vol
unteered. "He washee well as
well as .me. He take yotlr laun
"Where are you going, Lin."
asked my father.
Lin grinned. "Me going to