The Grange advance. [volume] (Red Wing, Minn.) 1873-1877, 1876-06-21

ing peacefully out of his half-shut
eyes.
"Washee! Washee!''
"A double bolt of thunder was in his
ears A tremendous hand reached out
from behind pine, and then the fat
little Chinaman squatted down and be-
gan to wilt and melt bene;tt.: them.
Washee-Wa shee, come y
WaShee-Washee was not at all will
ing to come, but that made not the
slightest difference in the world to
Sandy. The little Acknowledged man
was not at all heavy. Old flannel shirts,
cotton overalls, stockings, cotton col
lars, and cambria candkerchiefs ne
yer are heavy, no matter how we'll
they may be wadded in, and padded
away, and tucked up, and twisted I'M
der an outer garment and so, before
he had time to say word, he was on
his way to the widows with Sandy.
while Timber Tom, with his mouth
half-open, came crawling up the trial
and grinding and whetting his screechy
gum boots together after them.
There is a fine marble statue in the
great garden at Naples, near the mass
i've head of Virgil, which represents
some great giant as striding along with
some plgmy thrown over his shoulder,
which lie is c;relessly holding ON by
the heel. Sandy looked not wholly
unlike that statue as he strobe up the
trail with Washee-Washee.
lie reached the door OF the widows
cabin, knocked with the knuckles of
his left hand, while his right hand
held on to an ankle that hung down
over his left shoulder, and calmly
waited an answer.
The door halfway opened.
Beg pardon. num-
He bowed stiffiy as lie said this, and
then shifting Washee-Wa round.
quietly took his other heel in his other
hand and proceeded to shake him up
and down, and dance him and stand
him gently on his head. until the
clothes began to burst out from under
his blue-seamless garment, and to peep
through his pockets, and to reach down
around his throat and bangle about his
face, until the little man was nearly
Smothcred.
Then Sandy set him down a moment
to rest, and looked in his face rs he sat
there, and it had the same peaceful
smile, the same calm satisfaction as
before. The little man now put his
head to one side. shut his pretty brown
eyes little tighter at the corners, and
opened his mouth the least bit in the
world, and put out his tongue us if
he was about to sing hymn.
Then Sandy took hin up. He smiled
again, sweeter than before. Sandy
tod Il ypo> cir rl l.:
again. Then there fell spoon, then
q pepper-boN, and then Il small brass
candlestick; and at last, us he rolled
him over and shook the other side,
there came out Il machine strangely
and wonderfully made of whalebone
and brass and stays and hooks and
eyes, that Sandy had never seen before
and did not all understand. but sup
posed was either a ish-trap or some
new invention for washing gold.
Then Timber Tim, who had screwed
his back up against the palings and
watched all this with his mouth open,
came down, and reaching out with his
thumb and finger as if they had been
pair of tongs, took the garments one
by one, named them, for he knew
them and their owners well, and laid
them silently aside. Then he took
Washee-Washee from the hands of
Sandy, and stood him up OF tried to
stand him up alone. He looked like
flagstaff with the banner falling loose
lily around it in an indolent wind. He
held him by the queue awhile, but he
wilted and sank down gently at his
feet, all the time smiling sweetly as
| oil 1a
half-closed eye and half-parted lips, as
though he was enjoying himself per-
fectly and would like to laugh, only
that he had too much respect for the
present company.
eff 1 could only snake the lies out
of him, mum, as easily as I did this
'ere spoon, and this ere candlestick,
and this 'ere-this ERE Sandy had
stopped and picked up the articles as
he spoke, and now was handing them
to the widow in triumph.
"Poor little, helpless, harmless fell
low -
The widow was looking straight at
the celestial, vino sat there piled up in
a little bit of heap, the limpiest thing
in all the forks party, save Timber
Tim.
Let him go, please: let him go.
Bring the things and come in
You can go now, John, but don't
do so any more. 1t is not right.'
The widow smiled in pity as she said
this to Washee.Washee. The China
man understood the first proposition
perfectly, but not the last at all. 10
him this was simply bad investment.
10 him it was only a little shipwreck;
and having been tanrllt nv the nhil0S.