Arizona republican., 1891-11-11
A CHINAMAN'S BABY GOD

This was told in the council room of the Chong Wah Kung Saw, when the incense sticks of the Sheung-tai were smolderipS and the sacred fire of t'aan- heung was burning before the shrine.
 Moi Hing, who married chan white woman, had become a father. He had left his t'ong-yan wife in Kwang-tung ana said he would never go back to the land of his emperor. He married Ger man girl when he kept laundry in Brooklyn, and so great was the wrath of her parents that he had to run away to New York with her and leave.his laun- dry in the care of his cousin, MoiHauk.
 He rented one room up near the roof of four story tenement in Park street, within the throw of a stone by child from Mott street. It was not a fine place for white man to live, and white men had not lived there for years, Chi namen do not mind dark rooms, and the German girl who married Moi Hing made the best of her bargain by not complaining.
 Around the vat bunlows and in the fan tan shops they call Moi Hing paan- tim-ke-yat, the Freckled One, because when the disease which the English call smallpox ragged in the Kwang-tung dis trict he came back to life like one whom the gods desire to reserve for different fate. But his skin was no longer smooth It showed the claw marks of the monster represented in the picture books as having eyes of fire and claws of steel.
 The men in the fan tan shops always liked to see the Freckled One come around, for they knew he would not go away until he left them all his money to keep until he won it back. And he never staid very long.
 They talked of these things because it came before the story told with excited gesture to the forty in the ebony chairs The Freckled One had, when his face was smooth as that of Peking belle, learned how to carve curious things out of wood from a master of the art. He had learned SO well that he used to carve the gods of the sea and of earth and of heaven for the shrines in the Joss houses.
 But the ch'uut-tan monster who left marks upon the faces of his victims when he did not kill, had stricken Moi Hing down while he was at labor, and when he was well again he could not bear to look upon the work done with sharp knives and skillful hands.
 The baby which was born to him had blue eyes and hair like the fine threads of gold with which the people of Vat poon-kwok made wonderful embroidery.
 "The American God has smiled upon it," said Moi Hing when he first saw it. "A little god has been sent to me to atone for the work of the Chinese mon- ster," and he passed one hand over his pitted face, and taking off his sandals, ashamed three times before the bed and poured wine upon the floor.
 He went out and bought woods that were hard, and when he brought them to the room, which was lighted only by one window. he began to carve as he used to do in Kwang-tung under the master. But he found new subjects for his work, and instead of reproducing on the block of wood the deities of the imperial dy- nasty or the sea gods with eyes like fishes and scales on their breasts, he carved out the images of children, with round eyes like the blue ones his baby had, and he put wreaths around their heads.
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