The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1896-06-27
you were a better hearted 1eTlow than
that. You must take him back"

will be here tomorrow. 1t occurred to
me yesterday to look into our supply OF
china, and, do You know, I found it re-
duced to one-third. One-third was gone
entirely, and the other was fastened to-
gether with glue with glue! Just think
of it. | asked Wing Song how it was
done, and he did not knew, ard III & #
Of rage l fired him. And then Browns
piano had q deal to do
"Nonsense." cried Brown. II never
dreamed Ct your dircha,r;ng him for
such . little thing. Ard china! Why.
all servants smash china.
II viii never Geese feeling that We
have done that man an injustice. Yea
must take hiE. h"ck!'' | exclaimed.
Robinson sat in moody silence fer a
time. ard then il III apoIcgctic tone
said:
"To tell the truth, l have felt very
badly about this all day. l was mad
when did it, and perhaps acted 4 little
hastily, bat | never dreamed you two
would car-y III like this. In fact, the
reason did not consult yen was that I
wished to save YOU worry. 1t is too late.
thoa-h Ican't 60 back Oh that Other
a I vent mend une injustice ly
another.
That settled it. There was no remedy
ncr WIS there peace fcr Us that night.
Brown ard | pleaded with Robinson fer
hours, but it was III vain.
II feel rs if I had shot a faithful
dog" he said, "but he is dead. Let
him rest"
Our discomfort was added to by the
extra excellence Of the breakfast the
faithful deg gave us next day. Every
thing we most liked we had, and every
bite choked us. We Went through the
meal in moody silence, and adjourned
to oCr papers before going down town.
A half hour passed and Wing Song en-
tered the room. In one hand he carried
a huge battered valise and an umbrella,
III the other a large paper box. He
placed his bundles on the floor, and, re-
moving his black shovel hat, advanced
solemnly toward US.
IT say gcndby," he said, holding out
one yellow hand to me.
II am very sorry you are going I
replied. l tried to appear Indifferent,
but felt that l made bad work of it.
"Goodbly, Mista Blown"
"Goodby, Wing Song" said Brown,
coughing ~ominously.
"Goodbly, Mista Lobinson. I'm velly
solly l no suit; velly solly blokc lie dish.
"Er-gocdbv, Wing" said Robinson
in q shamed faced way. "Ihope you get
along well. Where are you going::"
Don't know. No likee laundly.
Velly solly: likee Stay"
He turned and gathered up his parcels,
placed his hat on top Of his cue and left
US. When the door closed behind him, l
turned o. Robinson and said:
Il feel mean"
$50 DO l." he rcp;;e! quietly.
1T is not too late, Robinson, said
Brown, as If he We're warning u friend
to mend his ways.
.1have already explained that 1 have
engaged another man."
Il wonder # you could not buy him
off. Give him ame money for the trou-
bic yen have pat him to and take Wing
Song back" | suggested.
The result Ct this proposition was not
what | had anticipated. l had expected
it to be scorned, but instead Robinson
dropped his paper. ran to the hall, seized
his hat and darted out Ct the door.
Where is he gonng?:" exclaimed the
amazed Brown.
"To throw himself il the river or to
catch Wing Song" l ventured quietly.
| was right. He returned in a few
minutes, breathing heavily, and threw
himself into his chair.
Its 10 use, Nc use; he's gone" he
muttered. II followed him for three
blocks, and then he took u car and goc
away from me. Like shooting a dog
shooting a dog"
As l look back calmly over the past.
these events Of my bachelor days seem
to have lost much of their gravity. /
view them with complacency. I-wonder
at the seriousness with which we re-
celved and bore them, and at times even
smile. AS l see things now Chu Chop.
who succeeded Wing Song, was a far
more competent servant than his prede-
cessor. Now | can frankly admit to my
self that his coffee was far superior TO-.
that of u first man. His chops super
lative. His rolls most excellent. But to
have admitted it then would have been
deemed treason to our discharged major
domo.
Il can't drink this tea, Robinson"
would be Browns daily plant. I'D
give anything for just one cup of
Wings"
And Robinson would groan.
"Chu Chop seems t. cook all the
nourlshnent ana flavor out Of his