The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1896-06-27

II makee tlelve in laundly. You no
like, l glo. Velly solly."
Deep detection settled over him. His
eyes seemed to droop more at the cor
ners, the loose folds Of his coat to as
sumo curves like those Of weeping viii
low. really felt that the idea of leav-
ing our employ was distasteful to the
poor fellow and would have at once in
tervened i'll his behalf had he not turned
and with his hands clasped behind his
back left the room.
Robinson, Icried, ''you are a brute
to let that poor Chinaman go back to a
laundry for 4 nero matter Of So week"
NJ friend sprang from his chair and
called, Wing Sorg!"
Our ''serSants' responded at enc
"Wc do rot want you to leave said
Robinson kindly, I'VE will give you
what you ask"
"Ihlarhs, THANKS, Mist Johnson. l
likec alice do your woll."
And the smile that burst over his yell
low face YES worth its cost.
So Wing Song staid CD, and IS the
months flew by we became more and
more attached to him. 1t was uncon-
sciously, to be sure, fer not until the
crash came did we realize that he Lad
become a part Of our domestic existence.
Crash seems a strong word to use in
connection with the dismissal Of Il scrv-
ant, but a crash it was to us.
The whole thing began when Browns
piano mysteriously got out of order. 1t
was q new one, and he was at q less to
explain the trouble. 1t was fixed, but a
week was hardly at an end before the
i'll fatcd instrument was afflicted with
the cid malady. He complained bitterly
ard declared that he had been cheated
by the dealer and would certainly make
things lively for that person. And he
would have. too, had it not happened
that ore day he went home a few hours
earlier than usual.
when I got out Of the elevator at
our door" he explained at a conference
that night, II heard a succession of the
most unearthly notes that ever issued
from a piano. Eac,a one sounded as
though a brick had been dropped on the
keys-no time, no time, nothing that
gave the performance q claim to even &C
Qualntance with music. At brief inter
walls a shrill voice sounded forth in mel
ancholy cadence. / surmised at once
what was wrong, and lost no time in
entering-to find my fears realized-for
Wing Song was singing and trying to
accompany himself Oh my piano.
Ewing Song I said sternly, what
does this mean?'
He smiled enc Of those benevolent
smiles that would have melted my heart
at once had l not steelcd myself against
it.
'Pianglo pletty hard,' he said, I
tly to learn piece to sling at lie mission.
Can't play light
Il said: 'Confound it! You will ruin
my pianov
"But he in reply smiled harder, made
a sort Of thunderous tremeIo and said,
What you mean confound:'
THAT internal oriental innocence dis
armed me. l turned and literally fed.
| can't reprimand such a creature, and
yet ! am confident that as long as that
man practices his music in this house
my life will be. enc Of misery"
"You must not mind his little eccen-
tricities, Brown" said /, .'to me they
are q constant source Of amusement.
But you are selfish. Think how he can
cook. How well he keeps everything.
How good natured he always is"
Il agree with you. Jones', said Rob
.inson, with q decisive air, excepting
house as we do we cannot be expected
to make life miserable by constantly
reprimanding the servants. He does
very we'll for our purpose, and I for
Il won't scold him as long as he con-
tinues as he has.
Yet it was Robinson who. in his ca
paclty OF general manager, was respon-
slble for the crash. Brown had forgotten
his piano troubles. I had no cause for
complaint, but, in fact, had been daily
congratulating myself on the smoothness
OF life. One day, however, / came home,
and happening to peep into the kitchen
found Wing Song seated at his table,
his head resting disconsolately on his
hands.
"Why, Wing Song, what's wrong?:"
| asked, surprised at this unusual de-
preston III spirits.
Il glo way tomollow," he said, with
cut looking up.
Tho idea that he would leave other
wise than Ey his own Will never occur
red TO me, and | was angry. Here he
was deserving us-leaving us without
notice and perhaps without d chance Of
getting any n to take his place. This
was ingratitude! | turned and left him
without a word.
And when Robinson ci1d Rrn,rn On