The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1897-04-10
"You wan Misser Nell washssPs

expressed that she felt it, sincerity
could not be questioned; and then, hur-
riedly pinning on her hat and selling
her purse, she flew down the stairs.
She could not wait for the girls mes
sage to bring the man to her; she would
20 to the laundry herself.
Hop Sing, squirting water through
his teeth upon pile OF rough-dried
clothes heaped up on table before
him, looked up with the mechanical
smile of his kind az the young lady ap.
peared in the doorway. "You wan
washee7 Fifty cent dozen" he beam.
ingly exclaimed, as she hesiiated to exc
plain her errand.
II want to send q note-this note
to Mr.. Neil at the Mascot mine," she
breathlessly returned, showing the en-"
velope. "You know MIR. Neil?"
Hop Sing looked family puzzled. but
his smile was unchanging. "You wan
Misser Neil washee?" he jerkily ejacu-
lated. mechanically going on with his
work upon the clothes before him.
"Where you tickey, eh? 2"
mo; oh no." she despairingly MUIR
INJURED, glancing back at the door.
Somebody might be coming in at any
moment. 1T is this note for Mr.. Neil.
want you to take it to him."
Hop Sing smiled rather moro broadly,
looking somewhat less like a craven Inn.
age. 'Misser Neil wan washee?
Where tickey. eh? LOSS tickey, eh?"
he chirped, with an air of having solved
the problem, adding with series Of
little mods, while his beady eyes
frightened, "heap mans lose dam tick.
cy. Too thin. No go. No have tickey,
no get washee."
"O-hl" poor Dorothy walled in ut.
ter hopelessness, turning to the door.
But she would not give up; this was her
only chance. She must make him uu-
derstand. She turned with IN inspEa.
ton drawing silver dollar from her
purse. Hop Sing looked interested. 1T
II for you-you shall have tiff you
will carry this note to Mr.. Neil at the
Mascot mine," she said. speaking very,
slowly and impressively.
There could he no question that the
dollar was almighty to the mind Of
Hop Sing. The sight Of It was 90 81
galvanic touch. sending him at hur'
ried shuttle to back door. There was
brief cicklipg conference. at the end
of which smiling colleague appeared,
his face creased in b]andest smiles, his
knowledge of English equal to the oc.S
casion. And when Dorothy returned 4
to the hotel q moment Ia ter It was to sec Z
him trotting before her up the street, 4
while she had the satisfying knowl-s
edge that her warning went safely hid-a
den in bis sleeve to be in Harvey Nel'sg
hands within the hour. a
"rhank heaven!" she murmured,
drawing long breath. as she stopped
in the door to look after him. "Thauks
God for letting me do it," ia
But after all her pains it was fatedS
that Harvey Neil should not he fore-
armed with the friendly warming. Heg
had not returned from Tomtown whens
the Chinaman appeared at the Masc0tA
shaft-house. but that messenger con.a
sidercd his mission accomplished wheh
the superintendent took the little note
from his hand with careless: "AlDg
right; I'll hand it to Mr.. Neil"
Events, however, conspired to so De-
lay Neil's coming that when he rode up
the old trail that night 1t lacked bnta
few minutes of the hour when it Ind
been arranged that Baker was to meet
him ut his cabin. and leaving his horses
at the stable. he rode directly by theI
shaft-house. up the hill. It was hisa
custom to take look about the mjnes
the last thing before he retired atl
night, and he saw no especial reason
for stopping now. 1
He seated himself on the doorstei