The times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1897-1901, 1900-08-06
MULcAHEY AND All SIN.
a Monday Morning Meet With Ex-
changes of Compliments.
prom the New YORK COMMERCIAL Advertise

All Sin spent Saturday night, Sunday,
and Sunday night in a way that is pc
culiarly Chinese. and he showed the effects
in way that is supposed to be peculiarly
Occidental. The gossip in Chinatown
about the Chinese news had made him
reckless; his gambling losses had driven
him to opium; the dope" had left things
internally awry the barber had almost
skinned him. head. eyebrows. his nose, in
side and out; his ears, throat, neck, and
face were bare and red. He was in a mood
to loot. torture, and kill. And Mulcahey
was no better. since he had attended a
clambake The sun had blistered him and
he had some friction with friends. which
had swollen his mouth and one eye.
Where's me wash" said Mulcahey.
without any preliminary diplomacy.
All Sin paid no attention.
where's me wash You lobster; where's
me wash?"
All Sin spoke briefly in Chinese to one
Of his assistants. who got up on chair
and, pulling down n newspaper parcel,
tossed it on the table before the Gus
toner. MuIcahey drew out some change
counted 1t, ane threw it on the floor The
Chinaman ignored the insult. Mulcahey
tucked the parcel under his arm and leaned
against the doorpost.
'Oh, say, but Il: like ter do you up, you
an yer place. Ne fsalins is wit de ly
push terday, all right. l wanter see EN-
get inter Pekin and, well. say, I'd like ter
be dere, too. I'd spit on me hands. I'd. ali
say. l wouldn't do ting ter der Chiaks.
Lynn, an Iootin', an murderin.' an
boilin', an lyin, all der time a lynn But
de allys is gettin' on ter yer curves. Dey'u
be gettin' a move on, an when dey starts
it'll be all day with Pekin. Meanwhile. all
I'm astin' fer is charge ter take you ike
dis. see?'
Mulcahey laid down his parcel ana he
seiZe1 All Sin hy the quue. Instantly the
Chinaman turned. the devil in his face;
he threw off the Irish-American ard stood
up to him.
You likee fight? Me hghtee you. Ne no
aaid you"
Eye amt. Ell? Well. We better be. I'd
pull yer trugh de streets Ike yer cousins
IS pullin' the priests and de women in
China, yer yaller monkey. You wait"
Me wait. Ne wait long time. Sable?
You heap talkee, talkee, talkee. Alice
same Mclean man, Gelman man. English
man. Talkee talkee. talkee. What for
no go pekin. Tslkee go, talkee fight.
talkee likee hellee. What for him 10 do o.
"Oh, deyll do all right Don't you
worry. Dey'H goi an say. when dey get
dere, well say-you watt
An Sin spoke in Chinese to his coolies.
They were sober, but Sin laughed quietly,
most irritatingly. Mulcahey glanced at
him.
I'm tell you what dey'H do, dey1l burn
Pekin, an
What for? Clistian big Book tellem
Clistian man hurn?"
Never you mind about dat Dey'n burn
it just de same as dey do garbage, an
dey'll kill every Chink dey catch runnin'"
"Killee, too? Alice same Chineeman?
What for Clistian man go China? What
for him missionary go my cOuntlee? I'm?
Teachem Chinaman ligion. No god
killem, no good burnem, no good tellee
lie. Alice same Clistian he sabbee kill,
burnem, tellem lie heap much more better
Chinaman. You sabbee?"
All Sin rested his iron and he turned on
Mulcahey. He kept rumbling up his
sleeves as II to bare his arms.
You sabbee, Clistian man him damn
what you Gale hypoclhe. He callem
Cbinee man faid. What for he no go
Pekin? Was a mailer? You no sabbee.
Me sabbee. Clistian man. he faid. What
for he tellem' Chinaman no good killem?
So Chineeman no killem Clistlan? Clistian
him heap killem more belize Chineeman.
Catchem big gun killem heap pile Chinee-
man. Clistian missionary came my coun-
tlee blingem big book one hand, mother
hand big gun. All Ii. Me no care What
for tellem lie too? You sabbee what him
Iikem China? Me tellee you. Clistiau man
likem make heap pile money, sendem nus
sionaly first fxem Chineeman, allie same
savem soul; mother day sendem big army.
catchem soul, sendem soul heaven hymby
Mclean blisness man he go catchem Chi
neeman money. You sabbee? Clistian man
him hypoclite. Chineeman watchem CHS
tian man long time. Bymby Clistian man
makem Chinaman heap sick too muchee
big head too muchee hypoclite Killem
alice: you sabbee? Alice"
"Whew." said Mulcahey. Oats de open
door fer fair You must feel ez bad by me-
Hez yer mouth got dat yaller- brown taste?
An yer head, does it push out agin' de