The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1901-05-08
Tragedy Of Yet Wing
By Julia Truitt Bishop.
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
Copyright, 1901, by Authors Syndicate)


IT WAS a gray day. with rain about
to fall. Miss Harvey futtered in
at the door of the Chinese Mission.
clad in gray and pink, and with a be-
witching childishness in her eyes,
which she hoped might not lead to
the undoing of Fung Yet Wing, who
was waiting for her at his own espe-
cia! deal table. Yet Wing had smile
of his own, and greeted her with it,
What Yet Wings smile meant Miss
Harvey did not know, for she had
been teaching him only two years;
and to learn anything about the
pupils of the Chinese Mission one
must take time.
Yet Wings books were in neat
little pile before him; his white cuffs
were linked with gold buttons, his
immaculate collar was brought to.
gether with satin tie, which was
adorned with the pretty wishbone
pin she had given him for a Christ.
mas present. Miss Harvey always
looked him over complacently, until
she came to the braid of long black
hair which was coiled in a neat little
coil at the top of his head, with a
shaved area all around it. Miss Har-
vey always felt that her hold on Yet
Wing lacked something Of complete
ncss 7,iIiie that roii OF hair-topPed
him off so conspicuously.
ooh, you are always early, Yet
Wing!" she cried, looking at him just
q little. These Chinese vera so pc
culiar, and she was in futter when
she thought Of the danger. 1t would
never do to encourage anything like
that-but now, were they to be
blamed so dreadfully, if once in
awhile-they-well, if they really
learned to love some pretty girl who
chanced to be their teacher? Neither
was the girl to blame for being
pretty.
Not that Miss Harvey would have
this happen to her-oh, not for a
thousand worlds. She would die OF
modification, she said to herself as
she pulled out the pink silk vest a
little more and glanced at Yet Wing.
"Yeh--mc come ea'l-lE," he said
with the same smile. "Me lakkee
lean"
In another minute Yet Wing was
laboriously getting through the
Bible lesson for the day, each word
going off with a sharp explosion, not
unlike a train of fireworks:
"An'-Jesiss- entitled - an'-pass'-
1ou'-Jelicho.
Observation-Disclosures - man
name'-Zacchou-us - whiss wass-
de chief-anoung-de pullicanss- -
an-he-wass-lich."
The fireworks exploded all along,
down to the end of the lesson.
"Now do you know what that
means?" asked Miss Harvey.
"No-me not unnestan' Engliss,
said Yet Wing with calm readiness.
Miss Harvey did not understand
what it meant, either, SO she put hez
head to one side and cried archly:
"Oh, Yet Wing, what shall I do
with you if you don't try to under
stand? Well, here is your reader
come now. read this"
Yet Wing bent his celestial coun-
tenance over the book and set al
other train of explosions going:
"Once e-dewass - "a man-who-
had-a-"
Now spell that next word" com
manded Miss Harvey, in the cooling,
kindergarten voice she had found so
effective with him.
"P-l-e-t-t-y," spelled tire pupil.
"Pltty."
"And do you know what that
means?" chirped the teacher.
"Yeh-like you," said Yet Wing, his
smile widening into q grin.
'Like me! The ideal" cried Miss
Harvey. It had come at last-just as
she feared. This was the Chinese
method of informing girl that she
was beloved. She had unwittingly
ruined Yet Wings peace of mind.
How anxious she had been to avoid
this, all the Sundays she had come
here against her brothers wishes, to
sit beside the little deal table and
teach Yet Wing to read Bible lessons
he did noS understand
But while Yet Wings poor little
foolish dream was destined to be
crushed, why should she wound him
unnecessarily? Why should she not
be as kind to him as she could be un-
der the circumstances?
She looked at him gently, yet with
melancholy. Perhaps she would ask
him next Sunday for her sake to cut
off that braid of hair. It would make
her glad, and yet sorrowful, too, to
know that he would do it without a
moments hesitation. There was
something so pathetic about this
hopeless love-a Chinaman-for a
lady of her station-and she must
be so careful not to encourage him.
Her brother would be so angry-and
he had such a high temper, and was
so disgustingly brutal when he be-
gan to talk about-about the things
she did. But she would always say
that it was not her fault, and it was
not Yet Wings. 1t was simply one
of those things that could not be
helped.
'It lainin'," said Yet Wing, whose
oriental eyes were turned toward
the window.
"It rains every Sunday" said Miss
Harvey, gently. Il shall have to
wait until my maid brings my UNI
brella and cloak"
What he name?" asked Yet Wing,
with the guileless directness of his
race. She smiled sadly. He was in
terested in everything that pertained
to her.
Her name is Annie" said Miss Har-
vey, softly. Here is the hymn, now,
Yet Wing-'At The Cross Now sing