The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-11-01

hands mechanically. He was not think I ing of them. He was thinking cf the return of Mr. Morgan and wondering what he would be able to say when burning the rich mans shirt. Foo Che's back was turned to the door when a heavy footfa1l resounded through the shop He turned quick ly. There was Mr. Morgan, hoidmg the burned shirt In his hand. and standing face to face with shans Tang. Foo Chee collapsed.
 See that shirt?" roared the custo- mer. You scorched it! I didn't hays another thing to wear last night. and I had to stay at home. What have you to say to thatf
 Shang Tang raised his hands in q gesture of feigned astonishment Me f1o see shirtr' he cried. Me no burn 1t! Foo Che, he burn shirt. Him. him, therelH shouted Shang Tang. pointing to his employe who lay in Q heap in the corner."-
 .who Is her" asked MT. Morgan.
 Chinese dog, Foo Che. he no good. He lose job for burn shirt Me prom ise," said Shang Tang.
 Come here. Foo Che" called Mir. Morgan. Let me take look at you, you poor dog!"
 Foo Che gathered himself together and tottcred over to position facing the customer.
 '.No. want you here. on this side of the counter" said Mir. Morgan. T want to take good look at you"
 His whole frame quNering with fear. Foo Che made his way around the counter and stood with downcast eyes in front of the mighty American man.
 DO you know what you've done?' demanded MT. Morgan, holding up the scorched shirt.
 "Yep." groaned Foo Che. falling upon his knees in abJect despair. Me burn him."
 That's not all. Do you know what else you've done?'
 lES".No, do nothing else," returned the 'tf8aabling Chinaman, expecting the next moment to be accused of some terrible crime which he had not com mitted.
 You've saved my life!" exclaimed MT Morgan.
 The kneeling Monsolian stared at him blankly, not comprehending.
 You've saved my life; do you un- derstand," repeated the visitor.
 Save you life?" echoed Foo Che. In a puzzled, agonised whisper.
 Yes, you saved by life when you burned that shirt. I'll try to explain. Last night I had tickets to go to the Lyric Theatre, box seats. didn't starte to get dressed until the lsst minutes. and then when did foued this shirt soorched and couldn't go. NJ was mad, you can bet. But I changed my mind this morning, when learned that the Lyric had burned to the ground last night. Not single man in the boxes escaped with his life. Now, do you see what yoube done7'
 You no go theatre cause shirt burnt" stammered Foo Chee. Thea Ire burn down, you no there, you saved. O-o-u-u-u!' The Celestiaps eyes opened wide; he comprehended.
 And I'm going to reward you" said MT. Morgan. What do you want? What can I do for you?'
 "No reward Foo Che" cried Shang Tang. Reward for me! Me burn shirtw
 "Youw roared Mir. Morgan. .'You lying scoundreli What did you blame it on Foo Che for7 don't believe you. You keep quiet. I'm not blind, Shang Tang. I've noticed how you've treated this poor dog. Hes going to get the reward, not you"
 What do you want? Speak manr demanded the generous MT. Morgan.
 Foo Che looked up doubtfu1iy. you fed. Me do your washee for nothing. Pay you back"
 start you a iaundryr laughed MT. Morgan. 'Tll start you the biggest and best laundry in town, and estab- fish branch offices for you all over the earth. Get up there, and come along
 Foo Che got up and followed his benefactor out of the place Back in the laundry Shang Tang tore his cue and gnashsd his teeth in rage. e