Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-03-17


The doctor arrived in due course. He
came in an automobile, and Bung was not
with him.
"That Chinaman of yours seemed rather
done up" said he, as soon as he had exam
ined the patient and pronounced him IN no
bad way. mo, nothing serious. A bit
scorched around the hands and neck. Funny
thing about it was he seemed sort of happy
about the whole affair,-kept jabbering
about some Chinaman called Yau Kwei.
Better let him loaf for a few days. I'll send
him over with your carriage in the morning"
THE excitement of the night wrought
wonderful recovery in Judge divers
case. The next morning that gentleman
was sitting on the veranda calmly reading
"The San Jose Mercury" Looking down
the pleasant road edged with almond and
pepper trees, he beheld large sorrel mare,
drawing an open buggy and describing
drunken, zigzag course as she approached.
The man in the drivers seat seemed pc
culiar also; for he appeared to be wearing
a wonderfully high collar and pair of inn
maculate white gloves He drove by, whip
saving the reins and Tapping them across
the afflicted horses back.
dts Daisy; but who's in the wagon?'
asked the Judge.
Nobody but Bung could drive like that"
said Mrs. Oliver, standing in the door.
"But what's he got on his hands and
around his neck? Bandages!' exclaimed the
old man. "And, mercy me! he's wearing a
new straw hiatt"
Goo molnin, Mis- Judge! What l tellee
you? Bunflre cure your leumatlsm!" said
Bung cheerily.
you're feeling pretty well for an old
tod no lid
"Loast pigee, pletty nice chowchow,"
agreed Bung.
"Good land! what's happened to you
since yesterday? You look twenty years
younger, in spite of your burns"
"Ah, you no sabe. My joss he been pletty
good to me-"
3My joss hasn't been so bad to me-
echoed the Judge, becoming suddenly seri-
ous 3Bung, guess if you hadn't jumped
into that fire last night and fought like
Monaghan tiger, you wouldn't have had any
boss to work for this morning. In plain
words, you saved my life, you old pirate,
and | want to do something for you. What
shall it be?"
go me?"
"Yes for you"
"Cash money!
"Anything you ask"
@Would twenty-fi dollahs be too muchee?"
twenty-five dollars! Is that all you
value my life at2 What do you want of
twenty-five dollars?"
Il want send him Mr.. Whang TO help
China Evolution"
@Chinese revolution! Have your burns
gone to your brain? Since when did you
join the revolution?"
Il tellee you how was, Mis- Boss, said
Bung. @That night when Mr.. Whang come
me askee me cut pigtail TO Evolution, say,
Damn fool-go way! That night one
devil hop into dream, say, Bung, cut pig
tall! velly muchee scared. So pray to
my joss, say, o Mis- Joss, l no cut pigtail
TO devils; but if you wishee me take haircut
and be levolutionist, do so. Tellee me,
please, pletty quick pray that way to
my Joss
@And did your joss answer your prayer?"
IA" ~Ah yep! He do so heap plenty!'
@When?"
"Las' night when housee fire come. Then
my joss arrange about my pigtail velly nice.
"How?"
"Look-see!" said Bung
Removing his hat with dramatic sweep
of his hand, he revealed the charred rem
nants of his Eastern pride. For the fire of
the night before had attacked his pigtail
and reduced it to blackened sepulcher
charred and frizzled knob that chung for
1ornly to his bump of reverence.