New-York tribune., 1912-02-25

distance, sounded not unlike spanish Dung
picked away, plotting silently.
JUDGE OLIVER was witness to miracle,
J Of a hot afternoon, when the force was
loading apricots into a wagon lthcy call
them "cots" in the Santa Clara Valley.
Bung appeared in their very midst, and
gazcd upon the enemy with conclllatory
smile. There rose an instantaneous cIamor
throughout the grove; but the Chnaman
held up both hands and smiled his sub
mission Tro, with brOws Of thunder, ad-
vanccd a few steps, and Bung addressed him
in Chinese. Jiro shook his head
"You can lite Chinese languagc;' in
quirci Bung.
81 obtain this knowledge responded the
japanese, his pride touched.
Then look-scc," said Bung. He led Jiro
over 10 the dusty road, where he carefully
sru,Dthcd Il surface with his hand. The fifty
laborcrs gathered around, awe-struck
Bung bent over and began to draw in the
road dust q perpendicular column Of Chinese
characters. Iro read them with an cN-
preston Of pcrplcNi,y. His faithful hcnch-
men punctuaIv assumed a Ike expression.
Iiro next stopped over and in turn drew
his column Of Chinese characters, Bung
nodded and wrote a reply \ look OF pleas
urc. anticipation, Cprdiality, at once over
spread Iros lofty front, and this expression
was increased when Bung pulled several five
dollar pieces from his blouse and showed
them 10 the Samurai CThc written charac-
tcrs in Chinese and japanese are the same,
although the spoken words are 50 vastly dli-
fcrcut.J
We shall be great pleasure to observe it
tonight, eight o'clock, said the now aitable
"Au Hrc-,oni'!" chucklcd Bung as he
wandered away.
They worked together from then on.
They exchanged few remarks; but the eyes
Of the little brown men fairly bcamcd with
growing love for the big yellow one. Bung
was their constant, though rather sarcastic,
ally.
"You'rc teaching them to like YOU, aren't
YOU. Bung," observed Mrs. Oliver one night.
"Oh. YES. Nisscc Olivah, | teach 'cm hap
pv diplomolv. Evclvbodv feel hot timc,"
But when Judge Oliver asked Jiro on pay
dav. the latter seemed bit more dubious.
~Na,ionally dcplorc Mr.. Bung, said he;
"vc' should assimlltc his friendship.
"Do YOU want me 10 fire him," asked the
Judge. -,
"Oh, Please, no-not to do, We should
miss this Mr.. Bung dcliciously.
Tommy noticed that Bung was visiting
the Japanese quarter rather regularly even
ings.
A BOUT midscason Iiro approached the
"a rlnchcr and sadly intimatcd that "ad-
vance money would appear very chart
table: but Judge Oliver was too thorough
a Californian 10 extend blind credit.
"Harrv." said he, "what's the matter
with YOU Japs all Of a suddcn' What are
you asking advance money for; What have
you been doing with your wages"
70 all these questions Mr.. Iiro answered
with unexpected brcvity.
"Bung,' he said.
Suspicion began dawning upon the white
mans mind. He knew China one battle
field where the colors Of Nippon have ever
gone down in defeat the gaming table.
"Do YOU mean to say that Chlnaman-'
"Hc is very elaborate sinner, Mr.. Sir.
One morning he promenade among my
Japanese and say, You un'stand how write
Chinese language? We explain how we
can. So he wrote manuscripts in road dust
for us 10 read.
"What did ne Writc2' asked the Iudgc re-