Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1912-07-11


put on Il gray flannel one, which after
all was much more becoming to him
than the glossy white one.
on his way out he stopped In the
kitchen where Wah Sung was frantl'
cally washing dishes.
you married, Wah Sung" he asked
sharply.
The Chinaman jumped neryously at
the question and shook his head In
such rapid negatives that his cue lash
ed back and forth like the tail of an
angry cat
Mailed? Me? oh, no, no, no, no!
Me no like gals-me not nailed, oh
no"
You got a gir?'
"Oh. no, no, nor
"Why not? You think boss not like
you have a girl?"
"Oh-he not like Chinese gal Me no
have gal till me 80 back to Canton
some day"
81 don't think he'd care if you want
ed to get married, Wah Sung There's
a nice little house down in the pasture.
and you could come up and cook every
day. Why don't you tell the boss?
'Me no like gals-me no want get
nailed" persisted Wah Sung.
AS he rode over the well worn trail
that led to the Widow Clancys ranch,
Harry Barry was firmly convinced that
the Chinaman had been lying to him.
It was a bright moonlight night, and
be resolved to ask Mrs. Clancy to ride
with him up Saltpeter creek and in
yestigate what lay beyond. The ro-
nance involved might lure her into the
evening ride
Ii did She was warmly interested
in the story Of the despairing China
man, and the suspected love affair that
might be at the bottom of his erratic
actions.
How long has he acted that way.
Harryf she asked, as they rode side
by side up the trail, her hand in that
Of her sweetheart's.
About three months Ever since he
absence. He went to San Francisco,
and he's acted like a crazy flea ever
since" and he told her the story of the
bean soup, and the conversation that
followed
Poor fellow" sighed Mrs. Clancy,
and Harry Barry leaned over and kiss
ed her lips
When they reached the springs they
could see that the trail entered a thick
ct Of thorns, but Harry investigated
and found that the way had been cum
ningly cleared of thorns, so that per-
son might pass through. They left
their horses at the springs, and Harry,
leading the way, they pushed through
the thicket to emerge on the other side
into an open sandy space dropping
down the hillside that formed one
boundary of Lone Bull ranch.
faint light pricking through the
gloom of another thicket on the hill
side lured them down until they stood
before a small cabin matched with
branches and almost concealed from
the view Of the casual passerby
"There is a window. You look, dear"
said Harry Barry, and as his sweet
heart hesitated he added: you know
It's to help 'em along If it's necessary
Then Mrs, Clancy looked through a
corner Of the pane from which the cal
leo inner curtain had swung back, re
yealing the interior Of the one roomed
cabin. She looked and looked, finally
reaching out and drawing Harry TO-
ward her until their faces touched
They looked upon a little home II
might have been picked up out of any
city in China and dropped there on this
lonely Montana hillside What marvel
Gus force had enabled the small China,
man to secretly bring from great dis
tances all the little household gods that
meant home to him? Love, of course.
The walls were hung with gayly
printed cottons, and in one corner
where a small altar had been erected
for his ancestral tablets there was q
square Of rich six embroidery. Little
bronze vessels stood on the altar, and
on a bracket there was an image of a
fayorite household god, with an offer
ing of incense smoking before it, A
roll Of quilts was on the built in bed
or bunk in one corner, mating covered
the rough floor couple Of Chinese
chairs were there and low table
There was row of quaint oriental
porcelain dishes on a shelf and odd
cooking utensils of copper and a brand
new American cook stove Of the small
est dimensions
That was not all There in one OF
the chairs sat the daintiest little Chi
nese woman YOU ever saw. In hei
arms she held yellow uorsel Of baby.
hood who was staring up at Wah
Sung with beady black slantinG eyes
and sucking its thumb contentedly
Last Of all there was Wah Suug-not
the craven. panic stricken cook Of the
Lone Bull ranch, but a Chinaman in.
vested with the dignity Of the head OF
a household He was smiling down al
the baby, with nothing but love IN bis
mild brown eyes.
Poor devil" whispered Harry Barry
! GROSSLY, because his own eyes were ful