The Nezperce herald. (Nezperce, Idaho) 1900-1957, 1923-02-15
By ELLA SAUNDERS


CO. 1892, BY Western Newspaper Union)
Hip Lung was jolly, fat, and any
where between forty and fifty, having
In fact, reached that age where China
men remain until they shrivel into old
age. 1t is not easy to become friendly
with a ChInaman, but Hip Lung was
different somehow.
Even though he wouldn't be convert
ed. and was known 10 burn incense to
his joss In the back room of his place
in Westehester county, everybody liked
Hip Lung.
Paravane, the general manager FOR
the Urban Consolidated, took great
fancy TO him. Perhaps that was be
cause he, too, was Jolly and fat,
though he was nearer sixty than forty.
Hip Lung was quite like white man.
He commuted every day to his busi-
ness in downtown New York, read the
Sunday papers, had his hair cut at
Giubanelli's tonsorial parlOr, dealt
with AIitweil, the grocer. bought his
clothes of Cohen, patronized Kalliakis
ice-cream shop, and employed Olaf
Olafsen to look after his garden-in
fact. he was regular American.
Mrs. Paravane was not so interest
ed in Hip Lung as her husband at
first.
II do think you might abstain from
being so conspicuous, making friends
with that Chink," she said angrily to
her husband one day on the station
platform. IF you haven't got any
sense of the proprieties of life at your
age it's time you began"
But, my dear" began Paravane.
Then Hip Lung came smiling out of
the waiting-room and looked at Para
vane with something like wink in his
celestial eye.
Mrs. Paravane was not hard-heart-
ed woman. 1t was simply that nature
had made her Napoleonic. She was
interested In tine Chinese mission
school. Only she believed in keeping
Chinese in their places.
81 wish could find good husband
for that little Jim Kang," she said.
"She's the dearest little thing, so gen.
tie and affectionate, almost like a
white girl"
Hip Lungm calculated her hus-
band.
what? Nonsensei He's a heather !"
"The only chance of converting him
to white folks ways, my DEAR"
Mrs. Paravane saw the point, and
Paravane interviewed Hip Lung the
next day.
. Hip, you darned old rascal, it's
time you got married." said Paravane
1--WE found just the girl for you" And
he went on to describe Jim's merits.
"How much you pay?" queried Hip
Lung.
How much? Not cent She's
been made into white giri-don't |
you understand, you scoundrel? I tell |
you. Hip. you'll get the grandest little
wife in America, modest gentle, and |
good-only none Of year Oriental |
tricks with her"
"Olliental?n queried Hip Lung.
mo beating and abusing, like you
heather Cbinks dc-according to Mrs.
Paravane, anyway You've got to
treat her white, Hip"
you bling along" said Hip Lung.
Jim Kang stood submissively before
Hip Lung, her eyes cast down, her lit
tie hands folded respectfully across
her breast. In her neat little suit and
hat she looked--is there a Chinese
peach? If not-like ripe lee-chee
nut.
II take, announced Hip Lung.
you've got to be married by the
said Mrs. Paravane, "and
4 there's any beating or torturing or
other underhand business goes on, re-
member wen stand by her"
mo undelhand," said Hip Lung.
The marriage was celebrated In the
.hurch. Mr.. Paravane gave the bride
away, and kissed her In the vestry.
Somebody said Mrs. Paravane's re-
marks on this were really-really-"
II do hope Hip Lung hasn't H.
reated that poor little thing" said
drs. Paravane, as they returned from
heir summer holiday.
Lets go round and see how they're
setting along" suggested Paravane.
They had just reached the house
When suddenly the door flew open and
Hip Lung appeared in flight, followed
" two cups. dish, dishpan. dish
ag, and another dish. And In the
vengeful implacable, stood
i'm Kang, one hand outstretched In
ury, one pointing to tea-stain ON
Ter immaculate tablecloth.
We've just came round to see
ow you're getting on" said Mr.. Para
ane in confusion. |
me get along fine,r said Hip Lung /
landly. "No Olliental ticks. Me ,
Thite man now. My wife alice samee
Thite mans wives, Mist1l Pallavane."
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