New Britain herald., 1926-11-26
Madgc Exchanges Banter With Hel
 High-Brow Ex-Servant

To me, watching the hurt expres- sion in Hugh Grantland's eyes, II seemed an eternity before he an swered my greeting words-friendly, welcoming, but patently devoid ot the intonation for which he had been listening during the long months Of his absence.
 Then to the rescue of the emo- tional man came the poise Whlch he had learned in his experience as an army officer, and he shut oif all emotion from his eyes and face as effectively as if he had drawn a thick curtain before them. and re- leasing my hands he stepped back with a little low bow.
 Tt is wonderful to see you again, v he said but he might as well have uttered the words to Katie, for any warmth in them beyond the per functory geniality expected of all returned travellers. But l must not be selfish. Here is another wan derer who is anxious to greet you
 H. turned with an affectionate gesture toward Lee Chow, who had stood back of him during our col loquy. and with a distinct feeling of relief at the easing of a tense situa- tiou I held out my hand to the Chinese.
 \ Touch of Oriental Dignity
 T am so glad 10 see you again, said sordially, feeling veXed at myself that l could not keep out of my face the amazement l felt at rhe changed appearance of the man who had stood shoulder to shoulder with me in the dangerous enterprise Of rescuing Hugh Graptland from he machinations of his enemies.
 For the man whom I had known only as Major Grantland's servant old Faithful" who never had spoken 10 me save in the accents nt humble servitude. and with the rl#.tui English vocabulary of a Catne4n cooiie. now bent over my haai with the easy courtesy of an educated man Of the world. His tall. spare figure wac impeccably clothed in morning costume far more moiish than Hugh Grantland's owl. and while his features still showed the clownish twist which his old knife injury had given him, eye glasses hid he worst of the scars, those around the eyes.
 I had known. of course. for Hugh had told me, that Lee Chow. who for years had masqueraded as the army officers valet and stewards and who indeed hai given him yeoman service in those capacities was in reality a high-born Chinese of wealth in his native land. He had been ruined financially and com- pellcd to flee for his life because of the enmity of a rival, Yet Tai, the same who at the end of long trail intrigue and diabolical plots had met death at Lee Chow's hands in that woldly melodramatic scene at Hugh Grantland's ancestral home.
 Lee Chow Awaits His Hour
 Yet Tai's death had left the way clear for Lee Chow to return to Caina With Hugh, who had be- firended him-indeed, saved his life in the days when the young man, disowned by his father was amass- ing q fortune in the ancient land. But with typical Oriental caution. the Chinese, even to me, had changed no whit Of his dress. his speech or his humble attitude. As q servant he had come to America, as a servant he returned, and re- mained In that humble role until he was able legally to re-establish himself in his old exalted position.
 T am afraid you do not quite recognize your old servant" he said, with a faint twinkle in his eyes. q hope you will please remember that no matter what changes my dress or my speech have undergone. the heart underneath is still the heart of Lee Chow, 'issee Graham's' very humble servant
 q never, never can forget Lee