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Healthy minds are such as accept things endeavor to forget what gives immeasurable pain. I prefer the pain." Reprinted from Scribner's Magazine of June, 1905 by permission FONG WU sat on the porch of his little square-fronted house, chanting into the twilight. Across his padded blouse of purple silk lay his sam-yen banjo.
Fong looked at her, gently inquiring, "You no like Mist Bullage, Miss Lolly?" "Of course I like him. Won't you please attend to what I'm saying?" "Then you ask him and I make awful swell dinner same like I make for your Pa when General Grant eat here." When Fong had a fixed idea that way there was no use arguing with him; one rose with a resigned air and left the kitchen.
The Friday night before, I had a stag supper at my house, and Saturday morning if any one had called, Fong Ling would have told them I was sleeping late and couldn't be disturbed.
The interpreter's blouse was covered with pin-feathers and one of his thumbs was bleeding profusely. "Ask the witness if the oath that he has now taken will bind his conscience?" directed the court. Again the interpreter and Ah Fong held converse.
This hope, however, was soon dispelled. For, shortly after his arrival, as Fong Wu asked at the grocery store for mail, he met Radigan's inquiry of "You do my washee, John?" with a grave shake of the head. Similar questions from others were met, later, in a similar way. Soon it became generally known that the "monkey at Sam Kennedy's" did not do washing; so he was troubled no further.
That was all very well for other people let them live frugally if they liked; Fong saw the situation from another angle. Back in his old place, his young ladies blooming under his eye, he gave forth his contentment in the exercise of his talents. Gastronomic masterpieces came daily from his hands, each one a note in his hymn of thanksgiving.
Lorry snatched it and Aunt Ellen's hands, liberated, clutched the corners of the table like talons. "Oh, God have mercy! God have mercy!" she groaned. "If this doesn't stop I'll die." Fong came running round the corner of the house. "Be care, be care, Missy Ellen," he cried warningly. "You keep hold on him coffee pot. I not got much alcohol." He saw the treasure in Lorry's hand and was calmed.
The interpreter for the state turned to Ah Fong and said something sweetly to him in multitudinous words. Instantly Doctor Su rose indignantly. The other interpreter was not putting the question at all, but telling the witness what to say. Moreover, the other interpreter belonged to the On Gee Tong.
Tutt, his neck encircled by a wreath of lilies, essayed to manipulate a pair of long black chop-sticks. "Wang-ang-ang-ang!" About him were golden limes, ginger in syrup, litchi nuts, pickled leeches. Then he felt a touch upon his shoulder and turned to see Fong Hen, the slipper, standing beside him.
Hundreds of faces set toward her, held by the wonder of her. Fong Ling's yellow visage moved for the first time from its immobility with a sort of awe, a dread. And when my gaze came back to her, I noticed that, with the dropping of her hands to join the finger-tips, she had left, where that little, pressing fist had been, a blur of red on the white sweater.
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