. The yellow angel. ook goes on a vacation? Alreadyshe jumped at her answer, and it was twice thenumber allotted in the calendar. On a fresh, sunshiny morning, when sheshould have been in the rose garden, listeningto love songs of mocking-birds hidden amongvines of the veranda, she was otherwise en-gaged, with thoughts that were irritable andgrim. What should she do without her faith-ful heathen? Where eould his match befound? Was not his bread as digestible asheavenly manna ? his soup as nutritious as theavowed promises of gold-label advertisements?When he beat the dust from a treasuredprayer
. The yellow angel. ook goes on a vacation? Alreadyshe jumped at her answer, and it was twice thenumber allotted in the calendar. On a fresh, sunshiny morning, when sheshould have been in the rose garden, listeningto love songs of mocking-birds hidden amongvines of the veranda, she was otherwise en-gaged, with thoughts that were irritable andgrim. What should she do without her faith-ful heathen? Where eould his match befound? Was not his bread as digestible asheavenly manna ? his soup as nutritious as theavowed promises of gold-label advertisements?When he beat the dust from a treasuredprayer-rug, he harmed not a sacred thread 1Controlled by his steady hands, usual cut-glass disasters were averted; within his judi-cious grasp Coalport china took no suddenleaps into the air. He was a wonder, thisquiet, masterful Chang. Even the hens of thechicken-yard respected him; for each did herduty and laid an egg a day—Sunday not ex-empt. The doves revered him likewise,mourning with exaggerated pathos when he de-. TpVEN the liens of tlie chickeii-yardrespected him. YEARS AFTER 29 serted them. Always when he called theycame, dashing through the blue to the veryverge of his kitchen door. When he fed them,they returned to their cotes joyfully, circlingas they went, flashing wings against a sunlitair like darting prisms. Standing among thepigeons in spotless white work-clothes, hisqueue coiled neatly above his intelligent goldenbrow, Chang made a picture. As the children of Temple Hill grew up,they went away to school and college; thenChang was heap sorry. When they camehome, he felt heap glad. When a daughterof the house was married, he rejoiced. Oneday a little grandson arrived, and Celestialjoy knew no boimds. Heap lovely littleman! he cried. I take picture with him—send back China—^let my folks see all sameMerican baby. He was charmed with the result of the snap-shot and posed again with his New Depart-ure bicycle. I tell my fiends back China,my wheel fly all same bird,
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