. A'Chu and other stories. s, beg-ging, Cumsha! 1 A few steps away sits another victim of disease, lean-ing his thin body against a pile of old timbers takenfrom the embankment along the rivers edge. Hisshrunken limbs stretched out upon the mat bed dis-played his feet, thick and swollen. At his side lies abamboo hat and the beggars brown dish. He saysnothing, — only looks from glassy black eyes set insunken sockets. Perhaps some friend has placed him here for thebenefit of the morning sun. Remembering that our 1 The word ** cumsha is a corruption of Kam Sha, or Gold means not a large g
. A'Chu and other stories. s, beg-ging, Cumsha! 1 A few steps away sits another victim of disease, lean-ing his thin body against a pile of old timbers takenfrom the embankment along the rivers edge. Hisshrunken limbs stretched out upon the mat bed dis-played his feet, thick and swollen. At his side lies abamboo hat and the beggars brown dish. He saysnothing, — only looks from glassy black eyes set insunken sockets. Perhaps some friend has placed him here for thebenefit of the morning sun. Remembering that our 1 The word ** cumsha is a corruption of Kam Sha, or Gold means not a large gift, as represented by a gold coin, but a smallgift, or grain of gold. Canton from Day to Day 127 good intentions had been looked upon with suspicionon some other occasions when we had offered aid un-asked, we feel compelled to pass on and leave in the day I passed that way again, for hiseyes haunted me. He was still there. As there werebut few persons then in the street, I went nearer andinquired, You are ill?. © U. & U., N. Y. A SEDAN CHAIE BIDE IN THE HELLS NEAR HONGKONG The gentleman in the chair is an American consul. 128 AChu and Other Stories Very ill, he replied in a hollow voice, reachingfor the brown dish. Hot soup is what he needs, I thought. With apromise to come back soon, I started for a near-byeating-house, thinking it wiser to purchase hot foodfor the sick man there, than to bring it from my ownhome, lest, in case he should die, suspicion point tothe missionary foreign-womans food. No rice or hotsoup could be had at that hour. Bread seemed to bethe only food available. I took him a loaf, but ashade of disappointment passed over the pale face ashis trembling hands reached for the cold bread. Nextday he was not there, but the piece of matting lyingjust as it was before, the battered hat, and the emptybrown dish gave the clue. He passed over last night, the man at the shopacross the way replied to my inquiry. I saw yougive him bread; I gave him some te
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