The American metropolis, from Knickerbocker days to the present time; New York City life in all its various phases . ow friendly he was with the police. TomLee grew fat, his smile broadened until it was ayard wide; and then, when there was no cloudupon the horizon larger than a mans hand, andthe days of Lexow had not arrived, he shook thedust of Chinatown off his feet and went to live inan American district, and to enjoy the fortunewhich the god of luck had bestowed upon him. Ihave met a good many of the denizens of China-town. I have seen them under many different cir-cumstances, Thej have be
The American metropolis, from Knickerbocker days to the present time; New York City life in all its various phases . ow friendly he was with the police. TomLee grew fat, his smile broadened until it was ayard wide; and then, when there was no cloudupon the horizon larger than a mans hand, andthe days of Lexow had not arrived, he shook thedust of Chinatown off his feet and went to live inan American district, and to enjoy the fortunewhich the god of luck had bestowed upon him. Ihave met a good many of the denizens of China-town. I have seen them under many different cir-cumstances, Thej have been an interesting study,and I have been deeply interested in their strangecustoms and the oj^erations of their national a body they are a dangerous, useless and dis-gusting lot of people. Here and there I have foundan individual who provoked my admiration for sometraits that were develojjed in him. One man amongthem I found to whom my heart warmed, eventhough his character is not approved by the name, Ding Dong, has a sound of determina-tion in it. He is bold, plucky, resolute and true. 414. SKETCHES OP • < IIINaTi )\VN. .MTT STKEKT. New York. Vnl. Two. |>. 414. NEW YORK CITY LIFE His heart i* generous, and he would sacrifice him-self to serve a friend. These characteristics, so un-usual among the Chinese of our Cit}-, are evidentlytlue to Tartar ancestry. In the days of the LexowCommittee, when I pursued my inquiries into theways and methcjds of Chinatown, I felt safe whenDong Fong was at my right hand. One day I toldthe old villain so. I said: Dong, they say youare a had man, you get mad sometimes and hithard with your fists, and you have heen in prisonfor fighting. They say jou drink too much ricewine and it makes your blood hot; but, Dong, Ilike you, I trust you, I know you will not betrayme, and I am not afraid of Chinese blackjacks ordaggei-s in dark hallways when you lead the grinned, stuck out his old heathen paw, andsaid bluntly and
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