MISS MALORY ON THE CHINESE QUESTION.

New Zealand Herald, Volume XVI, Issue 5364, 25 January 1879, Page 7

MISS MALORY ON THE CHINESE QUESTION.

Ocn ! don't be ta'kin'. fs it hould on' ye say? .An' didn't I howld «>» till the heart of me was clane hr «k** en*ir lv, and me waatin 1 that thin you could clutch me wid yer two hands. To think o' me t .ilia' like a nager, for the six year I've been in Americky—bad luck to the *!ay I iver I* ft theovld counthry ! —to be bate by the like* <»' them I (faix an* I'll sit down when I'm ready, so I will, Anil Ry »n, an* ye'd !>• tter be l-st-niu' than drawill' your remark-), an* N it meself with five good cha«nct»r* from reepeo>a»»!e places in Net* York, would brt herd in' nrid the haythens herein San F.anciseo? Th* sriut3 forgive ! tnp. hut IM b * buried alive so »ner'n put up wid it a dfcy lon<**ir. Sur- an' I was a granei horn not to b»? lavin' at oncb when the missis kini int i mekirchiii wid her perlavcr about the new waiter man. lie'll be here the night-," say*she, "and Kitty, it'smeselMooks to you to br» kind and patient wid him, for he'd a furriner," Rays she, a kind o* lookin* off. '*Sure an' itN littl • I'll hinder nor interfere wid him nor a-iy oMi«r, imim," says I. a kind o' stiff, for I minded rae how these French waiters. wid tlioir p«p*r collars and brass on their fingers, i-n*t company for no gnrril brought up' dacint and honest. Och ! sorra a bii [ knew what was cotnin' till the mix'ns walked into uie kitchen sniilin', and kind o' Rehired : tl Here's Fing Wing, Kitty, an' you'll have too much sense to mind his t.ein' a little str.nge." Wid that she shoots t lie doore, and I, misthrustiog if I wos tidied up sufficient for me line boy wid his co lar, 1-ioks up an 1 -howly fathers! may I niver bratbe another beath, but there stood a r«l'< ('hincscr n-g»innin' like he'd just come off a tiy-hox. If you 11 belave me, the crayture was th tt yaller it 'ml sicken you to st*e him ; and sorra a stit di was on him but a b'ack over his trowsers, and the front of his heud -li'ived c an-r nor a copper biler, and a black tail a-hangin* down from behind, wid his two f- et stook in the hay-then*-st< st shors you ever set eyes on. Och I bat I was upstairs before y>u could turn about, a givin 1 the missis warnin', and only etopt with by riisiu* my two dol ars ad plavdin' wid me how it was a Christian's duty to bear wid haytliens, and. taich Vm all in nu«* power—the saints save us ! ell, th-» ways and trials I had wid that Chinesor, Ann Ryan, I cou dn't be tellin\ Not a blis*ed thing cu I T do, but he'd be lookin* on wid his eyes cocked up'ardlike two poomphondle*, an 1 he wuldout a speck or sinitch of whishkers on him, an' his finger uad-i full a yard long. Hut it's dyin' you'd he to s»?e the mis-i* a-larnin' him, and he grinniu' and waggin* his pigtail (which wa3 pieced out lou » wid some blue stoof, the haythen chate !) and gettin' into her wavs wonderful quijk, I don't de-iy, imitatin' that sharp, you'd I e surprised, an' ketchin' an* copyin' things the best of us will do a«hurried wid work, yet don'c want comia' to the knowledge of the family—had luck to him I It is Cite wid him ? Arrah, an* would I be sittin' wid a haythen, an* he a-atin' wid drum sticks—yes, an' atiu' an* cat? unknownst to me, I warrant you, which it is the custom of th**m Cninesers, till the thought made me that sick I could die. An 1 didn't the crayture proffer to help me a wake ago comes Toosday, an' me a foldin' down me clano ; clothes for ironin', an', 6 1 his haythen mouth I wid water, an', afore I could hioder, squirrit it through his teeth stret over the best linen table-cloth, and fold it up tight, asinnercenfc as a baby, the dirrifcy baste ! Bat the worrest of all was the copyin' he'd be doin' till ye'd be disth' acted. It's yerself knows the tinder feet that s o*i me since iver I've been in this couuthry. Well, owin' to .that, I fell into a way o' slippin' me shoes off when I'd be settiu' down to pah) the prat es and the likes o' that, and, do ye mind ? that haythen would do the same thing after mwhiniver the missis set him to pariu' apples or termater3es. The saints in heaven couldn't have made him belave he cud kape the shoes on him when he'd be paylin' anything. Did I tare fur that? Faix: an' I didn't. Didn't he get me into trouble wid my missis, tho haythin ? You're aware yerself how the boondles com:n } in from the grocery often contains more'n'll go into anythingdacently. So, for that matter I'd now aud then take out a 6up o' sugir, or flour, or tay, an' wrap it in paper and put it in me bit of a box tucked under the ironin' blankit, and how it cuddent be bodderin' any one. Well, what shud it be, but thi3 blessed Sathurday morn, the missis was a-spakin' pleasant and respectful wid me in the kitchen, when the grocer boy comes in, an' she motions like to Fing Wing (which I never would call him by that name or any other but just haythin), she motions to him, she does, for to take the boondles an' empty out tho sugir where they belongs. If you'll belave me, Aun Ry.*n, what did that batherin' Cbineser do but take out a sup o' an* a handful o' tay, an' a bit o* chase right aforo the misn*, wr«p them into bits o' paper, an' I spachless wid shurprise, an' he the next mmute up wid theirouiu' blanket and pullin* out me box wid a show o' being sly to put them in. Ocb, the Lord forgive me i but I clutched it, and the missis sayin*, O Kitty !" in a way that 'ud cruddle your blo'?d. " He's a haythin uager/' says I. " I've found you ont," says she, "I'll arrist him," says I. 11 It's you ought to be arristed," says she. (t You won't," says I. "I will," says she—and so it went till she gave me such sass as I cudden't take from no lady—an' I give h»*r warnin' an* left that instant, an'she a-pointin' to the doore.—S. AT. in the Aryonaut*