A CHINAMAN’S REVENGE.

Pelorus Guardian and Miners' Advocate., Volume 15, Issue 40, 20 May 1904, Page 2

A CHINAMAN’S REVENGE.

A couple of meek-eyed Chinamen got en a street car in Jersey City the other day, and one of them who had a big jade bracelet on his yellow wrist paid the fare for both. The car became crowded, and the day was hot, and the conductor looked as if he had been drinking more than was good for him. He evidently lost his temper and his reckoning both before long, for he counted his passengers again and again, with a scowl on his face that deepened every time he looked at his register. There were mare people in the car than there were fares rung up, that was certain. But who had nob paid ? That was the difficulty. His eyes wandered up and down the seats, but he saw no signs which led him to suspect anyone in particular. Finally the meekness of the Chinamen seemed to attract and tempt him. “ Fare John !” he said peremptorily, striding up in front of them and thrusting oub his hand. “ I pay fare when getba on,” chattered John, in a soared way. “ No, you didn’t,” replied the conductor, with a snarl. “ You can’t come no heathen Chinee tricks over me. Pay your fares or out you go, and that mighty quick, too !” The Chinamen looked about for assist* anco, but seeing no hope of any from the occupants of the car, and reading only disaster following resistance to the burly and angry-looking conductor, paid their fare over again grudgingly, drew their heads down into their in-fitting sacks and their long-nailed fingers up into their ample sleeves, subsiding and shrinking without a word like turtles into their shells. The car had not gone very far before an obs truction ahead stopped further progress, and the conductor ran forward to see what was the matter. This was the Cninameu’s opportunity. Hopping up, one of them seized the register strap and quickly rang up half-a-dozeu fares. “When dlat dog conductor makes him ■ those square with de company he won’t be muchee ahead of Chin Cliom,” be chirped out. Then they both shuffled off the car and disappeared around the corner into a laundry. WHAT IS LOVE.

“ What is love ?” I asked of sweet sixteen, Bub the only answer that! could glean From a flow of words from the maiden rash, Was a witching plea for a big moustache, Eighteen desired a dashing youth, And twenty fancied that love was truth, “ True love is to wed,”said twenty-two, “But with circumspection”—a cautious view, Each thereafter piped this refrain— Though at last its firmpess began to wane— Till eager thirty I came to scan, And she 'and whispered —‘‘ Just a man !” TRUTH OR FALSEHOOD 1 As some gentlemen were hunting lately in the East Riding they started a hare, which, after running a considerable time, stopped to breathe, at the very moment a poor old man was passing with a bag of turnips which he had got in an adjoining field. He caught puss, whipped her into the bag with the turnips, and slung it over his shoulder. The gentlemen presently coming up, asked him if he had seen anything of the hare. “ Yes,” said the old man, pointing over his shoulder, “ she’s gone over amongst these turnips ”„