The Heathen Chinee.

Manawatu Standard, Volume VIII, Issue 135, 18 November 1884, Page 4

The Heathen Chinee.

Mr Mulcahcv Jives upstairs m a Mott street tenement. Ah Jim Wo has a laundry m the basement. Mr Mulcahey, who is of a sporting' turn of mind, keeps a red game i bantam pfwarlike temperament confined m a three-cornered coop m the yardw Ah Jim Wo has agigap-, lie. shanghai wh'cti he has been try* ing for a year to fatten for the table. Mr Mulcahey has frequently expostulated wjth Ah.-Jinr Wo because the shanghai pecked at the bantam through ( , the cage. Yesterday, morning Mr Mulcahey discovered' the shanghai with a grip upon his ; chidken's .-tail' feathers^; trying ito. drag him. through the bars. The! chicken didn ? t comeiout^ but the taiii idid. Mr Mulcahiy was indignant.' !"Why don't ye keep' that beast av 7 yours 1 m the hotise ? w he demanded. ;"'Ttb'p'ster Ilkeengh'te'e ybut lobster,'*' ' ekpl/»irie(J Ah Jim 'Wd.' " The* thing's; don^t 'fight,'"; exclaimed' | Mr Mulcahey, m disdain. An Jim re■garded, thei game., com.pass ; onatejy, 'and t exclaimed i'" $\\\ tpo little;". ;My ; f ,'Muljjaliey , whispered hoarsely, jand imperatively^, v"Hav,e ye^ny^ jmppey<\ Mfe^r Wq,? 1 ' sN ot got j'velly^imiuch.'' •: W Can ye cover a jfiver: ithat; yet long-legged- rdeyiril jstari'iip till the g?me?''!v.- ««;Ail lite'y come ' back click, 1 ' isaul^Ah-i Jim^ ' Wo, ■ and 1 ' he tucked ! hisr long-leg-jged fowl under his arm and retired to the laundvy to prepare fpr ; battle. Mr Mulc'ahlßy winked sol|emnly at ]W[r v sat on I the fence. . Then he. deftly fastened a pairj-of lphg steel sours upon his chichtJiji; Ah Jim; W o reappeared with V his cousin Hpp Gree, ; , and several gentlemen from : upstairs | followed them into the yard.- The Chipatnen putrhis bird down, and Mr-3V^ulchaey threw the £ame>kt him. The game crowed, strutted up a.iid walked: roiiiid ..his big antagonist, looking for weak ppints. The shanghai , elevated himself upon' his tpes, and' leoked down sideways at the p : gmy. The game flew atthe sbarighaij which idodged, and;;.;. tried to.., rpn;; but the, game heaide.d him.pfl; ; ,There was a flutter and a flash,, and; -, the feathers flew from the Shanghai's breast, and \ Mr Mulcahey's. chicken sndezed and lay.down upon the ground to «<dp it ' more conveniently. ." What ails the burrd ?"? shouted'-Mr 'IVtulckhey and I then he grasped a clothes pole for i support, for the big one set one] ponderous foot on -the game's back, j and gave his; neck a wrench, andj the little chiciren expired. "Be thej powers," cried Mr, Mulcahey, " it's j snuff t^e - heathen sprinkled m the; rdoster's Weast to shanghai me ; fi6ori burrd. i?ll riotpay.r Ah Jim Wo{ picked up the dead fowl, and ,said :j "^hat you ;call 'efti" on toe ? Ilishman cljeatee Jim , Wp.'j " I'm foi Entirely, Mr ; Plah'etty,"! said Mr i\luicahey,d6iefullyi "T^hlm . Ghmese .is rqll : o deceit.-— New