MISS MALONEY ON THE CHINESE QUESTION.

Waikato Times, Volume XIII, Issue 1054, 27 March 1879, Page 3

MISS MALONEY ON THE CHINESE QUESTION.

Och ! don't be talkin*. Is it honld on, ye say ? An' didu't I howld on till the heart of me was clane broke entirely, and rae wastin' that thin you could clutch we wid yer two hands. To think o' rae toiliu' like a nagger, for the six years I've be3n iu Ameiicky —barf luck to the day I iver left the owld countbry J —to be bate by the likes o' them ! (lux an' I'll sit down whem I'm ready, so I will, Ann Ryan, an'ye'd better be listenin'than drawin'your remarks), an' is it meself with five good obarac ( ers from respectable places in New York would be herdin' wid the haythens here in San Francisco ? The saints forgive me, but I'd be burid alive sooner'u put up wid it a d <y longer. Sure an' I was a granehorne not to be lavin' at oncb when the missis kim imo me kitchen wid her perlaver about the new waiterman. ' He'll be here the night,' says she, 'and Kitty, it's meself looks to you to be kind and patient wid hiin, for he's a furriner,' says she, a kind o' lookin' ofi. 'Sure an' it's little I'll hinder nor interfere wid him nor anv othei, mum,' says I, a kind o' stiff, for I mindfd me how these French waiters, with their paper collars and brass rings on uhfir fingers, isn't company for uo gurril brought up daciut and honest. Och 1 sorra a bit I knew what .vas coram' til the missis walked into me ki'chen smilin,' and snys kind o' schared : * Heie's Fin Wing, Kitty, an* you'll have too much senae to mind his bein' a little strange.' Wid fhat she shoots the door, and I, mistrusting if I was tidied up sufficient tqr me fine boy with his paper collar, looks up, and— howly fathers J may I niver brathe another breath, but there stood a rale Ohineser, agrinnin' like he'd just come off a tay-box. If you'll belave me, the crayture was that yeller it 'ud sicken you to to. see |iim ' t and gorra a stioh was on him but a black night-gown over his trowsers, and the front off bis head shaved claner nor a copper biler, and a black tail a-hanging- dawn fr° m behind, with his two feet stook in the haythenstest shoes you ever set eyes on. Och ! but I was upstairs before you could turn about a given/ the missis warning,' aud only stnpt with h§ r hy raising my washes two dollars and playdin' wid me how it was a Christian's duty to hear with, haythens, and, taiph "em all in cur power—the saints save us! Well, the ways and.trials I had wid that Ohineser, Ann Ryan, I couldn't be tellin'. Not a blissed. th\nq could I d.9 do b,flt b,p'd be looking on with his eyes oocked up' ard, like two pooraphondles, and he without a speck or smitch of whishkers on him, an' hi§ finger nails fully a yard, Jong, fiut it's dyip; yo.ujd, b.p tp ajarriin'-bim, and he grjnnin* and wagging his pigtail (which was pieced out long with some blue stoof, the hay then chate!) and getting into her ways wonderfully quick, I don't deny, imitating that; you'd be pu.rpr jaed, an' kefcebjn' l an' copyin'- the host of us will do a hurrid wid work, yet don't want comin' to the knowledge of the family—bad luck to him ! Is it ale wid him ? Arrah, an' would I be sjttinn' a aud h,e a : alin3 \yia drum sticks—yes, an 1 atin dogs and cats unknovnst to me, I warrant yon, which it is the custom of them Chiuesets, till th,e thought made me that sic"£ I could clie. An' didn't crayture proffer to, help m,G,a woek comes Taosd/ay^

and roe a' foldiu' down me clane clothes for ironin' and fill his hay. then mouth wid water, an', afore I could hinder, squirrit ib through his teeth stret over the best linen table cloth, and folds it up tight, as inner r cent as a baby, the dirrity baste ! But the worrest of all was the copying he'd be dour* till ye'd be disthracted. It's yerself knows the tinder feeb that's on in* since iver I've been in this country. Well, owin' to that, I fell into a way o' slippin' me shoes off when I'd been settiu' down to pale

the paraties and the likes o'that, and, do ye mind? that haythen would do the same after me, wheniver the nrssis set him to parin' apples or tematerses. The saiuts in heaven couldu't have made him bslave he cud kape the shoes on him when he be palin' anything. Did I lave for that ? Faix and' f didn't. Didn't he get me into t rouble wid my missis, the haythen ? You're aware yerself how the boondies comin' in from the grocery often coutain more'n'il go iuto anything dacently. So, for th»t matter, I'd now and then take out a sup o' sugar, or flour or tay, and wrap it in paper and put it in me bit of a box tucked under the ironin' blankit, so that it coulddent be boddfrio' anyone. Well, what shut it be, but this blessed Sathurday morn, tho missis was a-speakin' pleasant and respectful wid me in the kitchen, when the grocer boy comes in, an' she motions like to Fin Wing (which I never would call him by th*»t name or any other but just haythen), she motions to him, she does, for to take the boondies an' empty out the sugar where they belongs. If you'll be lave me, Ann Kyan, what did that batherin' Chineser do but take out a sup of sugar, an' a handful of tay, and a bit of" chase rig/it afore the missis, wrap them into bits o' paper, an' I spachless wid shurprise, and he the next minute up wid the ironing' blanker, and pullin' out me box with a show of being sly to put them in. Ooh, the Lord forgive me ! but I clutched it, and the missus sayin', ' O Kitty !' in a way that'ud cruddle your blood. ' He's a haythen nager,' says I. • I've found you out,' says ; she. • I'll arrist him,' says I. ' It's you ought to be arristed,' says she. ' You won't,' says I. ' I will,' says she—and so it went, till she gave me such sass as I enddent take from no lady—an' I gave her warnin' an' left that instant, au' she a-pointin' to the doore.'—S.M. in the 'Argonaut.'