Rensselaer Republican, Volume 27, Number 41, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 18 June 1896 — A CHINESE SERVANT. [ARTICLE]

A CHINESE SERVANT.

Ah Sing in a Itchen of Southern California. Ah Sing agreed to come to us for the trifling sum of $35 a month and all his afternoons to himself, says a writer in Lippincott’s 1 , “Me go see Joss pfternoons,” and go to see Joss he did, or rather to some opium-joint to smoke his pipe, with the greatest regularity every afternoon. But on the whole, 1 he was a good servant; he cooke® well —all the “China boys” do that—he waited horribly; they all do that likewise. One day as I was giving him some orders, Ah Sing looked at me. “Mrs. S , you husband dead, or him run away?” ■ “My husband is dead.” “Oh! In California most times him run away.” For which delightful comment on. the divorce system of southern California I found it in my heart to forgive Ah Sing many iniquities. If you can put up with the entire independence of the Chinese, with their absolute unteachableness in every department except the kitchen, you are better off than with the Spanish. A Chinaman is only too delighted to get a new receipt, and will practice with the utmost patience till he acquires perfection; but suggest to him to sweep down the stairs, and see what a response you meet with! ABRAHAM LINQOLN’S PEACH, A Hostess’ Mistake and the Guest’s Good Nature, A young lady sends to the Chicago Tribune a little anecdote of Abraham Lincoln. She says that a good many years ago, when her father was a small boy, her grandfather brought Abraham Lincoln home one night to supper. He was then a poor young man practicing law in Woodford county, 111. It Was a cold, stormy night, and grandma hurried around getting supper. To have something nice, she opened a-jar of preserved peaches. Lincoln spent a long time over lus peach, und finally left it on the plate. Grandma noticed this, and as soon as he and grandpa had gone into another room she went to look at the dish. Then she saw that instead of a peach she had given the visitor the little muslin sack which contained the '“’peach kernels and the spice. She hastened into the other room and begap an apology, but Mr. Lincoln said: “Tha t was al 1 right, Mrs. Perry. My mother used the same thing, and it was so good that I wanted to get all the juice out of it.”