A Hospitable Heathen
It was high noon and Monday. Worse yet, it was the thirteenth day of the month. A knock was heard at the kitchen door of the Burns mansion. The Chinese servant opened the door. A tramp of long and varied experience accosted him:
"I've been traveling and have played in mighty hard luck," observed the tramp. "I lost all of my money, and now I'm hungry -- very, very hungry. Can't you please give me a little bite of something to eat?"
The Chinaman comprehended the situation at once. A benevolent, placid smile spread itself over his entire countenance.
"You likee flish?" he asked of the tramp.
"Yes, I like fish first rate. That will do as well as anything."
"Come Fliday," said the hospitable heathen. -- New York Times.
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Ann Arbor Argus-Democrat