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THE JEFFERSON RICHMOND, VA.
With the addition of 300 bed rooms, cafe, private dining rooms, etc., this far-famed Hotel Is
more magnificent, attractive and secure, than ever before. Room single and en suite, with and
without private baths Long distance phones in every room.
The many points of historic ii terest in, and around the City, makes Richmond a very desir
able stop-over place for tourists, where they can enjoy the equable climate, thus avoiding extreme
changes of temperature. '
JJcaspice Joyce Jftgrauing (6
THE MT. KINEO HOUSE
KINEO, Moosehead Lake, MAINE.
Nature's Ideal Summer Wilderness, Lake and Mountain Resort for
Location, Climate, Scenery and Recreation.
Mend for Booklets,
C A. JUDKINS, - Manaeor-.
HOTEL WOODWARD
Broadway at 55th Street, New York
Combines every convenience, luxury and home comfoit and
commends itself to people of refined tastes wishing to be within
easy access of the social, shopping and dramatic centeis.
T. D. GREEN, Manager.
Choice Cut Flowers
Roses, Carnations, Chrysanthemums, Vio
lets and other fea'onable Flowers for all
occasions. Kloral Designs at short notice.
Palms, Ferns and other Pot Plants for houso
culture. "We received First Premium on Cut
Flowers, Palms and Ferns at last Stale Fair.
Our Chrysanthemums are now at their best.
H. STEINMETZ, Florist
Raleigh, N. C.
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- ST. JAMES -
Eu-opean Plan Centrally located
WASHINGTON, I). C.
HOUSE FOR RENT.
At Jackson Springs, N. C, within 11 miles
of Pinehurst, on the Capital Automobile
Route, a house with 10 rooms and bath, hot
and cold water, and either lirt-place or stove
ineachroom. Furnished throughout. Near
station. Rent reasonable. Apply to M A
Bennett or Mrs. Mary E. Baxter, Jackson
5 0ru8, A' D shePPard, Pinehurst,
North Carolina.
BIG SOUTHERN PLANTATION
SiAL?3, adiToi,nlnfir corporate limits of
healthful state University town. Scenery
splendid, Society good, Educational advan
tages excellent. City water, two baths, easy
access to electric lights.
R. L. STROWD. Chapel Hill, N. C.
Your Summer- Tour
Will be incomplete, without r.x,. ...
a run through picturesque LjIXVILLE NOTCH
You will find there the' best service and homelike comfort
and a well equipped garage. '
,IXVI"E otci.,THE BALSAMS, ii r-
inter address, 1800 Lehigh Ave., Write for inte, etiD
.Philadelphia, Pa. illustrated booklet."
What Ifew Tfar' ly Jlroug-ht to a
Good Little Chln' Hoy.
UNG ! tung !" cried Little
Ling Lee, clapping his
fat hands together in
joy. He meant "hur
rah," and that was his
way of sayjng.it, for
Ling Lee was a Chinese baby, He lived
in a fashionable part of Mott street, over
a Chinese restaurant, which was kept by
his father, an aristocratic merchant of
Canton, China.
Ling Lee could not remember anv
country except America, for he was only
six months old when he was brought,
live years before, in the hold of a big
steamship over the water. So long as
he could recall he had lived over the
restaurant, where his mother cooked the
chop suey and his father, with his pig
tail sweeping the floor, bowed with it
before his guests. Wh n he grew up he
hoped that he, too, would be allowed to
march proudly between the tables, bal
ancing his pots of tea and dishes of hot
chop suey on the tips of his fingers.
"Tung, tung!" he cried again, as he
looked out of the window at the window
of the house opposite. Mott street was
so narrow that the houses seemed almost
to touch one another, and sitting at the
window looking at him was a beautiful
little Chinese girl about his own age.
She had the prettiest, black, slanting
eyes that he had ever seen ; her skin was
as smooth and yellow as a lemon, and
her black hair hung in a thick pigtail
over her dress, which was of a brilliant
red, embroidered with blue.
Tong, long !" cried little Teng Moy
in answer to his greeting. Teng Moy,
you must understand, means preserved
peach, and this name had been given to
the little girl by her proud father. He
was a mandarin of high rank, and was
allowed by the Chinese Empress to wear
a purple button on the top of his hat.
He hoped before he died to become a
real tangerine, in which event he would
be privileged to wear an orange button.
Little Ling Lee bowed gravely across
the street and stroked his pigtail four
times, which means in China "may you
enjoy excellent prosperity and remain as
DeautUul as the moon and nearly as
beautiful as the sun." Thereupon the
little girl blushed until she became a
rich orange color, and disappeared be
hind a screen on which was painted a
huge yellow dragon. This dragon had
beady black eyes which opened and shut.
and when they were open the little eirl
could stand behind the screen and look
through them at the little bov in the
nouse opposite; but he did not know
this, and when she disappeared he felt
quite disconsolate.
One morning, for the first time in a
week Ling Lee did not see little Ten-
Moy at the opposite window. In vain w
clapped his hands and crowed and cried,
iung, tung," . hoping to hear her
answering "long lonir.'' Everything
was silent, and the big yellow dragon on
the screen did nnt. mw. iv,
v "v vcii ins eyes..
Two tears trickled out of Ling Lee's
eyelids.
'Teng Moy bing bong chung," said
his father that afternoon, balancing a
dish of chop suey upon the point of a
chopstick. What he meant to say was
"Teng Moy is very sick today," but he
was compelled to say it in Chinese,
which was the only language he knew.
" l'eng Moy is very sick today; bimeby
doctor give heap physic."
uBing bong chung," twittered the
sparrows under the eaves; "Teng Moy
bing bong chung." Ling Lee could not
help crying when he heard those melan
choly words. Jt was nearing New
Year's Day, and preparations were being
made in all the. Chinese quarter for a
happy celebration. Big paper lanterns
had been hung across the streets, and
sticks of incense were alreadyto light in
front of the idols in the josshouses. The
Chinese ladies were busy sewing new
embroidery upon their trousers, and tho
gentlemen were having their shirts
cleaned and pressed and were combing
out their pigtails. But nothing pleased
little Ling Lee, for everything even
the wheels of the elevated street trains
seemed to repeat those melancholy
words "bing bong chung."
One morning Ling Lee's father looked
very grave. "Teng Moy heap big sick ;
think go die," he said, balancing three
yards of Chinese spaghetti on a piece of
ginger. Oh! how unhappy little Ling
Lee felt then. He crept to the door and
looked across the street. A big proces
sion was marching down, headed by
three men beating a brass drum and
clanging cymbals. A number of others
followed, all making a dreadful noise
with castanets and other instruments.
In the center of the procession marched
an old gentleman with a long, white
inouttache, a green pigtail, spectacles
and a black velvet button on the top of
his head. He was the doctor, and over
head was a demon's face cut out of a big
pumpkin on the top of a pole. This was
to scare away the devils who had caught
hold of little Teng Moy, and the beating
of the drum and symbals was to frighten
them out of her and all the way back to
China.
" Teng Moy bing bong chung," said
the wifce doctor, standing at her bedside
and noting how she tossed from side to
side feverishly in her sleep. It was all
he could say, poor old gentleman, be
cause he did not know himself what was
the matter with her. So he lifted his
spectacles from his nose and wiped them
clean and then he gave an order, and im
mediately the instiuments set up such a
racket that little Teng Moy started up
with a scream,
" Play, play ! Keep it up ! " shouted
the old doctor, leaping about the room
until he tripped over the end of his pig
tail and fell down. What capers he cut
and how queer he looked, lumping be
tween the cymbals and over the big
drum. The noise was frightful, and the
louder Teng Moy screamed the louder
they beat the instruments. You see all