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child　with　the　same　freedom；　and　it　is　to　be　feared　the　same

prejudice；　with　which　it　had　criticized　the　abductor's　poetry。　　All

of　Mrs。　Tretherick's　own　sex；　and　perhaps　a　few　of　the　opposite

sex；　whose　distinctive　quality　was　not；　however；　very　strongly

indicated；　fully　coincided　in　the　views　of　the　INTELLIGENCER。　　The

majority；　however；　evaded　the　moral　issue；　that　Mrs。　Tretherick　had

shaken　the　red　dust　of　Fiddletown　from　her　dainty　slippers　was

enough　for　them　to　know。　　They　mourned　the　loss　of　the　fair

abductor　more　than　her　offense。　　They　promptly　rejected　Tretherick

as　an　injured　husband　and　disconsolate　father；　and　even　went　so　far

as　to　openly　cast　discredit　on　the　sincerity　of　his　grief。　　They

reserved　an　ironical　condolence　for　Colonel　Starbottle；　overbearing

that　excellent　man　with　untimely　and　demonstrative　sympathy　in

barrooms；　saloons；　and　other　localities　not　generally　deemed

favorable　to　the　display　of　sentiment。　　〃She　was　alliz　a　skittish

thing；　Kernel；〃　said　one　sympathizer；　with　a　fine　affectation　of

gloomy　concern　and　great　readiness　of　illustration；　〃and　it's

kinder　nat'ril　thet　she'd　get　away　someday；　and　stampede　that　theer

colt：　but　thet　she　should　shake　YOU；　Kernel；　diet　she　should　jist

shake　youis　what　gits　me。　　And　they　do　say　thet　you　jist　hung

around　thet　hotel　all　night；　and　payrolled　them　corriders；　and

histed　yourself　up　and　down　them　stairs；　and　meandered　in　and　out

o'　thet　piazzy；　and　all　for　nothing？〃　　It　was　another　generous　and

tenderly　commiserating　spirit　that　poured　additional　oil　and　wine

on　the　colonel's　wounds。　　〃The　boys　yer　let　on　thet　Mrs。　Tretherick

prevailed　on　ye　to　pack　her　trunk　and　a　baby　over　from　the　house　to

the　stage　offis；　and　that　the　chap　ez　did　go　off　with　her　thanked

you；　and　offered　you　two　short　bits；　and　sed　ez　how　he　liked　your

looks；　and　ud　employ　you　aginand　now　you　say　it　ain't　so？　　Well；

I'll　tell　the　boys　it　ain't　so；　and　I'm　glad　I　met　you；　for　stories

DO　get　round。〃



Happily　for　Mrs。　Tretherick's　reputation；　however；　the　Chinaman　in

Tretherick's　employment；　who　was　the　only　eyewitness　of　her　flight；

stated　that　she　was　unaccompanied；　except　by　the　child。　　He　further

deposed　that；　obeying　her　orders；　he　had　stopped　the　Sacramento

coach；　and　secured　a　passage　for　herself　and　child　to　San

Francisco。　　It　was　true　that　Ah　Fe's　testimony　was　of　no　legal

value。　　But　nobody　doubted　it。　　Even　those　who　were　skeptical　of

the　pagan's　ability　to　recognize　the　sacredness　of　the　truth

admitted　his　passionless；　unprejudiced　unconcern。　　But　it　would

appear；　from　a　hitherto　unrecorded　passage　of　this　veracious

chronicle；　that　herein　they　were　mistaken。



It　was　about　six　months　after　the　disappearance　of　Mrs。　Tretherick

that　Ah　Fe；　while　working　in　Tretherick's　lot；　was　hailed　by　two

passing　Chinamen。　　They　were　the　ordinary　mining　coolies；　equipped

with　long　poles　and　baskets　for　their　usual　pilgrimages。　　An

animated　conversation　at　once　ensued　between　Ah　Fe　and　his　brother

Mongoliansa　conversation　characterized　by　that　usual　shrill

volubility　and　apparent　animosity　which　was　at　once　the　delight　and

scorn　of　the　intelligent　Caucasian　who　did　not　understand　a　word　of

it。　　Such；　at　least；　was　the　feeling　with　which　Mr。　Tretherick　on

his　veranda　and　Colonel　Starbottle；　who　was　passing；　regarded　their

heathenish　jargon。　　The　gallant　colonel　simply　kicked　them　out　of

his　way；　the　irate　Tretherick；　with　an　oath；　threw　a　stone　at　the

group；　and　dispersed　them；　but　not　before　one　or　two　slips　of

yellow　rice　paper；　marked　with　hieroglyphics；　were　exchanged；　and　a

small　parcel　put　into　Ah　Fe's　hands。　　When　Ah　Fe　opened　this　in　the

dim　solitude　of　his　kitchen；　he　found　a　little　girl's　apron；

freshly　washed；　ironed；　and　folded。　　On　the　corner　of　the　hem　were

the　initials　〃C。　T。〃　　Ah　Fe　tucked　it　away　in　a　corner　of　his

blouse；　and　proceeded　to　wash　his　dishes　in　the　sink　with　a　smile

of　guileless　satisfaction。



Two　days　after　this；　Ah　Fe　confronted　his　master。　　〃Me　no　likee

Fiddletown。　　Me　belly　sick。　　Me　go　now。〃　　Mr。　Tretherick　violently

suggested　a　profane　locality。　　Ah　Fe　gazed　at　him　placidly；　and

withdrew。



Before　leaving　Fiddletown；　however；　he　accidentally　met　Colonel

Starbottle；　and　dropped　a　few　incoherent　phrases　which　apparently

interested　that　gentleman。　　When　he　concluded；　the　colonel　handed

him　a　letter　and　a　twenty…dollar　gold　piece。　　〃If　you　bring　me　an

answer；　I'll　double　thatsabe；　John？〃　　Ah　Fe　nodded。　　An　interview

equally　accidental；　with　precisely　the　same　result；　took　place

between　Ah　Fe　and　another　gentleman；　whom　I　suspect　to　have　been

the　youthful　editor　of　the　AVALANCHE。　　Yet　I　regret　to　state　that；

after　proceeding　some　distance　on　his　journey；　Ah　Fe　calmly　broke

the　seals　of　both　letters；　and　after　trying　to　read　them　upside

down　and　sideways；　finally　divided　them　into　accurate　squares；　and

in　this　condition　disposed　of　them　to　a　brother　Celestial　whom　he

met　on　the　road；　for　a　trifling　gratuity。　　The　agony　of　Colonel

Starbottle　on　finding　his　wash　bill　made　out　on　the　unwritten　side

of　one　of　these　squares；　and　delivered　to　him　with　his　weekly　clean

clothes；　and　the　subsequent　discovery　that　the　remaining　portions

of　his　letter　were　circulated　by　the　same　method　from　the　Chinese

laundry　of　one　Fung　Ti　of　Fiddletown；　has　been　described　to　me　as

peculiarly　affecting。　　Yet　I　am　satisfied　that　a　higher　nature；

rising　above　the　levity　induced　by　the　mere　contemplation　of　the

insignificant　details　of　this　breach　of　trust；　would　find　ample

retributive　justice　in　the　difficulties　that　subsequently　attended

Ah　Fe's　pilgrimage。



On　the　road　to　Sacramento　he　was　twice　playfully　thrown　from　the

top　of　the　stagecoach　by　an　intelligent　but　deeply　intoxicated

Caucasian；　whose　moral　nature　was　shocked　at　riding　with　one

addicted　to　opium…smoking。　　At　Hangtown　he　was　beaten　by　a　passing

strangerpurely　an　act　of　Christian　supererogation。　　At　Dutch　Flat

he　was　robbed　by　well…known　hands　from　unknown　motives。　　At

Sacramento　he　was　arrested　on　suspicion　of　being　something　or

other；　and　discharged　with　a　severe　reprimandpossibly　for　not

being　it；　and　so　delaying　the　course　of　justice。　　At　San　Francisco

he　was　freely　stoned　by　children　of　the　public　schools；　but；　by

carefully　avoiding　these　monuments　of　enlightened　progress；　he　at

last　reached；　in　comparative　safety；　the　Chinese　quarters；　where

his　abuse　was　confined　to　the　police　and　limited　by　the　strong　arm

of　the　law。



The　next　day　he　entered　the　washhouse　of　Chy　Fook　as　an　assistant；

and　on　the　following　Friday　was　sent　with　a　basket　of　clean　clothes

to　Chy　Fook's　several　clients。



It　was　the　usual　foggy　afternoon　as　he　climbed　the　long　windswept

hill　of　California　Streetone　of　those　bleak；　gray　intervals　that

made　the　summer　a　misnomer　to　any　but　the　liveliest　San　Franciscan

fancy。　　There　was　no　warmth　or　color　in　earth　or　sky；　no　light　nor

shade　within　or　without；　only　one　monotonous；　universal　neutral

tint　over　everything。　　There　was　a　fierce　unrest　in　the　wind…

whipped　streets：　there　was　a　dreary　vacant　quiet　in　the　gray

houses。　　When　Ah　Fe　reached　the　top　of　the　hill；　the　Mission　Ridge

was　already　hidden；　and　the　chill　sea　breeze　made　him　shiver。　　As

he　put　down　his　basket　to　rest　himself；　it　is　possible　that；　to　his

defective　intelligence　and　heathen　experience；　this　〃God's　own

climate；〃　as　was　called；　seemed　to　possess　but　scant　tenderness；

softness；　or　mercy。　　But　it　is　possible　that　Ah　Fe　illogically

confounded　this　season　with　his　old　persecutors；　the

schoolchildren；　who；　being　released　from　studious　confinement；　at

this　hour　were　generally　most　aggressive。　　So　he　hastened　on；　and

turning　a　corner；　at　last　stopped　before　a　small　house。



It　was　the　usual　San　Franciscan　urban　cottage。　　There　was　the

little　strip　of　cold　green　shrubbery　before　it；　the　chilly；　bare

veranda；　and　above　this；　again；　the　grim　balcony；　on　which　no　one

sat。　　Ah　Fe　rang　the　bell。　　A　servant　appeared；　glanced　at　his

basket；　and　reluctantly　admitted　him；　as　if　he　were　some　necessary

domestic　animal。　　Ah　Fe　silently　mounted　the　stairs；　and　entering

the　open　door　of　the　front　chamber；　put　down　the　basket　and　stood

passively　on　the　threshold。



A　woman；　who　was　sitting　in　the　cold　gray　light　of　the　window；　with

a　child　in　her　lap；　rose　listlessly；　and　came　toward　him。　　Ah　Fe

instantly　recognized　Mrs。　Tretherick；　but　not　a　muscle　of　his

immobile　face　changed；　nor　did　his　slant　eyes　lighten　as　he　met　her

own　placidly。　　She　evidently　did　not　recognize　him　as　she　began　to

count　the　clothes。　　But　the　child；　curiously　examining　him；

suddenly　uttered　a　short；　glad　cry。



〃Why；　it's　John；　Mamma！　　It's　our　old　John　what　we　had　in

Fiddletown。〃



For　an　instant　Ah　Fe's　eyes　and　teeth　electrically　lightened。　　The

child　clapped　her　hands；　and　caught　at　his　blouse。　　Then　he　said

shortly：　〃Me　JohnAh　Feallee　same。　　Me　know　you。　　How　do？〃



Mrs。　Tretherick　dropped　the　clothes　nervously；　and　looked　hard　at

Ah　Fe。　　Wanting　the　quick…witted　instinct　of　affection　that

sharpened　Carry's　perception；　she　even　then　could　not　distinguish

him　above　his　fellows。　　With　a　recollection　of　past　pain；　and　an

obscure　suspicion　of　impending　danger；　she　asked　him　when　he　had

left　Fiddletown。



〃Longee　time。　　No　likee　Fiddletown；　no　likee　Tlevelick。　　Likee　San

Flisco。　　Likee　washee。　　Likee　Tally。〃



Ah　Fe's　laconics　pleased　Mrs。　Tretherick。　　She　did　not　stop　to

consider　how　much　an　imperfect　knowledge　of　English　added　to　his

curt　directness　and　sincerity。　　But　she　said；　〃Don't　tell　anybody

you　have　seen　me；〃　and　took　out　her　pocketbook。



Ah　Fe；　without　looking　at　it；　saw　that　it　was　nearly　empty。　　Ah　Fe；

without　examining　the　apartment；　saw　that　it　was　scantily

furnished。　　Ah　Fe；　without　removing　his　eyes　from　blank　vacancy；

saw　that　both　Mrs。　Tretherick　and　Carry　were　poorly　dressed。　　Yet