Short Stories
In his palace, surrounded by all dear delights of the Orient,
Ah Chun smokes his placid pipe and listens to the turmoil over-
seas. By each mail steamer, in faultless English, typewritten on
an American machine, a letter goes from Macao to Honolulu, in
which, by admirable texts and precepts, Ah Chun advises his
family to live in unity and harmony. As for himself, he is out of
it all, and well content. He has won to peace and repose. At times
he chuckles and rubs his hands, and his slant little black eyes
twinkle merrily at the thought of the funny world. For out of all
his living and philosophizing, that remains to him--the convic-
tion that it is a very funny world.
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