"I not know why," answered Tie Co.
Fabian laughed.
"Haven't you got a nice little wife at home?" he continued. "I hear you people marry very young."
"No, I no wife," asserted his companion with a choky little laugh. "I never have no wife."
"Nonsense," joked Fabian. "Why, Tie Co, think how nice it would be to have a little woman cook your rice and to love you."
"I not have wife," repeated Tie Co seriously. "I not like woman, I like man."
"You confirmed old bachelor!" ejaculated Fabian.
"I like you," said Tie Co, his boyish voice sounding clear and sweet in the wet woods. "I like you so much that I want go to New York, so you make fifty dollars. I no flend in New York."
"What!" exclaimed Fabian.
"Oh, I solly I tell you, Tie Co velly solly," and the Chinese boy shuffled on with bowed head.
"Look here. Tie Co," said Fabian; won't have you do this for my sake. You have been very foolish, and I don't care for your fifty dollars. I do not need it half as much as you do. Good God! how ashamed you make me feel—I who have blown in my
