Ma Pettengill eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 400 pages of information about Ma Pettengill.

Ma Pettengill eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 400 pages of information about Ma Pettengill.

He thought when he got to his room he might let it out of the sack to play round there in freedom during the day.  He spent the twenty-five dollars for different things on the way over the golf links.  He told me he knew perfectly well that his pet would be likely to attract notice; but he didn’t realize how much.  A Chinese is a wonder.  He can very soon get used to anything.

But Lew Wee never did get to his room again.  When he got up near the clubhouse some fine people were getting out of a shiny purple motor car as big as a palace, and they had golf sticks in bags.  One of ’em was a big red-faced man with a fierce gray moustache, and this man begun to yell at Lew Wee in a remarkable manner.  The words being in a foreign language, he couldn’t make ’em out well, but the sense of it was that the big man wanted him to go away from there.  Lew Wee knew he wasn’t working for this man, who was only a club member; so he paid no attention to him beyond waving his hand friendly, and went on round toward the back entrance.

Then out of the side entrance come the chief steward, also yelling, and this was the man he was working for; so he stopped to listen.  It wasn’t for long.  He lost a good job as cook in no time at all.  Of course that never bothers a Chinee any; but when he started in to get his things from his room the steward picked up a golf club with an iron end and threatened to hurt him, and some of the kitchen help run round from the back with knives flashing, and the big red-faced man was yelling to the steward to send for a policeman, and some ladies that had got out of another big car had run halfway across the golf links, as if pursued by something, and more people from the inside come to the door and yelled at him and made motions he should go away; so he thought he better not try to get his things just then.  He couldn’t see why all the turmoil, even if he had got something in prime condition for his friend Doctor Hong Foy.

It was noticeable, he thought; but nothing to make all this fuss about, especially if the fools would just let him get it to his own room, where it could become quiet again, like when he had first seen it in the trap.  But he saw they wasn’t going to let him, and the big man had gone in the front way and was now shaking both fists at him through a side window that was closed; so he thought, all right, he’d leave ’em flat, without a cook—­and a golf tournament was on that day, too!  He was twenty-five dollars to the good and he could easy get another job.

So he waved good-bye to all of ’em and went down the road half a mile to the car line.  He was building air castles by that time.  He says it occurred to him that Doctor Hong Foy might like many of these wild animals, at twenty-five dollars each; and he might take up the work steady.  It was exciting and sporty, and would make him suddenly rich.  Mebbe it wasn’t as pleasant work as his cousin did, spending his time round gardens

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