will enable me to take a position which will not disgrace the name of Wou."
His mother listened and thought. She was ambitious for her son whom she loved beyond. all things on earth. Moreover, had not Sik Ping, a Canton merchant, who had visited the little town two moons ago, declared to Hum Wah, who traded in palm leaves, that the signs of the times were that the son of a cobbler, returned from America with the foreign language, could easier command a position of consequence than the son of a school-teacher unacquainted with any tongue but that of his motherland?
"Very well," she acquiesced; "but before you go I must find you a wife. Only your son, my son, can comfort me for your loss."
II
𝕎OU SANKWEI stood behind his desk, busily entering figures in a long yellow book Now and then he would thrust the hair pencil with which he worked behind his ears and manipulate with deft fingers a Chinese counting machine. Wou Sankwei was the junior partner and bookkeeper of the firm of Leung Tang Wou & Co. of San Francisco. He had been in
