"Queer folk, the Chinese, with all their superstitions," said George, as he stepped from' the sidewalk avoid passing underneath ladder set up against a shop front. "You would think, what with the return of so many students from abroad and the output of the schools we maintain here, to say 1 about contact with the foreigner every day, -that. they netier Here he stopped short, would have lost some of their silly
walked back about 10 yards and then retraced his steps towards us, striding most peculiarly. "What's the big idea?" we asked. "Stepped fon a crack in the pavement,—so Jot course had to go back," was his explain "You were speaking of the superstitions of the Chinese" we reminded him, a3 we continued on our way.
"Just. so," he said. "What gets me, in the first place, is their idea of medicines and medical treatment, Fancy anyone going to the bother and expense of consulting a priest about getting rid of warts! No trouble at all, getting rid of warts. remember, when I was aki coming out all over warts. were gone in 2 week"
"What! did you, do?" we wanted to know, "Simple' "enough," answered just. robbed' "em with raw beef and theb' hi there the calling Warts gone in less having circular pathways Jeading
fas to circumvent devils. Supposing demon, or plain hard Jock; for [that matter, wants to pursue you, [what earthly difference can it make if the path is crooked or any other design? By the way, did T tel [you about our poker session' over Jat Scalpel's the other evening? Had the rottenest luck in years, at first. I was down 300 tacle, Before' the evening was over, 1 was 50 taels ahead.". "What did yon! do?" we again' wanted to "Oh, 1 just turned my chair with its back to the table, and walked around it five times, "1 was speaking about remedies, wasn't 12" "he then continued. "Wong has been having a. beastly sore throat for days, Told him he'd better go over and see you, but he preferred a Chinese doctor, Didn't do him any good, so I fixed him up, myself." "What did you do?" we asked him, for the third time, George locked at suspiciously for a moment, and then vouchsafed the information, "Piece of red flannel round his thrast, of course. Red flannel's the thing for sore throat. Any other colour is useless. The same thing holds good for liver pads, and for chott! Protectors in the winter time."
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