Father Jacquinot showed a "North-China Daily News" reporter about his domain yesterday morning. Wearing a dark-blue beret and smoking his inevitable pipe, that modern St. Vincent de Paul noted with satisfaction that small shops were opening their doors—despite the rain—and that there were many hawkers On the streets. It was the first indication of a definite revival of business since the fighting in Nantao.
The cold and the rain kept many of the refugees under cover, if not actually indoors, yesterday. Families were huddled together in shop entrances, on the tables of open-air stalls and in the passages of the City God's Temple. Upstairs in the Temple almost every square inch of space Was occupied. Dusty "lohans" of wood looked down on refugees from far-away farming distri Everywhere, 2 profusion of children, Everywhere, cheerfulness and an enthusiastic greeting for the kindly Jesuit who made enquiries about the welfare of his charges wherever he went.
"It is very cold to-day," most of them said, "and it is raining all the time."
"It will be better to-morrow," Father Jacquinot would answer, comforting); Here and there the rattle of mahjongg pieces could be heard. The Chinese enthusiasm for games is insuppressible even in times like these,
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