"Jin Rey is dead." You can hardly know what those words mean in the household in which he hes been cook for 28 years. These words are written as a tribute to one who gave his est unstintedly, and whose whole life gav> the lie'to the statement that honesty cannot be expected of ser-variis. Homely, awkward, bashful, uncommunicative, never venturing from his own domain in the household except on summons, he was a character of sterling worth and rugged probity, I first knew Wu Jin-rey in January 1907 when I entered the home of a friend in Shanghai os a boarding guest, and saw the ugly but smiling table boy who served them. There was nothing exceptional in my treat lent of him, T never gave him a "cumshaw" during that residence. But when twenty months later T brought my bride to Shanghai and establish ed a home, the smiling boy (of forty-odd years) was at the door.
"Master, you wanchee cook?"
"Yes, I shall want a cook, Can you cook?
"Yes, my can cook. What day you wanchee?™
"Number twenty-five day."
"My can come number twenty-five day." And he did, "Well, Jin-rey, "how much pay vou want."
"My no savvy; you say, master, "Can begin at eight dollars, a "Can do." He never asked an insrease of wages, though this came regularly as the years passed till he rose to the eminence of twenty-five During temporary absences of the family from China ranging from six to thirly months, he secured other employ or joined his family on the astern border of Hupeh, but always appeared at the dock io welcome our return, finding some excuse 10 leave employers who paid him more. think in five days 1 can teach him everything, missy."
another "two hours he. fell asleep in his bed, and never awoke. Ten minutes after the death rattle, we found him still warm on our re~ turn from a dinner party. He had cooked for us till within two days of hhic death and had done his best to provide for our future,
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.