Wuchang, Sept. 5.
The season at the delectable hill resort is now quickly drawing to its close. One by one the bungalows are being shut up, the number of twinkling lights at nights 's gradually getting less and_ less and the transport office is besieged by harassed—locking heads of fami-Hee wondering how many coolies they can squeeze out of the administration. The roads are more and more deserted and it is now possible to get a set of tennis on the courts without the formality of signing up on the board; even the grade 3 player would, be assured of a "welcome to make up a set.
It is also possible to sit for an hour on the verandah without the "Jaceman'" or the table-centre vendor, or the brass seller appearing with his wares, which all "belong cheap price." The gatherings around the family hearth in the dreary winter months will, however, be regaled with tales of homeric contests of how "he opened his mouth at $16 you know, and T finally got the stuff for $2.50!
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.