ALEXANDER THE LITTLE’S FOREIGN MISSION,

“T might take lessons of the laundryman at the corner, only I am afraid he
is not a very cultivated gentleman,” pursued Alexander, “ and it would be mor-
tifying to make mistakes. I will ask my father about it.”

The eagerly expected letter came at last.

“He says one could not learn the language without a professor,” sighed
Alexander, “because the tone of voice in which a word is spoken helps to de-
termine its meaning. In Canton there are eight tones; one of them is given
with the rising inflection, as when we express surprise, and as I have never been
known to express
surprise at anything
since I came into the
world, he is afraid
the Chinese  lan-
guage presents an
in-sur-mount-able
difficulty. But he
has sent me a hymn
that I can sing with
the little Chinese
baby.”

Patiently. com-
mitting it to mem-
ory, he would lie
softly crooning it to
himself :

‘‘Marn siree ling porn boy
gor hoy

Goa goen tong shun ye key
goy

Bo hoort gep sull hip ben
lao

Yoy gon sook doll marn
ten tay

Thuy goa doll oll men goa
ying

Sun kee get see do but fut. ”

“T suppose it’s
wicked to think
‘The Rock of Ages’
isn’t as interesting
as ‘ Chevy Chace,’ ”
sighed Alexander.

The operation had been successful in its immediate results, but the child’s
strength seemed exhausted, and he was apparently fading, daily. Fresh air and

 

“ AROUND THE CORNER RUSHED A HORDE OF SMALL BOYS.’’