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THERE was a great noise and racket, but no scandal, in Honolulu's Chinatown. Those within hearing distance merely shrugged their shoulders and smiled tolerantly at the disturbance as an affair of accustomed usualness. "What is it? " asked Chin Mo, down with a sharp pleurisy, of his wife, who had paused for a second at the open window to listen.
"Only Ah Kim," was her reply. "His mother is beating him again."