The morning call., 1893-08-20

applied for admission to interview Mrs.
rang Yu. ''No, no." and he pointed to
the far distance with gesture which said
plainly ''git."
SIS this the sort of etiquette you employ
to allyour visitors ?" Iasked. sarcastIcally.
He did not understand the remark. how
ever. and only repeated mo. no." more
loudly. and pointed. if possible. further
away than before.
1t was evident that an interview with
Mrs. Yang Yu could not be obtained by
the usual straigh forward means. The
naughty conduct of the hireling, how
ever, made me resolve to outwit him if pos
sible, and not only see Mrs. Yang Yu. but
even pass the sacred portals of her apart
ments. with her body-guard's entire con.
sent and approval.
Mrs. Yang Yu has once or twice ven
tured timidly into the corridors of the
Palace Hotel, so that it is not impossible
TO get passing glimpse at her, but the
only white person who is allowed to see
her is Della Dwyer, the chamber
maid. Della entered gayly into our con-
spiracy to defeat the bodyguard.
"You must wear black gown, and big
white apron, and he will let you in all
right" she said. "Be here about O'Clock
on Saturday morning, and as soon as the
ladies are up you shall come in with me-"
1t was long past 8 o'clock yesterday
morning when Della crept into the room
at the Palace where | was waiting and
said
"The Minister'S wife is not up yet, but
you can see some of the other ladies.
Here, take this sweeper and feather-brush b
and do just what tell you"
We walked down the corridor, without
attracting any attention from the numer-
ous Chinese retinue loungng about. They
neither glanced al us, nor demanded any
explanation, as the two cham bermaids
entered one of the sacred apartments. 1t
was small room. lunl bered with a good
deal Of baggage labeled Chinese lie egatIon." ("
A pretty little Chinese woman, dressed
in blue. was padding about as comfort
able as her ridiculouSly little feet would
permit. The husband, grave gentleman,
all in black, was writing at a table.
"A new girl to help me-" explained
Della. and the gentleman, without looking
up from bis writing, replied. in excellent
English, ''Ah! that's good idea.
Capital"
Ion. Dellaw l whispered keeping my
back to the Mongolians, and using the
sweeper vigorously. 81 talked to that
man for quarter of an hour last night. and
he knows me. Let US go into another
room"
"Al right We are about through
here" replied the good-natured girl.
We can go and see the sick lady," and
she led the way into large inner room
dimly lighted by gas. A Chinese lady
was sitting UP in the bed, looking umut.
terably sad and dlsconsolate. ana another
woman, fully dressed, was asleep on the
lounge.
How are you to-day?" asked Della OF
the first lady, cheerfuly.
Heap sick, heap sick," replied the poor
young creature plaintively, pressing her
hands to her head. Ii was impossible to
help plying her, and yet I thought that
not white woman in San Francisco but
would have been heap sick" if she had
tried to pass the still small hours of tile
night on a downy pillow with her hair
dressed in the fearful and wonderful yay
in which the poor sick woman's was ar.
ranged.
Seen by the dim light her coiffure gave
one the impression that huge bat, with
dstended wings. was sitting on her fore
head No wonder the poor woman's head
ached; she must have been unable to turn
1t on her pillow the whole night long.
MAY we see your fingers. please ?''
asked Della, seeing that the Chinese