The morning call., 1893-08-20

spite of her small feet. Seen without her
war paint, her complexion was a pretty
olive. and her face really sweet and youth
full looking. When at last her head was
dressed and her face painted, however,
she looked rather less attractive.
Mrs. Yang Yu and her maid were not
the only people in the big. untidy room.
Two stout. amiable nurses, with children's
feet. were lounging in the ay-window, and
a little servant-girl of thirteen was squat
ting on the carpet, cleaning silver spoons.
while the Minister'S young children were
playing on the floor. eating candy and
oranges to their hearts cortent, and strew-
ing the debris everywhere.
'Oh, you sweet baby" cried Della,
snatching up the youngest, who look ed
about year old. "Chin. chn," said both
the nurses, and Mrs. Yang va turned
from her mirror and repeated with a smile,
Chm, chin" The little creature obedi-
emily put his tinv palms together and
bent his pretty half-shaven head, lisping.
"Chin, chin" and then every one laughed
| in admiration.
The Mongolian ladies told US something
in Chinese about the baby. which we an
swered in English, and though we did not
understand one another's words we were
on an amiabe footing at once There was
absolutely 10 ceremony or etiquette, the
little maid who was cleaning the SPOONS
laughed the most loudly and unrestrain-
edly OF all. and Mrs. Yang Yu, in her
gentle, rather languid way, seemed as will
ing to be friendly toward the two chamb ber-
maids as was her baby himself AS for
that youngster, he smilingly allowed US to
talk to him and fonde him in way that
would have made a white child howl with
indignation.
Every woman and child of these Mon
goians, however, seemed to look upon us
as specimens of new and wonderful
race that they won like to know more
about. Evidently life in America is a
fairy tale to these women. who never seem
to tire of looking out of their windows
onto the hustle and rush of Market street.
DO you wonder that / consider cleaning
these rooms hard work? ?" asked Della. as
we whisKed around with sweepers and
feather brushes.
Il never dreamed of such confusion.
even in nightmare" l answered. won
dering whether an hours work would
make any impression on the chaos. The
bureaus were heaped with clothing, all the
corners were flied with n heterogeneous
collection of goods and chattels half un-
packed.
They consisted of pans, dishes, bottles.
shoes and other wearing apparel. Some
OF the articles were in baskets and some
tied up in bundles. Bronze kettles and
pans stood about pr0miscuously on the
carpet, and the tables and mantelshelf
were heaped with little bowls of food.
cigarettes, pipes, jewelry and hundred
other things that seemed TO have been
thrown there a random.
The Chinese ladies were very considerste
in drawing these chattels aside for us TO
dust and tidy. Mrs. Yang Yu arose and
moved her chair the moment l began
sweeping near her toilet table. though She
was IN the very throes of having wisps of
black hair. Dlastered with bandoline over
golden comb foot wide.
The toiletwas mornings work. 1t took
over an hour to dress her hair alone. and
in the afternoon, Della Informed me, it Is
dressed again with artificial roses. Then
there were dyes and cosmetics to apply,
and her eyebrows were carefully trimmed
with pair of tweeZeTs to reduce them to
slender lines.
Lunch was served before Mrs. Yang Yu
left her dressingtable, or rather their
dishes, which. like all the rest of three
food, had been prepared in Chinatown,
were brought TO the room and deposited
anywhere. The children and The little
maid took what they wanted first. They