The San Francisco call., 1898-01-16

they be refused admittance to thls glo rious land of ours"
 Think of what it means to Chinese laborer to earn enough money to pay his passage both ways from China here and back: of what the contingent fund must be to pay his expenses should he be detained. Think of the voyage in the stern of the Belgic, where these men are permitted to make 8 Chinatown for themselves in one great room. where they sling hammocl6s and cook and eat And think. too. that all this on the chance only of their gaining admission here
 The worlds not so old after all when the name of America still holds such promise as to induce men to sacrifice so much, often merely to meet disappoint- ment
 The prettiest sight on board the Belgic is Lee Toy Wan. You should see her as she leans from the upper berth in stateroom, which she shares with two other Chinese girls, one of whom, in a green blouse and dark blue wide trousers. stands smoking long pipe.
 But Lee Toy Wan, with her soft. pale face, her tiny brown hands, purple silk handkerchief knotted about her throat long, blue, enameled earrings depending from her pretty ears, is unlike these others. She is very young, this Chinese girl. There is a babyish graciousness in her expression as she leans forward to answer the inspectors questions. Her voice is gentle and soft, and lacks that strident ring that Whan Choy Fa's Can ton accents have.
 Whan Choy Fa is a shrewish little maiden; pretty too, but not with the in- nocent grace of Lee Toy Wan. Whan Choy Fla and another. Chinese girl sat tailor-wise in a lower berth of another stateroOm. In front, on the floor rested their embroidered shoes. one pair of which was perched upon a heel In the middle of the sole so that Mademoiselle ChOy should be high and dry above the wet decks or muddy streets-should she be so fortunate as to be permitted to land.
 In olden days, before American expe- rience matched Oriental shrewdness. these same guileless-looking heels were packed with opium, and every Celestial belle walked down the gangplank with a tiny dOwry beneath her small, white stockinged foot.
 swer to the inspectors query she would only repeat, in a nasal sing-song. with much movement of jaws:
 ''Whan Choy Fa! Whan Choy Far' or that much she was sure but this l Canton girl was not going to risk any | thing by further speech. All her eau | tion was aroused by the reporters note | book She had been well drilled and she l was over-Zealous in her obedience Like 1 little Celestial tiger cat she snatchet 1 back, from the inspectors hand the | piece of white linen she was embrofder | ing for a socl1-part of her rousseau | perhaps, for the first of her marriages l here.
 Just now all Whan Choy Fa's desires | all her hopes, all her wishes. tend in on, l directIon-tOward San Francisco's China. town. And just now-here's the pity o the thing-au Lee Toy Wan craves Is [, go back.
 Not landl Not land." she repeated in her childish voice in answer to thu inspectors question. "Go home. G, | back"
 This was the burden of her little Chi nese song. And could you have seen tn pretty little thing, with her ingratiating | child-like smile, her readiness to talk, t
 be friendly, to waveeher delicate littl l hand back in amiable bridging of tn | lingual distance that separated us, you, have Ionged for the power to send thi. ! poor little girl back to the interior O. China whence she came.
 Across on the other side of the docl i the City of Sydney is laying in 0 cargt 1 of wine for the East. Barrels and barrels of claret are waiting here to be put or board, while on the other side sacks upol sacks of Central Americas coffee Ii
 ready to be carted away.
 Hear the calls of the men, the stamp
 ing of the horses, the hideous rattlinj
 chug-chug of the donkey engine, tn
 scream of the steam. You can put you
 finger upon one of the country's arterie
 here and feel the strong. healthful, bus
 beat of the commercial pulse.
 We walk along the front past tn
 schooner Bella of Florence. The air 1