The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1903-10-08
eli YOU We have one Of the chiefs Of po-

tell you we have one of the chiefs of po-
lice with us?
There is no noise, no melodramatic
whistle. A whispered word of COM
mand, and two men have scaled the iron
gateway and have dropped into the
darkness on the other side. A second
more, and the gate CRATES open on rusty
hinges, and we are inside 1t is rather
Disappointing at first There is nothing
suggestive of the Flowery Land-no
pagedas or tea house or joss houses only
three sides of a garbage trewn square,
ranged around which are the sordid tea
shanties Of John. But it strikes you
Immediately that nobody is asleep. In
fact. everybody is wide awake. A
dozen Cinnamon of all sizes and ages
sit around red-hot brazier on which
some mess is stewing, and all the little
houses that have not lights have
.snouldering Wieks which is significant.
Somebody flashes am electric torch
over the deserted howell. The hastily ex-
tirguished candle still glows, and its
smell fills all space There is closed
door in one corner Of the apartment.
The sergeant puts his shoulder to 1t, and
he being a man os many pounds, 1T
gives way. There is passage, snd
there are some steps leading downward,
and there is another door outlined in
light. This Yields to q push. Al
We-that is, you the police, and lido
not apologize, even though we have OBJ
viously broken up what promised to be.
q successful evening. The curiously
colored board supported on a trestle
table, and the weird, pawn-like pieces
scattered at our unceremonious intrus-
ion, are implements employed in the
game OF fantan. II is an institution
that Ho ri. the Chow. carries away
from his fatherland; 1t is the outward
and visible demonstration of his pa
triotism. John Ho XII. Wunhi, Ho Ku,
and Chow Ke,. no wise perturbed, sit
around the wall of the dugout in which
the classical game is played. There are
four vacant places at the board, and
there is a trap door near the roof to
which a ladder ascends. The banker
has departed. Gambling is a crime,
even in johannesburg, and the players
| fall in, outside, from whence they will
march to the police station with great
docility.
There is another door leading from
the gambling den. tits locked, evident
ly from the other side, but the
lsergeant,s shoulder is better than a.
skeleton key. Crash! The room is bare
except for frame bed and table. On
| this is a candle spluttering In its socket.
On the bed Hes man who does not
move, his eyes are half closed, his hand
grasps pipe, and the sickening
stencil Of opium fills the room.
Wake up, Johnny your pass, eh?''
Leave them to arouse him, and follow
| the police captain to the joss house. The
priest opens the door Of a. tin shanty, In
no wise differing from the dozen about,
| except that the interior resembles for all
the world large-sized tea-ctest turned
inside out Here, gold on black, certain
| moral precepts Of Confucius crawl up
| the walls like many auriferous spiders.
On the altar is a small image of a black
bearded god Before the altar, joss
| sticks, wooden swords, spears and tin
| SEIZED baubles. Not SO very inspiring,
and certainly nothing to justify the un-
pleasant scowI Of the priestly custodian.
Now, back again to the opium room
There is a group of policemen round the
bed of the dreamer. ST.
Cant you rouse him?" Task.
| Then ] look and see how unnecessary
was my question. The Chinese have a
pretty little cemetery Of their own near
amfontein.-London Mail.