Evening journal. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1907-1913, 1912-09-09

eve are not revengeful as nation"
he said, I'VE are rather long-suffering.
If Cinnamon did what you tell me, 1t
was in return for some very great in
jury; some crime, should say,
against their parents or near kins-
men"
Out my friend was never in China"
declared. And he was the last man
in the world to harm anyone"
For a little while Now Chez ate in
thoughtful silence. Presently he
looked up.
Clyde, my friend, know SO little
of my own people here in New York.
But one man | know, merchant, who
is very prominent and very upright.
He is a big man in the Six Companies.
/ will give you a card to him; you
can speak to him in confidence, and If
he can help you, he will, not only be-
cause l sent you, but because he
stands for all that is best, and de-
sires that my countrymen in the
United States shall have the respect
they deserve from your citizens. l
would send you to the Chinese Con-
sui, but my friend, Mr.. Yup Sing, is
better"
My hand was on the newspaper in
my pocket, but I did not show it to
Now Chez I would reserve it for the
encyclopaedia Yup Sing, whose adj
dress, as written on the card which
my classmate furnished me, was on
Mott street, few doors from Pell.
New York's Chinatown is much
more familiar locality to the transient
visitor than to the average citizen. In
all the years Of my residence in the
metropolis, CT which l am native,
had never before had either the occa-
sion or the desire to dip into this most
foreign Of all the city's foreign sec
tions. To me, Chinatown was as a
far country. Vaguely l had an idea
Of its location. It lay, knew, east OF
Broadway and west Of the Bowery;
but its latitude was not clearly de-
fined
My impulse was to hail a cab, give
the driver the number Of the Mott
street establishment, and so, without
further individual effort, be whirled
away to my destination. But there are
no cab stands on lower Broadway;
and to walk to Broad street, where
the cabman lies all day in wait for the
prosperous stock broker and his af.
fluent customer, required more timo
than in my imratience I was willing
IN NJ I In1 Al
way car and was drawn haltingly
northward, until, on reaching Canal
street, l alighted In sheer desperation
and turned eastward.
Here a letter carrier, of whom | in.
| CURED, sped me straight to my goal
a couple Of blocks as l was going, a
| turn to the right. p few blocks more,
and the bulk windows of the Yup Sing
| Company would came into view,
found the establishment easily
enough But had it not been for TIE
name printed in big Roman lettering
should never have imagined it 9
Chinese business house. There was
no display of goods in the big win
dows, which were screened half way
up by light blue shades, giving the
| front an appearance similar to that
| Of the average American Wholesale
| house.
Having passed inside, however,
| there was no such Illusion. All about
me were the characteristic products
Of the Orient, from brilliant silken
cmbroideries, and exquisite gold and
| silver and bronze work, to cheap cot.
! ton and linen fabrics, lacquer furni-
ture, and straw slippers. And the at.
mOsphere was further enhanced by
| the half-dozen or more Cinnamon who
We're Longing in the middle and far
distance, each with shaven crown and
coiled queue and each in the more or
less brilliantly colored native dress.
One of these, comparatively dark
| ly-attired young man with full, round
| visage, came forward as l entered.
rs Mr.. Yup in?" l asked
He was inclined, l saw, to hesita-
ton and so produced Mow's card.
"Oh, yes" he said, after studying it
| for moment. "Oh yes. Mista' Yup!
He in" With which he left me, and
taking the card with him disappeared
behind some draperies at the back of
| the big crowded store.
Between the others, who regarded
me for moment only with idle inter-
est, there was, while l stood there, a
rapid exchange of observations in
their native tongue, mingled with a
sor- Of high-pitched cackling which
assumed to be laughter.
l had turned my back towards
| them, but presently shutting Of feet
along the floor informed me of the
| approach Of what imagined was my
returning emissary. On whirling about,
however, 1t was to face an elderly man
In purple silk garments and a black
skull cap-a man Of thin, almost ca
| daVerous yellow visage, whose upper
| lip and chin We're adorned with a
! sparse growth of silky blue-black hair,
and upon the bridge Of whose nose
rested pair of gold-rimmed spec
tacles.
You would see me. sir?" he asked,
and l noted that there was scarcely
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