Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-06-23

dria and obliged to go to ''lazaretto
(quarantine) over night.
1T was altogether wretched expert
ence," says Mrs. Gait There were four
classes on the ship. The frst-class pas
sengers were sent to the dining room and
passed by an inspector before being ex-
amined by two doctors, who felt our
pulses, looked at our tongues, etc. The
upper deck was cleared for the second
and third class passengers, and altogether
they were the fflthiest lot you ever saw.
I'VE were then taken off the ship at
midnight in three big lighters. which had
been disinfected with carbolc acid. There
was no division Of passengers the four
classes being dumped in together. This
molly crowd, on landing, was then pack
ed into a third-class car also smelling of
carbolic, and the next four hours we spent
on the train, reaching the port at I
o'clock in the morning.
"A few minutes later we arrived at
Lazaretto, where an English nurse met
us and led Us across the bare ground to
some gates under the shadow of the trees.
Here we came to our prison a long, low
building. cut up into rooms, all opening
upon a colonnade. Each room was fur
nished with four or five hospital cots.
We three and nice Egyptian girl We're
placed in one ward AT o'clock we had
something to eat.
Our windows were securely barred.
They opened upon yards separated by
high picket fences, so that each class has
its own yard. These yards are surround
ed again by a double row of very high
pickets, and before them is little shell
ter such as you see in England, where
sits black soldier. We are prisoners
sure enough. but / feel safer here than
on that miserable, dirty French ship, for
"a they cd 81
from the goats here
AT noon today we are to know our
fate. If 1t is found that the woman who
died on the boat had cholera we are here
for five days If not, we may go this
afternoon. I know now how it feels TO
be prisoner, and also what 1t means to
be an immigrant. 1 don't care for the
experience"
AS 1t was decided the suspect did not
have cholera, Mrs. Gait went to Cairo,
where she spoke many times and organ
lied suffrage committee. This commit
tee composed of English, American and
native women, will undertake the work
of organizing clubs and an association,
which will be presented at the next alli-
ance convention.
from caro- Mrs. Gait sailed Tor Co.
lOmbo, Ceylon. She crossed India, en-
route to Bombay. stopping at all the
larger towns and organizing for suffrage.
India and Ceylon are progressing rapidly.
she writes, and the women of these far
off lands are coming into a new life.
The thing that struck Mrs. Gait most
forcibly was that, i'm India. women are
enfranchise1, while her American sisters
are not.
You may be surprised to know that
this is woman suffrage country and the
women vote here" she writes. II have
spent the morning with a woman voter,
a broad-minded, liberal woman of splen-
did type.
when I pause to think that / have
seen Mohammedan, Hindu, Parsee and
Buddhist women who have voted and are
voting, and that in our enlightened Chris
tian country / and my American sisters
are not, I feel pretty rebellious. This
world is surely curious mixture and no
one country l find, has all the virtues or
all the liberality.
One of the difficulties of speaking for
suffrage in India Is that 40 dialects are
spoken and each town is so very different
from the next that ii scarcely seems to
be in the same country. There are Eng
disappearing people nearly everywhere,
but, to converse with the native women,
interpreters are, of course. necessary.
II spent ffty-two days In Ceylon and
India writes Mrs. Gait, twelve nights
on sleeping cars-where / didn't sleep
and now / am about to make the trip
from Batavia to Rangoon, partly by mo-