The Forrest City times., 1913-04-18


 per into my pocket. Now Chee might throw some light on the matter. He would know, in all likelihood, what sort Of goods were shipped by way of the Fall River Line to his countrymeu in New York.
 We secured a corner table in the inner room at the Savarin. It was not so crowded there and 1t was less bustling and noisy. My companion at tracted some little attention, of course, but not sufficient to prove annoying. New York, as rule, pays small heed simply to the unusual, and Chinamen are common enough not to be abso- lute curiosities even in the big down town restaurants.
 very dapper little fellow was Mir. Mow; neatly and inconspicuously clad, and we'll brushed and combed. He was for recalling old college days, when he was coxswain of the class crew and I pulled the stroke oar, but my time was too precious for such remlniscence. and as speedily as pos sible l preached the subject l had at heart.
 Now" I began. perhaps less deli cately than I should, there's a saying, you know. that the only good Indian is dead Indian. That wouldn't apply to the Chinese, would it? And yet, while there are some very excellent Chinamen, there are some pretty bad ones, aren't there?"
 He grinned, exposing his fine teeth.
 "Oh, yes" he answered, there are good and bad, but the percentage of bad is less in my country than in some others" I caught the signif- canoe of his remark. and realized that deserved the rebuke.
 And amongst the educated Chinese, here in New York;" I went on, with out stopping for comment. There are few bad?"
 He was still smiling
 'Bad?" he queried. What do you mean by bad? There are some who have vices, yes. Some gamble, some smoke opium; some get the best of bargain"
 Are there some who would kill." asked, buntly.
 "Oh, no, no!" he protested, without raising his voice. 'I certainly should hope there are none such among the educated"
 And then I told him about the three letters, and what had happened, omit ting only Cameron's name and place of residence. Imperturbable little chap that he was, he listened without emotion. When l concluded he said
 You are sure they were Chinamen who did this?"
 Would men of any other nationality quote Confucius and Mencius?" asked.
 No, I think not" was his reply, and yet 1t might be done by crafty persons to mislead."
 But l could not agree with him.
 We are not revengeful as a nation," he said, i've are rather long suffering. If Chinamen did what you tell me, 1t was in return for some very great in- jury; some crime, I should say, against their parents or near kins- men,"
 But my friend was never in China" declared. And he was the last man in the world to harm anyone"
 For little while Mow Chee ate in thoughtful silence. Presently he looked up.
 Clyde, my friend, I know so little of my own people here in New York. But one man l know, merchant, who is very prominent and very upright. He is big man in the Six Companies. will give you 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. I would send you to the Chinese Con- sul. but my friend. Mir. Yup Sing, is better"
 My hand was on the newspaper in my pocket but l did not show 1t to NlON CAltp- NOulu ItStJNb IL TOT the encyclopaedia Yup Sing, whose ad- dress, as written on the card which my classmate furnished me, was on Mott street, few doors from PeIl.
 New York's Chinatown is a much more familiar locality to the transient visitor than to the average citizen. In all the years of my residence in the metropolis, of which I am a native. I had never before had either the occa. sion or the desire to dip into this most foreign of all the citys foreign sec tons. To me, Chinatown was as A far country. Vaguely I had an idea of its location It lay, knew, east of Broadway and west of the Bowerv. but it's latitude was not clearly de fined.
 My impulse was to hall 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